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  1. Brief introduction: In the past few weeks the Avengers have found out that nefarious supervillain known as Dr Doom has been work with another villain known as Kang the conqueror. This found out by Avengers leader Captain America just recently were he found out by Mr Fantastic heard that Doom operates in a nearby Hydra underground lair, Mr Fantastic and Cap teamed up to infiltrate the base but no sign of him, Cap’s companion believes Doom is operating in his castle in Latveria. Steve Rogers generated a team to infiltrate Doom’s castle and to find out what the deal with him and Kang is. The special team consists of Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Wasp and as leader of the group Captain Marvel. The heroes have just recently boarded onto the Quinjet to start their mission, you’ll think that this team would be so powerful because it’s made up of the most powerful female Avengers, but these girls’ stories will be different to what you might think what happens. All of these girls were very pretty and were just like your average girl, tall and has a charming personality. One of them was very different and that was Scarlet Witch who’s alter ego is Wanda Maximoff, the fierce girl who the Avengers saved in the Battle Of Sokovia. She is still tormented by the fact her brother died which causes her to have very dark nightmares, most of the time she wakes up to find out that she pissed the bed. Another thing is that all the other members besides Wanda all have peeing fetish and today was the day Wanda become like her teammates. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Story: High above the skies of New York our team of strong and power female Avengers were ready for the adventure they will have, but they sort of didn’t really get on to good. Wanda was the more quiet one whereas Carol was the more talkative one, Natasha was the deadly one and Hope was the funny one. On the way Wanda made a very bad mistake she drank heaps of water before coming on board and she was quite desperate to pee. She informed their leader, but there was nothing Carol could do because the inflight bathroom hasn’t been fixed yet so the only thing poor Wanda could do was try her best to hold it in. Natasha turned to face her desperate companion and said to her “That’s why you should wear a diaper.” Black Widow was actually a big lover of pee fetishes, every morning she would wake up very early drink too much water and use the toilet with her pyjamas pants not pulled down. Sometimes she even sleeps naked and she still does the same thing but she plays around with herself when naked, this is usually masterbating. Natasha only got into wearing diapers when she first meet Tony Stark, before of all this fame she has now a long time ago she was Russian spy. She had many accidents while as a spy, this was because she was young and wasn’t shown how to properly control your bladder. Anyway Widow is even more crazy that she makes her own diapers because the regular ones used to give away her position because of the smell of her piss or her shit. These ones she designed traps the stink so no one can smell it. Wasp is the complete opposite, even know she would love to wear a diaper under her suit she can’t because the suit was designed to fit just on the body and it does properly close if you very baggy or big panties underneath. She loves make jokes and she’s always a nice person to meet because of her funny characteristic and her overall appearance just makes you happy to be with her. Finally, the Captain! Carol Danvers Danvers was an officer in the United States Air Force were her passion for wetting herself on purpose came from. It started in a bar with her Air Force friend Maria Rambeau were the two of them got so drunk that they both wet themselves under the table and that accident turned Danvers on so much. She also keeps a empty water bottle in her jet plane in case she needs to go and luckily there is an autopilot feature. You thought Natasha was weird get a look at Carol! She purposely wet her bed, woke up early go outside strip naked and pees on her lawn or in one of garbage bins or a fan favourite of hers make sure to drink a lot of water the night before successfully hold it overnight, wake up at 5 am (usually her normal wake up time), drink more water wait for it to settle and add to the load just waiting to leave her system. Shortly after it’s been added, race to the backyard and start peeing on the garden and grabs her pussy and proceeds to hold it in once again and then walks over to were she would go when she pees on the lawn and releases it all there. She also become a colleague of the Kree superhero Mar-Vell, who taught her to fight, use her newly developed powers and also to teacher her how to successfully hold in your pee for a whole battle. She was in the great Kree Vs Skurlls war of what Earth would call the 90s and joined in 1995. Wanda absolutely was in agonising pain, her poor body could not hold it in much longer, she couldn’t take this anymore she belted out saying “Carol please I have to go so badly please stop somewhere, please!” “Look, there is no way that I will be stopping anywhere for you to go. But I suggest if you don’t want to go in your clothes I have an empty water here for you to go in.” The temptation of her just letting go was springing up to her, but she fought it through, she really didn’t want to ruin her clothes because she thought it to be silly to fight bad guys with a wet pants. It was inevitable what she chose, she reached out to grab the bottle, then placed it in the drink holder and then pulled down her pants. She pulled off her almost damp panties, lucky she didn’t start leaking yet. She completely naked from the waist down that didn’t make her embarrassed by other watching her nude because before Sokoiva her brother and herself were tested in a lab in a Hydra base because Hydra wanted to use their powers to bring back the old war of S.H.I.E.L.D. vs Hydra of the 1940s and beyond. In these tests she was mostly naked with Hydra scientists watching her, she actually got used to being seen naked as this was the reason she always sleeps naked. She gripped the bottle towards her vagina and in seconds her brain must’ve clicked thinking the bottle was a toilet and immediately shoot out her golden stream. Her golden stream was so yellow and was so warm that she though she was peeing spa water, every inch of it perfectly landed into the bottle. Later on the whole bottle was full, but she kept going she walks over to the back of the Quinjet with her golden stream still coming out as she looks for the janitor’s equipment that contains a bucket and release the rest in it. It was a shame that Scarlet Witch never knew how to plunger a toilet properly, it could have saved her life! To Be Continued...
