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  1. Imouto Kitten

    Kitten's Kast Konversations

    A single spotlight cuts through the darkened auditorium to illuminate a diminutive catgirl sitting cross-legged in a hoverchair resembling a futuristic throne, its occupant seemingly in a meditative trance. Her short, messy hair is a dark gray with a bluish tint, her large, triangular ears and the long tail curled around her waist to rest in her lap covered in matching fur except for white tips. She's wearing a royal blue, primary school uniform in the serafuku style and though without shoes, her lower extremities are covered in white tights. Her pale hands lay atop her knees, palms up, fingers curled around imaginary balls and claws extended. Her equally pale face holds an expression of serenity, eyes closed and only a single of her cute, little fangs poking through her lips. One of her ears twitch at a rustling in the audience, and she opens her eyes to reveal topaz orbs with vertical crescents for pupils and her lips crack into a grin, showing off a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth as she greets energetically: "Meow and Salutations!" Uncrossing her legs, she leans back in her throne-like hoverchair, her socked feet barely sticking out over the edge of the seat, left arm on the armrest and her right arm propped under her cheek as she continues her introduction. "Inspired by similar threads by Faust-Senpai, Onii-chan decided to have me host this little talk show to let Onii-chan's readers get to know Onii-chan's characters a bit better. As Onii-chan has written for numerous fandoms, things will be limited to his original characters, and then to those featured in his own writings and not ones from stories he's commissioned from others or stories people have commissioned from him, at least initially." Sitting up straight and placing her hands in her lap, she continues, "Now, before I introduce the others I have here in the studio with me, a little bit about myself. My name is Imouto Kitten, but you can call me Kitten. In one sense, I'm the youngest of Onii-chan's characters, having just been created in the days since he chose to discard his old screen name whereever he hosts his writings to serve as Author Avatar. In another sense, I'm about middle of the road as he's declared me to have the same birthdate as him and that my present is his present, so I'm older than I look, but don't count as really 700 years old. In addition to being an Almighty Author Avatar, I'm a lewd, little loli, a kinky, little kitten, and a horny, little hermaphrodite, and I'm sure I could come up with other three word phrases that insert little in the middle of an alliterative pair to describe myself. And to anyone wondering, I borrowed my current outfit from Chibi-Usa of Sailormoon fame. Don't worry, I made sure she wouldn't be embarrassed too much before leaving the pinkette loli goddess in all her divine, loli glory." Shifting to sprawl sideways in her seat, head on one armrest and ankles crossed on the other, she continues, "Now to introduce some of my extended family." With a wave of kitten's hand, one side of the stage is illuminated to reveal a loveseat and matching armchair, "First, we have the stars of Fox and Bunny!" Gesturing to a redhead in the middle of the loveseat, her coppery locks in a hime cut, her vulpine grin revealing teeth sharp enough to give kitten a run for her money, and dressed in the red and white garb typical of a Miko, "We have Futa-foxgirl Hiko and" gesturing to the pair of smaller girls snuggled up to either side of the vixen, there ebony hair also in hime cuts and standing in stark contrast to their snow white rabbit ears and cotton ball tails, matching blue yukata and their little buck teeth adding to their cuteness, "and her adorable, little honey bunnies, Tsubomi and Futaba." "Greetings, mortals," the foxgirl addresses the audience, lightly scratching the scalps of her young charges, crossing one vulpine foot over her opposite knee, "Just so you know, I'm rather protective of my pets, and won't hesitate to pay back any injury brought upon them a thousand fold." In response, the two bunnygirls gaze up at their protector with looks of amiration, a barely audible, "Asahi-chan" escaping their lips. Gesturing to the lone occupant of the armchair, an older, blonde rabbit dressed in a yukata as white as the full moon, Kitten introduces, "We also have Usako, Tsubomi and Futaba's elder sister who is less pleased with being the Vixen's vassel." Another spotlight comes on, highlighting a pig-tailed girl, her hair, eyes, blouse, and skirt all the color of amber, "Next, we have the eponymous heroine in training of Piddle Pucelle Pipi!" "He-Hello," greets Pipi, seemingly suffering from a bit of stage fright as she fidgets in her seat. "Looks like her puny piddle pot might already be pressing Pipi's patience." Muses Kitten before gesturing to the opposite side of the stage just in time for another quartet sitting on a couch and armchair to be illuminated, "Next, we have the heroines of The Genderbent Warrior." Gesturing to the couche's middle occupant, a girl of modest endowment with messy brown hair and earthen eyes wearing a white leotard under an armored bra and skirt, "First, we have Alexandra, formerly Alexander." "Please, call me Alex." Greets the former man with a blush. Gesturing to a blue-eyed blonde with twin braids that nearly reach the floor and wearing a billowing, white robe, "Next, the healer of the adventuring party, the White Mage Roxanna!" "Please, call me Roxie!" Cries the blonde with exuberance. Gesturing to the raven-haired, green-eyed girl on Alex's other side, her short hair in a pageboy style and her black robes a bit more form fitting than Roxie's, "And the offensive spellcaster of the trio, the Black Mage Ravenna!" "You can call me Raven." Greets the mage in far more reserved tones. Gesturing to the redhead with a single braid to her bust and red robes, "And of course, Anatasia, the red mage that cursed Alex in the first place." Grumbling, the red mage declares, "I'd rather not be here, but even being able to freely invoke the Ancient Arcana, I'm powerless in the face of Authorial Authority." "Yes, yes you are, and don't you forget it!" Declares Kitten, standing on her knees and leaning over a armrest to to stare down the red mage. "And last, but not least, They haven't appeared in any of Onii-chan's currently published works, but there some of his first original characters, so give a warm welcome to the Twin Titans of Thaumaturgy, Hikari and Yami!" The last darkened bit of stage is illuminated to reveal an armchair looking like a slightly less impressive, non-hovering version of Kitten's own. In it sits a boy, with tanned skin and reddish black hair, short and spikey, black jeans anda sleeveless tee covering his svelt frame. Across his lap lays his twin sister, her long, straight,bluish white locks nearly dragging the floor, her sleeveless white sundress the only thing covering her porcelain skin. His blood red eyes and her crystal blue eyes both lock on to the audience as he greets "Yo!" at the same time she says "Hi!" "Now that introductions are out of the way," declares Kitten, "Time for a few base rules... I'm sure most of you want to see most of us squirming in our seats, trembling as we try to keep our pints of pent-up piddle safely tucked away in bloated, bursting bladders, our tinkle tormented twatties trembling as our overtaxed tinkle tanks throb and threaten to explosively expel our waste waters, wetting our panties, soaking our skirts, and leaving the upholstery urine yellow. And all that's fine, you're welcome to offer anyone on stage, even myself, whatever beverage you'd like to try and bring about such. That said, most of these characters are from far more explicit fiction and are familiar with other fetishes. To that end, I'm tentatively saying anything goes. Feel free to ask anyone on stage anything, dare anyone on stage anything, or offer anyone on stage anything. That said, it goes both ways, characters can refuse any question, dare, or gift sent their way and are free to retaliate however they want, including defending either their own honor or the honor of a companion in the medieval style. Sitting up and looking serious, Kitten declares, "That said, as Acting Author Avatar, I reserve the right to invoke Authorial Authority if I deem it necessary, and my word is second only to the site staff regarding its divine status." Slumping back in her seat, Kitten closes the introduction, "But remember, we're here to have fun, so let's get this show on the road!"
  2. Captain L