  2. kimikyu

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    From the album: kimikyu's pee sketches

    an old request from tumblr yet again, mostly the actor and not the character. but hey!! it's still pee!!
  3. Author’s note: This story takes place after Michelle Jones’s omorashi story. When the news of who is Spider-Man and it exposed that Peter Parker was in fact the friendly neighbour Spider-Man. Years passed and people bullied him based on his secret identity because of J Jonah Jameson’s remarks on him as a menace. He couldn’t take it anymore because the whole world knew who is was, but the webhead was ment to be a secret with only a few people who knowing his identity. Peter did know that everyone knew who Tony Stark really was because he wanted to, but Peter wasn’t ready for this. Peter had a wonderful idea he should live in Wakanda, where the whole world thinks it is a small province of Africa and very poor, but it ain’t. He called up Black Panther to tell him, that he wants to live there for a while and King T’Challa agreed that he could come. T’Challa said that he will come to pick up Peter at 2 o’clock and the current time is 1:35 in the afternoon. He waited for the arrival of the vibranium jet, where it will take him on a journey he would never forget, the jet appeared a bit early than expected at 1:53. He grabbed everything he packed and raced downstairs to aboard the jet plane, this was the best day of his life, but then he remembered that he never told his girlfriend that he is going away to protect himself, but she could make it out and realise that it was for the greater good. While in Wakanda lay an embarrassing moment with the princess of Wakanda in her bed. Shuri loved to sleep naked, but it wasn’t due to the heat waves in Africa, but it was more a liking from her. The sheets aren’t covering her whole body because it’s so hot and it exposes her breasts and a bit of her ass. Anyway let’s get onto the embarrassing accident she had, yesterday she drank so much water and went to sleep with it stored in her system and now it made it into her bladder and now she desperately needs to pee, but Shari hates getting out of bed to go use the toilet because she finds she can’t sleep again after emptying her bladder. So she decided that s would wet the bed because of her hatred for using the toilet when she’s trying to sleep. It was only a matter of seconds when her bladder gave up and she could hear hissing noises and moaned softly when she could feel the bed getting wet. She got up and put the sheets in the washing machine to pretend her naughty accident did not happen, when the washing was finished she could hear the voice of her brother outside and she rushed to her bedroom and locked the door. She made up her bed and put a dressing gown on to hide her nude body. She went outside to find her brother with Spider-Man right next to him and the king spoke “Shuri, this is Peter Parker of New York he will be living with us for some time.” “Peter Parker, this is my sister Shuri.” And after that Peter said in the most romantic way to Shuri “Nice to meet you Shuri.” She gave him a cheeky smile maybe a sign of love or that she wanted to have sex with him. Black Panther told Parker that there was no place to sleep and he was fine with it and said “It’s fine, I’ll probably sleep in your sister’s room if that’s the only place to go.” “Yes there another bed in the bank of the room or you can choose to sleep with her because her bed is a queen bed.” Peter nodded his head in a yes and T’Challa left leaving Spidey and the princess alone. Anyway they both went to the vacant room and Peter went to get changed in the bathroom into his pyjamas and came out to see Princess Shuri laying naked on top of the bed exposing all of her private parts. Peter was loving this probably taking mental notes for Michelle back at home and probably imagining her exposing her whole body to him. He decided where he was sleeping and went into her bed and she slid in and they looked at each other as they fell in love and both fall asleep. Peter woke up later from a terrible dream and it woke up the princess and he found out he was sleeping naked, he asked her and she did it and she told him that she wanted to have sex with him, but Peter declined because of his relationship with MJ. Shuri went back to sleep but Spidey bet that she would try to use things to manipulate him to doing it. To Be Continued...