    female "Saikawa-san...I couldn't wait..."

    BOHEHEHEHE

    © かままう/平成の大飢饉

  3. I'm making an interactive story based on my two favorite Sonic characters- the adorable rabbits Vanilla and her daughter Cream. The first choice you guys will make is which one we should use for the main character in the story. Both will show up and have omorashi scenes, but one will be in the story more than the other. Let's start!~ Should I go with.. 1- Vanilla The Rabbit (she's the older one) 2- Cream The Rabbit (loli bunny)
  4. Maki

    female 72195684_p0 - おもらし.png

    From the album: [Pixiv] Renoana

  5. Imouto Kitten

    Ojamajo Doremi Interactive.

    So, I've decided to try my hand at interactive fiction, and I've decided to do so within one of my all-time favorite anime. If you've checked out my FF.net(Jeffery Mewtamer) or A3O(Jeffery_Mewtamer) accounts, both of which I believe are linked in my signature, you'll know I haven't done much pure omo-stuff and have written material on a number of fetishes, so I'm fairly comfortable with making this as lewd or weird as the audience wants. I typically check the forums twice daily(morning and evening), and while I make no guarantees, I'll try to write at least one update a day of a few paragraphs length. For those unfamiliar with the show, the premise is basically Elementary School Slice-of-life meets Magical Girls of the cute witch variety. The main girls are Witch Apprentices and the local magic allows them to do basically anything they can think of with a wave of a wand(Poron as they're called in-verse), a non-sensical incantation, and a command phrase, though there are ill-defined limits on what a single apprentice can do without using Magical Stage to combine power with others. They can't, however, use magic openly due to a curse that turns witches called out by humans into blob-like creatures called Witch Frogs. The term Ojamajo is a portmanteau of the Japanese words Ojama(Bothersome, annoying) and Majo(witch) coined in-verse by the girls' mentor to describe her first apprentice. There is a sequel series of Light Novels that take place when the girls are in Highschool and the Witch Frog Curse has been lifted, but I'll probably stick to the Anime portion of the timeline since I'm more familiar with it(the fansubs were halfway though the last season when my vision became too poor to watch fansubs, and I've read the scripts from the episodes I couldn't watch while the translation of the LNs was, last I checked, only about 2/3 of the way through volume two out of nine), and because I'm an unrepentant lolicon. Anyways, on to the first bit of interaction: Which girl should be the initial focus? Doremi Harukaze: Candy Apple Red Hair down to her butt, usually kept in two oversized Odango that resemble Mickey Mouse Ears with Pink eyes. The Title character, clumsy, boy-crazy, drools over steak, and is the self proclaimed unluckiest pretty girl in the world. Made a Witch apprentice after turning Majorika into a Witch Frog, and the reason Majorika coined the term Ojamajo. The neutral/beauty of the original Trio. Hazuki Fujiwara: Brown Hair held in back with an Orange Bow with long side locks in front and brown eyes. Bookish, shy, bespectacled, and terrified of ghosts. Is very down to earth despite being born into wealth. The Femme/Brains of the Original Trio. Aiko Senoo: short blue hair that curls slightly at the ends and blue eyes. Transfer student from Osaka and very athletic. The Butch/Brawn of the original Trio. Poppu Harukaze: Pink hair that sticks out to the sides to resemble feathery wings with pink eyes. Doremi's younger sister, but by far the more mature of the two. Became and Apprentice when she discovered the original three's secret, but never became a full-time member of the Ojamajo team. Onpu Segawa: Purple Hair kept in a short side pony tail that gives her head the shape of an eighth note with Purple Eyes. Originally an antagonist and apprentice to Majorika's rival, she befriended the girls and joined their team by the end of the first season. A famous Child Idol with a fanclub a million strong by the 2/3 mark of the second season. Momoko Asuka: blonde hair kept in a pair of rings and green eyes. Spent much of her childhood in America to the point that she couldn't speak her native Japanese when she was first introduced. Loves baking and dreams of becoming a professional patissiere. Hana Makihatayama: Long, blonde hair in giant twin tails and brown eyes. Originally a newborn witch left in the girls' care, she overloaded her innate magic at the age of 2 to turn herself into a sixth grader so she could go to school with her mamas. Though incredibly smart for her true age, she is incredibly immature for her apparent age and often gets weird looks from classmates even when she isn't being careless with magic. Extremely hyperactive, refers to herself in third person, and often uses honorifics in an unusal manner. Is also a contender for the next queen of the witch world and is practically the crown princess in all but name. One of the Ojamajos' Female Classmates: I'll leave it up to prior knowledge of the series and google fu for those who want to go this route. Note: this series averts anonymous classmates entirely, giving a full 60 student roster for the two classes of the grade most of the Ojamajo are in(and while no as readily available, I hear even Poppu's class has a complete roster). Naturally, I can't guarantee familiarity with every classmate if readers pick one that has only had a single episode of focus. Well, go ahead and vote, and with any luck, I'll have an initial scene with the chosen girl either this evening or tomorrow morning.
  6. Author's Note: So waaaaaay back in 2015 I did a poll to choose what story I would write. Three out of four of them were completed in some form, but I totally forgot about the last one. That is, until @JTeam_ reminded me. It's been long enough, so here it is. ------------------------------------------------------------- It was the middle of June, and it was certainly a hot one. On a day like this, there was nothing better to do than relax in a nice refreshing pool. And that’s exactly what Kelly Clarke and her friend Jenny Matthews were doing. Kelly surfaced, the water quickly drying from her skin. Jenny popped up shortly after and let out a contented sigh. “I don’t know about you, Kel, but I could stay in here all day.” “Same here,” replied Kelly. “Thanks again for inviting me over.” “Aw, it was nothing,” said Jenny. Kelly floated on her back and gazed up at the clouds. “I can’t believe we have to go back to school tomorrow. It’s summer! We should be free!” “It must be ‘cause of all those snow days we had,” commented Jenny. “We have to make up for them sometime.” “Keeping us this late qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment,” Kelly grumbled. “It’s total bullshit.” “Language,” Jenny chastised. “Aw, c’mon,” laughed Kelly. She playfully dunked Jenny underwater. “Hey!” cried Jenny as she came up. “What was that for?” “You need to learn to lighten up,” said Kelly. Jenny frowned and wrung the water out of her long black hair. “I’ll lighten up,” she said, “once our finals are over.” “Why did you have to remind me of that?” groaned Kelly. “Those aren’t for another two weeks!” “That may be,” said Jenny, “but it’s never too early to start studying! I’m feeling confident about history and biology, but I still need to brush up on algebra and-” No stopping her now, thought Kelly. Once she gets talking about her studies, she can keep going for hours. As she sat back and listened to her friend, Kelly felt a pressure building in her bladder. “-but if I get a C or better,” Jenny continued, “then I should still be able to-” “Hold that thought, Jen,” Kelly interrupted. “I gotta go pee.” She got out of the pool and headed for the door, but Jenny suddenly grabbed her arm. “Wait!” cried Jenny. “My mother will throw a fit if you track water into the house. Dry yourself off first.” Kelly crossed her legs and fidgeted. “I don’t think I can hold it that long.” “Now that you mention it, I have to go too,” Jenny admitted. “And I don’t think I can wait either.” “Wait a minute,” said Kelly. “We’re alone out here, aren’t we? Why don’t we just pee in the bushes?” “What...but...I can’t… I never,” Jenny stammered. “I-I’ve never peed outside before!” “Then there’s no better time to start!” argued Kelly. “Unless you have a better idea?” “No,” admitted Jenny. “All right, let’s just do this.” The two girls made their way over to the row of bushes blocking Jenny’s yard from her neighbors. Jenny squatted down, but kept looking around nervously. Eventually, a weak stream trickled from her swimsuit down onto the dirt. Jenny sighed in relief and turned to see Kelly standing with her bikini bottoms around her ankles. “What are you doing?” asked Jenny, blushing at her friend’s boldness. “Aren’t you going to, you know, squat?” “No way,” Kelly replied. “I’m gonna do it standing up!” “What?” cried Jenny “You can’t do that; you’re not a boy.” “Aw, it’s easy,” scoffed Kelly. “Watch and learn.” Jenny couldn’t help but look as Kelly bent her knees slightly. “First,” said Kelly, “you have to bend your knees and spread your legs a little. Kinda like you’re