  4. On the Europe school trip, which was six years later after the Blip and on this trip Peter was drawn to Michelle’s bathroom habits. Throughout the trip he discovered that he realised he had a crush on MJ. Before the snap or which some people call the blip happened, the same thing happened towards another girl at his school and that was Liz Toomes. He started to notice Liz’s accidents and this unlocked a bit of a secret to him, which made him attracted to a fetish that consists of wetting and desperation of girls. One thing he hoped for is that MJ would be exactly like Liz a sexy girl with a small bladder. To Peter the reality of this trip came true, which was that MJ would exactly be like how he remembered Liz by her accidents. Peter Parker’s favourite part of the trip was the flight from New York to Venice and to tell you why, we’ll it’s darn simple. Pete went to use the airplane bathroom and when he opened the door stood MJ looking like she needs to go so bad. Parker quickly shuts the door and starts pretending to clean the toilet seat, as a way to make MJ wait longer. Michelle was getting frustrated she quietly spoke in an angry voice “Peter please hurry up I’ve got go!” There was no reply back from Peter and this infuriated MJ. It was just in a matter of seconds when Michelle Jones first felt a squirt escape her and immediately looked around, no one was awake so that was great she could grab herself like a young girl without anyone looking at her. She bent over slightly and jammed her hands into her crotch, she grabbed her crotch area of her black jeans and started doing the pee pee dance. The thought of a 18 year old acting like a little kid was embarrassing to herself and aim to get a stronger bladder. She now was feed up with Parker and banged on the door and quietly said “Hurry up Peter... please.” Again no reply but inside that bathroom Peter was getting all excited about this, but the one who he is getting excited for isn’t too happy with this predicament. Just then another wave hit Spidey’s crush and made her scream a bit, Miss Jones was getting scared about wetting herself now because it was on its last legs. She couldn’t use the bathroom behind her because some person has been in there since the start of her desperation and she wouldn’t make it if she walked to the other bathroom where Pete and Ned were originally seated. She was not one of those girls who would rush back to their seat and use something else as a toilet, she would definitely not use the sick bag as a device to pee in nor will she use the blanket the plane provided to pee on. There was no other choose, but the option she definitely does not like, and that was wetting herself right now and having a so called “accident”. She took a deep breath in and with out any hesitations she started peeing, her golden stream bolted out from her pussy and ran into her pink panties and which soaked both the front and the back. She couldn’t help it but she moaned softly about her accident, the only person who heard it was Peter and by the sounds of MJ made him sexually attracted to her, which made Spider-Man quite aroused. The stream died down shortly after that and she actually enjoyed being wet after the embarrassment she took upon. Luckily her jeans were black and didn’t show much of the accident, but can you imagine if she wasn’t wearing black jeans and everyone would make fun of her but not the one who forced her to do this. The wet MJ went back to her seat and smiled to herself because of what Mr Parker did to her and after her enjoyment, Mr Parker left the bathroom leaving Brad to go after him. To Be Continued...