riding a horse. Next, you gotta lean back just a little.” With her right hand, Kelly made a V-sign and placed it on her crotch. “Now comes the tricky part,” she continued. “You take two fingers and spread your… girly bits.” Kelly gave a sly wink at that that last part as she opened up the folds of her labia. She could feel the pressure in her bladder getting even worse, and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. “Then…” Kelly paused for dramatic effect and relaxed her bladder, letting the huge amount of liquid inside her take its natural course. “You pee!” she finished as a pale stream flowed from between her legs, forming an arc and soaking the leaves on the bushes. With her stream going strong, Kelly decided to put on a real show. “If you pull up a little,” she explained, “you can get it even higher!” Sure enough, as Kelly maneuvered her fingers, her pee arced over the top of the bushes, splashing the highest leaves. As her bladder emptied, Kelly’s pee stream gradually weakened lost height, eventually spurting out its last drops onto the ground. She pulled her bikini back up, admiring the height she had reached. “So, what do you think?” she asked. Despite herself, Jenny laughed. “That was certainly impressive,” she giggled. “You looked kind of like a boy!” Jenny immediately realized her mistake. Though not much bothered her best friend, being called a boy was a notable exception. Between her tomboyish behavior, short hair and flat chest, Kelly was often teased in that manner. Understandably, she was sick of it. “I-I’m so sorry!” stammered Jenny. “I didn’t mean it!” Instead of looking upset, however, Kelly had a mischievous grin on her face, the same one she got whenever she had an idea. “Say that again,” she said. “You looked kind of like a boy?” Jenny repeated nervously. “Exactly!” shouted Kelly. “And if people didn’t know better, they might actually mistake me for one!” “Oh no,” said Jenny, starting to see where this was going. “Oh yes,” said Kelly. “I’m gonna go to school tomorrow disguised as a boy!” “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kelly,” Jenny cautioned, but her friend wasn’t listening. “Let’s see,” said Kelly, pacing as she thought, “you have a brother, right? I could wear some of his clothes. And my mom will be at a meeting tomorrow morning; she’ll have no idea! It all works out perfectly! I can hang out with new guys, talk trash, and use the boys’ bathroom! What do you say? Will you help me out? Please?” Jenny sighed. Once Kelly had an idea in her head, there was no stopping her. “Fine. Meet me at my house before school starts.” “Thank you!” cried Kelly, hugging her friend tightly. “This is gonna be epic.” The next morning, Kelly showed up bright and early. Jenny brought her up to her room and handed her a t-shirt, a pair of cargo shorts, and a baseball cap “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” asked Jenny as her friend changed clothes. “Absolutely,” Kelly replied. “Now tell me, how do I look?” If they hadn’t been friends since preschool, Jenny honestly could have mistaken Kelly for a boy then. Her clothes were wrinkled and stained, and were loose enough to hide any trace of a feminine figure. The baseball cap hung low over her face, preventing anyone from getting a good look at it. “This might actually work,” Jenny admitted. “Told you it was a good idea!” Kelly cheered. “I didn’t say that,” Jenny cautioned. “You could still get in big-” “The bus is here!” Kelly interrupted, and the two girls broke off their conversation so they wouldn’t be left behind. On the bus, Kelly and Jenny split up so as not to arouse suspicion. Jenny sat down with some of her other friends, while Kelly headed for a noisy group of boys at the back. She had to see if her disguise worked, after all. “No way!” one of the boys was yelling. “She’s not into you!” “Is too!” a second boy protested. “Who are we talkin’ about?” asked Kelly, putting on a slightly deeper voice. “Nicole Taylor,” said the first boy. “Joseph here thinks she likes him.” “Honestly, I pity him,” sneered a third boy. “Nicole’s a total bitch.” “She is not!” Joseph protested. “Shut up, Nathan!” “Ah, I guess it could be worse,” said Nathan. “You could have some total freak crushing on you. Like that Kelly Clarke girl.” Kelly felt a pit form in her stomach. “Who?” she asked, fighting to keep her voice neutral. “Man, you seriously haven’t heard of her?” asked Nathan incredulously. “She’s this weird girl who totally looks like a dude. Acts like one too. It’s no wonder she’s got no friends.” Kelly felt her blood boil. She had been insulted before, but this time she decided she would do something about it. After all, nobody could tell it was really her. She considered punching him, but then she would get in trouble and her secret would be revealed. For now, Kelly laughed along with the boys and made a mental note to get revenge later. Kelly had English class first thing that morning. She sat in the back, far away from her usual place. English was usually one of the few classes Kelly actually liked, but today she couldn’t focus. This hasn’t been as much fun as I thought it would be, she thought as she absent-mindedly doodled on her worksheet. I’ve hung out with guys and talked trash, both of which sucked. The only thing that’s left is- “Young man, please pay attention!” Kelly looked up to see the teacher standing in front of her desk. Other students were starting to stare at her. Not wanting so much attention on her, Kelly gave the first excuse she could think of. “Sorry, ma’am,” she mumbled. “I really have to use the bathroom; I couldn’t focus.” “Then go,” said the teacher, and Kelly gratefully took the opportunity to race out of the room. Her initial plan had been to just hide until the class was over, but as Kelly walked down the hallways she realized she really did have to use the bathroom pretty badly. She had been so busy getting dressed that morning that she had neglected to take her usual morning pee. Kelly made her way to the bathrooms and saw something unusual: a line of boys outside the girls’ room. “What’s going on here?” she asked the boy at the end of the line. He turned to answer and Kelly recognized him as Nathan, the jerk from that morning. “The boys’ bathroom is out of order,” Nathan explained. “Some of us are using the girls’ bathroom, others are going in the bushes behind the school.” He crossed his legs and fidgeted. “Speaking of which, that’s what I’m gonna do. I had a whole can of Red Bull before class.” As Nathan walked out the door, a lightbulb went off in Kelly’s head. The perfect revenge plot had just come to mind. “Wait up!” she called, running after Nathan. Kelly found him outside heading for the bushes. She could see a few boys standing behind them, expressions of relief on their faces. She considered trying to sneak a peek, but decided revenge was more important. Kelly tailed Nathan as he stopped by the farthest bush and unzipped his fly. “Hey,” she said, walking up beside him. Luckily he hadn’t started peeing yet. “What do you want?” snapped Nathan. “Betcha I can pee farther than you!” Kelly taunted. “What the hell?” cried Nathan. “Are you crazy?” “You heard me,” said Kelly. “Are you too big a pussy to accept?” “You’re on!” yelled Nathan, going red in the face. Kelly unzipped her shorts and turned slightly to the side so as not to reveal anything to Nathan. She made a v-sign and spread her privates as she had earlier. “Ready, set, pee!” she announced. Kelly let her bladder relax and a powerful stream flowed out of her. Her pee was reaching a good distance, so she turned to see how Nathan was doing. She grinned when she saw he wasn’t reaching nearly as far as she was. “It’s not over yet!” Nathan yelled, and Kelly saw him aim his penis upwards to get more distance. Kelly could feel that her bladder was nearly empty, but she was determined to win. She gave her hips a powerful thrust and the last few drops of her pee flew several feet. Beside her, Nathan stopped peeing as well. By now, several of the other boys had gathered to see the results of the contest. And from the dark stains on the dirt, the results were clear: Kelly had peed much farther than Nathan. “Haha! I win!” cheered Kelly. “So?” Nathan replied, zipping up his fly. “What’s the big deal?” “‘What’s the big deal?’” Kelly mocked. “This is the big deal!” With that, Kelly turned, dropped her pants and exposed her vagina to the crowd of boys. The initial reaction was stunned silence. Some of the boys looked away, others couldn’t conceal their grins. Then one of them spoke up. “Dude, you lost a peeing contest to a girl?” “Shut up!” yelled a red-faced Nathan, but he was drowned out by a chorus of laughter, with nobody laughing harder than Kelly herself. She was having the time of her life until one of the boys asked, “Hey, who is she anyway?” At that, Kelly ran for it. Jenny had been right; Kelly did get in trouble. She hadn’t dared go back to school that day, so that was a week’s detention. Totally worth it, she thought as she served the first detention. Nobody found out and I got to show up that jerk. It was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I’ll do it again. This memory will last me a lifetime.
  7. MasterXploder