  5. I'm going to try and start a new interactive story, hopefully it generates some interest. If there is enough interest, I will keep posting updates. As of right now, each poll will be up for two days before closing. Basic summary: Captured in battle by a rogue battalion of HYDRA agents, our heroine has been tormented and is outfitted with an implant that causes the wearer's bladder to fill up upon command. Now, our heroine has to both find out how to escape and remove the device, but also hold onto her bladder... Now for our heroine: A. Black Widow B. Scarlet Witch C. Captain Marvel
  6. Natasha Romanoff was in the kitchen drinking water and she saw her new friend Scarlet Witch passing by. So she went over to talk with her, Nat asked her how’s it being part of the Avengers? Wanda looked scared or worried about something, but she replied with “Yes it’s been very good and I like you a lot.” Nat was amazed because she actually liked her, she replied with “Thank you.” Just then Wanda was about to say something, but then she kept fidgeting. Wanda stopped and then she started wetting her leather pants, this was so embarrassing for her as Black Widow looked at her blankly, but in her mind enjoyed watching her wet herself. Wanda stopped and she was so scared that she could soil herself any minute now. She was to embarrassed that she didn’t say anything not even sorry, Nat loved this so much that she wanted Wanda to wet herself again for her entertainment rather than real desperation. Romanoff just then felt the urge to pee, she was happy Nat doesn’t have a fetish for wetting herself, she accidentally wet herself In the battle of New York by her lack of ability to hold her floodgates in. Nat realised that her desperation doubled and now she had to make her move. She didn’t quite feel like at good wetting, so she decided To use the bathroom like any other person. She went to the main bathroom, locked Bruce was in there, lucky there is more. She went downstairs with the lift and Hawkeye was in there, “Oh shit!” Natasha said, she then remembered the toilet near Iron Man’s working area. She made her way there but Tony was inside, she just remembered that there was also one just near the laundry hopefully Thor wasn’t in there. She made her way up the lift but when she was going up she lost a bit of control as she started to slightly pee her red panties, that was her first drop. She regained control and whispered to herself “Your a spy you shouldn’t have this problem when you need to pee.” When she became a spy they taught her how to hold her pee in for hours without any leakages and it seems like that her training is fading, her ability to hold so much and no accidents is running away. She even barely made it through the battle of Sokovia, she peed herself during the battle which to her she liked but still never gave her a fetish. When she got to the first floor where this next bathroom is and it was true exactly like what she predicted to happen came true, Thor was in it. She just remembered that her bedroom has a bathroom there, so she went back down using the lift. When inside she couldn’t help it but she dampened her panties a bit with her second squirt of pee which was thicker and more powerful to dampen her whole panties. She did regain control as the lift reached floor 2 (the bedrooms), she ran out but felt a small drop escape her clutches, so she slowed down. Nat opened her room and ran to the bathroom, she shut the door and start taking off her suit. Her built came off but her zip was stuck “Oh fuck!” She cried while moaning after “I’m, I’m, I’m going to wet myself!” She now was moaning non stop trying again and again with her stuck zipper. Just immediately after she moaned once more her body let go and her floodgates opened. She started peeing, hot piss running down her already damp panties through to her legs and down her black boots. She stood there enjoying her relief as this felt more warmer than any of the times she had an accident in mid battle. Once Ms Romanoff’s floodgates closed she opened her eyes and then loved wetting herself, she finally got a kink for it. Now she just wanted to keep it a secret, she even wounded if she told Scarlet Witch about this. Is thought she had a peeing fetish because she always acted weird and just had the right personality for it or maybe Nat was wrong and she didn’t have this fetish or any fetish more any matter. “Maybe she even discovered it when she peed in front of me earlier” Nat said, that could be right or it was just her imagination. Natasha Romanoff, who was once a Russian spy now an Avenger and pee lover too. To Be Continued...
  7. The age-old question of: MARVEL VS. DC So, today, I went to see Spiderman: Homecoming (great movie, 9/10, go watch it it's fucking great) and it once again sparked the rebbel inside of me who just wants to talk about the 2 comic jougernaughts: Marvel and DC. Now, I like DC, I really do, and I can appreciate what they do, but, I LOVE Marvel: the comics, the movies, the characters... So, here are my reasons. Disagree? That's okay! Tell me in the responses so I can tell you how wrong you are ;p Yeah, but, DC was first! True, but does that really count for anything? Is every platformer inferior to the original Super Mario Bros? No, it isn't, so this doesn't influence my oppinion. Marvel stole DCs characters! This is just a thing that happens. Of course some characters are eerily similair, but that doesn't have to be a bad thing! Sure, some are complete copy-pastes (DC created Nuclear skull in response to Ghost rider, Marvel created Black cat in response to Catwoman), but most of the times characters are completely diffrent (Hulk =/= Grundy, Quicksilver =/= Flash, Deadpool =/= Deathstroke). It's just something that happens in the business. What about Marvel's villains?! Sure, some of the are complete flops, but at least they are (mostly) original. Example: the Flash! What is an enemy of the flash? Reverse Flash! Another? Zoom! Another? Bizarro Flash! Hell, even within the universe they copy-paste villains: Captain Cold and Doctor Freeze? Really? They are so similair they are literally an alternate skin in Injustice 2! And what's next? Mister Arctic? Luitenant Nippy? Major Breezy? Sure, some of Marvel's villains are...less than specteculair; taking a look at Thor: The dark world will tell you as much. Though I have to applaus Marvel for turning a weird, kinda uncool and uninteresting villain, the vulture, into an