    female Aelita by Phinci

    I may not know much about Code Lyoko past the first season, but I do know cute art when I see it. According to the person who commissioned this, it's not supposed to be an incestuous pic, just a mother and daughter sharing an innocent moment together. (Uploaded with permission from the commissioner)
  8. Imouto Kitten

    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).
  9. Captain L

    female AABBABBABA

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

    © Mugi Moruto

  10. 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.
  11. https://biqle.ru/watch/-122673850_456240953 This is a parody video of the actual scene. Does anyone have originals?
  12. Papergami

    Magical Doremi - Pee scene

    Version 1.0.0

    529 downloads

    Episode 7, Season 1

    Free

  13. 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.
  14. So, this will be my first time writing an interactive story, and I think I’ve got a story that will work pretty well for it. My idea is, a girl wakes up naked in a dungeon, and must fight her way out of it. The only problem is, there are no bathrooms. So of course, the girl must fight off monsters, as well as her urge to pee! Now, just a fair warning, this story will mostly be focused on her desperation. I won’t have her wet a whole lot, for 2 reasons. I’m more into the desp stuff myself, and I feel like I’m not too good at describing wettings. ^^; The story will focus on a girl of your choosing (we’ll get to that soon), and she’ll be travelling around the dungeon, fighting monsters, picking things up and adding them to her inventory as she gets them, it’s like a dungeon-crawling RPG game. I hope that makes sense. So, you’ll be deciding on the girl. Everything about her! First off, her age. The older she is, the more control she’ll have over her bladder, and the less likely she’ll be to pee somewhere that’s not a toilet. I’m fine with doing loli, if that’s what’s picked. Secondly, hair and eye colour. These are just for aesthetic purposes. Third, her bladder capacity, from 1-10. 1 being problematically small, and 10 being, on long road trips she doesn’t have to stop once. :P Then, her bladder fullness at the start. Is she bursting right from the get-go, or does it build gradually? Let’s do this percentage-wise, from 0 to 100. She can go above 100, but it’s much, much harder to hold it then. And finally, stats. I’m giving her 30 points to spread among these. HP - How much damage she can take. This will be multiplied by 10. ATTACK - How much damage she does. DEFENSE - How much damage she resists. SPEED - How likely she is to dodge an attack, or attack first. MANA - Her magic power. HOLDING - Her ability to hold her pee. These will increase as she levels up. She starts at level 1. If nobody can agree, then they will end up being equal. You can also choose the girl’s name, if you feel so inclined. :P I hope this takes off, I really want to write this story! >u<
  15. 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.
  16. 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
  17. Lisk

    [E] 30 minutes at the limit

    Version 1.102

    2,971 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

  18. Now, I know what you may be thinking: "Why the hell is Koneko writing another story when he's already got two he's been ignoring for months?". My answer to that is this: I've no idea and I'm sorry! ; _ ; (Truth be told, work searching was hell and my work hours aren't much better.) Anyway, here's the promised Halloween Story which I hinted at in my Status message. I would've wrote something along the lines of my 'Spider! Spider!' story but I believe I've picked on Cleo enough. This story will be more light-hearted and include my OC's from 'Meeting of Fate', which I'm sure you've seen floating around on the Fiction forums. Anyway, like all of my works, loli is imminent. If you don't like that sort of thing then I suggest you don't read on. I'd rather lose a few readers than be moaned at and potentially flamed by people who may not like that sort of thing. Aside from that, I'll move on to the story. It won't be very long but I hope you'll like it. :) Sweet Relief: Sera Sisters "Come on, Lilly, we're wasting precious sweet time!" Haley shouted up the grand spiral stairs of the Sera Manor. "If you're not done in five minutes, I'll be going by myself!" "You know we can't do that, Haley. We shouldn't be out by ourselves late at night." Holly, Haley's twin sister, quietly reminded the boisterous girl. "She'll be done soon enough." "Yeah, well I'm not waiting for her when I could be filling up my bag with sweets!" "You really should learn to not eat so many sweets. You'll give yourself cavities." A calm girl's voice could be heard from the top of the stairs. Haley turned in the direction of the voice and saw who she'd been waiting for. "Took your time." Haley pouted. "How hard can it be to put on a costume?" The twins were mildly surprised by Lilly's choice of attire. "Are you sure that's not a little...too much?" Holly asked Lilly. "You sure lack creativity." Haley complained. "Next time, think up your own outfit." "I think it's perfectly fitting for the season." Lilly calmly replied. "It's not hard to put one on, but..." Lilly responded calmly. "Rushing it can make the actual effect look tacky. Like your leotard being back to front." Upon that remark, Haley quickly ran over to the Entrance Hall's mirror to correct her costume. Haley's costume was a black cat costume consisting of a black leotard, black tights and black plimsolls. The only contrasting things about her outfit were her white-blonde hair, seemingly gelled into a pair of cat ears on top, her blue eyes and her tiger tail. Not even caring that other people were around, Haley began to take her leotard off and put it the right way round. "Still not quite right." Holly commented as she stood behind Haley. Holly's costume was an exact replica of Haley's except she was dressed as a white cat. Her ears and tail were clearly imitations but Haley's appeared to be the real deal. "Can you change your hair, eye and tail colours to match?" "Sister, you're clearly underestimating what I'm capable of." Haley confidently replied. Within and instant, Haley's hair colour changed from white to black, her eye colour changed from blue to an emerald green and her tiger tail was soon replaced with a panther tail. "Look no different to me." Holly sighed. "That's because it doesn't work on you, remember? You have the memory of a goldfish!" Haley retorted. "Are you sure you'll be able to keep that up until we're done? You know how strenuous keeping up multiple illusions is." Lilly asked as she went over to the arguing twins. Lilly's costume was the most abnormal of them all. She was wearing what appeared to be a magical girl outfit but it looked much more sinister. The outfit's main body was a red and black sailor-uniform lookalike with a set of six yellow buttons down the middle and a black bow on the collar. The dress itself was short and only covered what it needed to. She had a blood red cape attached to the back of the dress. The inside of the cape appeared to have numerous red eye motifs covering it entirely. On her head she was wearing a mock red witch hat with a large eye, similar to the ones on her cape, in the middle of a large red bow tied around the cone of the hat near the base. On the underside of the hat, more red eyes could be seen. She had red socks and black shoes on her feet and blood red gloves on her hands. Her red eyes complimented her outfit really well. After one final check to see if all their costumes were as they wanted them to be, Lilly reminded the twins one last time. "Make sure you go before we leave as we're not coming back until late. We'll be making no stops while we're out so now's your last chance." Lilly told the twins. "I've already been." Haley quickly replied. "Give me a minute." Holly requested as she headed back up the stairs. Lilly was pleased with Holly's answer but Haley's quick response seemed suspicious. Now, if they were still in single digits for their age, then Lilly would let them off if they hadn't quite been taking the right precautions, but, now, as the twins were ten years old, they should know better. Three years prior, when Lilly herself was ten years old, her Mother would have punished her quite seriously if she'd neglected her own needs. So, she always takes all precautions before any outing. After a little while, Holly came back down the stairs and the group set off out for Trick or Treating. They were allowed to stay out until 8pm, which was three hours away, so they could accumulate quite a nice hoard in that time. Lilly was positive that, in the two hours preparation time they had before trick or treating, she hadn't seen Haley leave her room once. They'd all been in the twins' room watching Halloween Specials so she knew that Haley hadn't moved from in front of the TV at all, even after chugging down five cans of Cola. Lilly's suspicious were soon confirmed when she saw Haley getting increasingly restless when they stopped by houses to claim their prizes. They'd only been out for an hour and a half and Haley was already squirming