amazing, guininely terrifying force to be recconed with in Homecoming! And hey, at least Marvel never created a villain that has no use apart from being "the creature that killed Superman" and only got a backstory as an afterthought, and a shitty one at that! *cough*Doomsday*Cough* What about the characters?! Same as the villains: Superman? Cool! Supergirl? Yeah, sure! Batgirl? Umm... Batwoman? Ok stop. Robin? Which one, the one that became Nightwing? The one that died? Too many Robins! Superdog? Super... dog? Superdog... The only comparison I can find in the Marvel universe is Throg (a Thor frog, Loki turned Thor into a frog and then one thing led to another and...yeah) and that was played as a joke and was befitting of something a god of mischief would do Fucking superdog wtf DC What about the movies?! HahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaSuicideSquadhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha No, ok, Dark Knight trilogy? Awesome! Wonder Woman? Kinda cool! Everything else? ... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha DC is way more groundbreaking with black heroes, female heroes, etc! Yeah...no. Sure, Marvel had female heroes later, but again, it's less old, so that's logical. And it's not like Marvel is lacking when it comes to non-white-male heroes: Storm, Rogue, Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, Miles Morales, K'Thala, Captain Marvel, She-Hulk, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Warmachine, Iron Fist, Blade...the list goes on and on. Final thoughts I think it comes down to one thing, one specific diffrence that seperates the two so immensly: Fun DC tries to create characters that question themselves, that wonder what is best for the world, what they truly are adding to their surroundings and whether they are actually helping people and not hurting them. Characters restrain themselves and make grave sacrifices. I can see the value in this. It creates the question of "how would the world react if people like this showed up?", and I don't see this as a "wrong" or even "worse" way to handel such godlike characters like Superman. Marvel, though it also deals with heavy subjects (PTSD in Ironman 3, collatoral damage and infighting in Civil War), it leaves more room for fun. If you watch Iron Man you know Tony is having a blast flying around, Spiderman whoops and cheers as he swings around, it gives more of a sense of childlike wonder about these awesome powers and stimulates the fantasy: what would you do? How would you help people? How would you handle the praise? Just compare Supermans first flight and Ironmans first flight: One is unsure, and finally shoots off looking determined as he arrives at his destination in seconds. One simply "hopes this works", takes off and is having a blast stunting and preforming in the air with a "holy shit I am flying" attitude. Now tell me... Which one sounds like more fun?
  8. I was wandering If anybody is in a possesion of two specific comics. Those were divided in 4 pictures per comic. Main heroes were Rogue and another one was Batwoman (I'm oretty sure it wasn't Batgirl). The one with Marvel included desperation and a relief when she comes out some kind of a ship. The one with DC circules about hero's return to batcave's bathroom with Robin inside.
  9. I'm sorry for not adding onto my other interactive stories but I've been, how does one say, distracted. I've been meaning to but I've been getting distracted doing stupid stuff. It absolutely kills me! Anyways, I'll try to work on them either tonight or tomorrow. Anyways, here's a marvel based Omo story. What should her superhero name be? You guys say below and I'll pick the ones I like the most. I'll probably pick 2 suggestions as my main and multiple as secondary characters, like extras.
  10. Captain Marvel had been away from Earth for years. The discovery of her past and what it meant for her lead her back to space where she intended to end the ongoing Kree-Skrull War by any costs. The Kree had been assaulting a small Skrull outpost for weeks now, and Carol had finally just got time to answer their distress beacon. It sounded like they were holding out, but she knew they could use help. The small moon was in sight for Carol as she glided across space moving so fast you'd probably only see a red and blue blur. While approaching the planet, something seemed off. No visible wreckage in orbit, only a few Kree ships. The majority of the battle had to be on the ground. Carol descended from the sky as she approached the beacon. An empty town, completely empty. No signs of battle, no signs of life. Her short range scanners didn't pick up anything human size or larger. Carol approached the beacon cautiously, she knew this had to be a trap. The nervousness hit her more than she expected, and she felt it a bit in her bladder. She slowly walked towards the beacon, step by step, not sure what to expect. Suddenly - beeping. Captain Marvel stopped in her place, it nearly gave her a heart attack. Was it a bomb? Or were all the Skrulls killed? She could hear the ominous beeping going at a steady rate, it couldn't be a bomb. Her scanners didn't pick up any explosive materials. Finally Carol decided to approach the beacon. It was a bigger pod shape, a control panel hanging in front of her with a button to turn it off. Carol turned around, eyeing the scene. Still nothing. 'I'll just turn this malfunctioning time-wasting piece of junk off and get out of here.' Danvers thought to herself. Carol hit the switch, and instantaneously a huge shock wave of electricity went through her whole body, she couldn't help but collapse. She fell on the ground, her body convulsing from the electric shock wave, not even noticing she had lost all control of her bladder which was emptying into her blue and red suit. Finally, she gained the energy to stand, realizing she had completely pissed herself. The warm piss ran down here thighs as she stood up. She looked disgusted at herself, opening the seems of the pant legs of her suit which caused the piss to drain out, creating a puddle beneath her feet. Suddenly, her holographic gauntlet started going off alarming her of multiple lifeforms. On the hills around the village stood at least fifty Kree soldiers, all armed. She looked behind her to see the same thing. Some of them were snickering, realizing one of the most feared and powerful heroes in the galaxy - the great Captain Marvel - just peed her pants.