around on the spot when they stood still. "So much for going before I reminded you." Lilly sighed to Haley as they moved on down the street. "I did!" Haley protested. "Yeah, right. You know what I said would happen should you not make it in time, right?" "I do and I will! My sweets are mine and mine alone!" The punishment for any childish accidents was that the person who had one wouldn't get any sweets and would have to forsake their collection to the others. Haley was having none of that as this was the time she most looked forward to every year. The only day when she could go out and collect free sweets and eat them all in one night without anyone complaining. Despite needing to go for nearly two hours now, Haley was determined that she'd make it through the night and eat her sweets. Three houses and roughly ten minutes later, Haley's predicament was getting increasingly obvious. She was walking with her legs closer together and taking shorter steps than she was before. Lilly almost felt sorry for her but soon reminded herself that it was her own fault she was like this. "Blinded by sweets." Holly scolded Haley with a shake of her head. "Sugar's not the only thing in the world, you know." "Can it or your sweets are mine!" Haley shot back as she quickly reached forward towards Holly's sweet bag. She soon regretted it when she felt a trickle of warm wetness escape her lower regions. Her free hand, which was reaching towards Holly's sweet stash, quickly bolted down to between her legs to staunch the flow. Her legs locked together and she stood motionless for a good fifteen seconds before she was positive that no more would escape. After her near miss, Haley was a little more slower and telegraphed with her moves. Haley's need just got worse after that. Every time she stopped in front of a house to claim some more sweets, her legs were crossed and she was also a little bent forward. Even if it wasn't for her embarrassed blushing, she knew that most patrons probably knew what kind of predicament she was in. This made her blushing twice as worse. Most of the time, she couldn't look the patrons in the eye for fear of her situation being made a mockery of. She was beginning to regret her lack of care as she had a sinking feeling that she wouldn't be able to make it through the last hour of their looting with a dry leotard. Lilly was almost about to call the whole thing off an hour early as he couldn't help but feel bad about her punishment now. Haley was clearly suffering to try and keep her stash from being lost but she still continued to press on and keep it all in check. "You know, I think we've got enough sweets for one night." Lilly suggested. They did have at least three quarters of a bag full of sweets. "Do you want to head back?" "I've no objec-" Holly tried to say before she was cut off by Haley shouting her objection. "There's still one quarter of a bag and ten houses left!" Haley objected. "We're staying out!" Despite her objection, Haley was still feeling, deep down, that it was about time to call it. even now she was bobbing around on the spot trying to keep her dams from bursting. Each step she took made her feel like she was about to lose it all and the pressure of her bladder was really starting to hurt. Her objection was met with a large spurt from her aching bladder. Warm wetness spread about the crotch of her leotard and a gentle cascade of droplets were starting to fall to the cold stone street. Haley was doubled over and her knuckle, which was pressing against the leaking dam, was turning white from the strain of the pressure she was applying to keep her floodgates from gushing open. "We're going home and that's final. You're clearly going to burst if we stay out any longer." Lilly countered firmly. "...fine." Haley quietly replied as she clenched her muscles tight to stop the flood. After half a minute of waiting to make sure that Haley was back in control of her bladder, the group began to head home. They had to stop every few minutes as Haley regained control over her aching bladder but they soon returned home at half seven. Their outing was cut half an hour short but it didn't bother Lilly or Holly. They just hoped that this would be a lesson for Haley. As soon as they got home, Haley thrust her sweet bag onto Holly and quickly bolted up the stairs towards the toilet. A tiny drip trail was left in her wake. "She'll learn her lesson." Lilly confirmed to Holly with a nod of her head. Roughly a minute and a half later, Haley returned back down the stairs with a relieved smile on her face. "Better?" Lilly asked Haley. "Much. Even more so when I start on my stash." Haley happily replied. "Next time, I won't be so merciful. Your sweets are safe for now, but, if you do it again then..." The End There you have it, my promised story. I tried something a little different this time. I went for desperation instead of a wetting. If there's anything which you feel was a little lacking, don't hesitate to point it out in some constructive criticism. Outright insults and abuse will be swiftly dealt with. I have a feeling that someone may question why a certain character wasn't included and my response to that will be the same as always: I don't use other people's characters without their permission. Koneko Out! Happy Halloween to all who celebrate it!
  19. 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.
  20. PPP

    PPP's Art

    So I got Clip Studio recently and I thought "why not do some omorashi art?" These are my first attempts. Hope you like them! I am open to requests, but I won't do diapers or messing. Pretty much anything else is fair game though. -------------------------------------------------------- First up, we have the Jeannekke Pis. Not the most original, this one was mostly for practice. Next, Misty's trip to Unova didn't go exactly as planned... Finally, we have Riju. With so many lovely ladies in the game, this definitely not my last Breath of the Wild pic.
  21. 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.
  22. 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.
  23. PuppyDog230

    That's A Lot Of Pee