  11. Princess Shuri lay fast asleep in her bed in the Royal Palace of Wakanda. She slept there in her satin pyjamas, she was dreaming about her friend Peter Parker. He is her best friend and in the dream he was kissing her and all very bizarre things to her, that he wouldn’t do to her maybe she was dreaming how she wants her future to be like. And then she had the most weirdest thing she ever dreamed about, she was in the entertainment room in the palace and with Peter. Him and her were watching a movie together and it was a scary movie, she didn’t know what one it was maybe it was IT or something. Anyway she got very scared in one particular scene and ended her fear wetting herself and while she was wetting herself Peter couldn’t help but stare at her pee running down her legs of her jeans. Shuri woke up she realised it was a dream but she did get turned on by the dream as she would love to be Peter’s girlfriend. Shuri went back to sleep and she shifted in position. Her hand was now under the bed where her crotch is and was about to give herself an orgasm, but then felt the crotch of her pjs were wet. She must’ve been desperate to pee while sleeping and then had a dream about it. She got up, she tried not to scream as it was 6:00 already. There was a huge stain on her pjs and the bed, she couldn’t believe how she wet the bed and had an accident like baby, she just couldn’t believe it. She took off her wet pjs and went back to sleep naked and hoped she would wake up before her brother so she could hide her accident from him.
  12. Alas, this doesn't involve actual wetting, but I just stumbled across this when I was reading today and thought the second to last panel might be relevant to someone's interests. The idea of Peter Parker desperate to piss in front of Iron-Man and Captain America is the stuff of dreams. Obviously, not my own work and the credit goes to writer Dan Slott and the artists and editors listed here. My apologies if this isn't the correct place to post this.
  13. This was another request, this one from @GrangerDanger, and it's set between Civil War and Homecoming (in my head, at least). Thanks for reading! *** The last bell finally sounded, and Peter sprang from his desk. It had been a particularly long and boring day, and he was excited to finally get out and…well, let’s just say engage in some after-school activities. It had been a few months since Peter Parker had been become more than just Peter Parker and just two weeks since he’d returned from a last-minute, wildly exciting trip to Berlin at the request of Tony Stark. Tony Stark. Peter unconsciously shook his head at the most ridiculous of the ridiculous things that had happened to him in the past year. Tony Stark had showed up at Aunt May’s apartment, spewing some bull about a grant. As soon as he’d gotten Peter alone (which, Peter thought distractedly, was even weirder – who else but Tony Stark could just show up and ask to see a teenager boy alone without so much as eliciting a raised eyebrow?), Tony had explained, in characteristically sardonic fashion, that Captain America was trying to help a mass murderer escape, and Tony needed Peter (who he knew was Spider-Man, because Tony Stark knows literally everything) to help catch Cap and the Winter Soldier. The battle had been outrageous, and Peter definitely felt like he’d contributed (after all, it had been his idea to use rope to trip up that guy who’d become a giant for a few minutes), but Cap and his friend got away, so Peter hadn’t technically done what he’d been asked, and he felt terrible for that. All he wanted was a chance to prove to Mr. Stark that he could be better. Every day since the airport fight, Peter had obsessively checked his phone, hoping for another summons, another mission from Mr. Stark. He’d spent his afternoons and evenings slinging around the city, helping people – mostly in little ways, no real big crime stoppage – quietly yearning for some actual excitement, something that would allow him to show Mr. Stark that he wasn’t just a kid. That he deserved to be an Avenger. “Earth to Parker!” Peter looked up. He was at his locker, putting away his last textbooks, and Ned was next to him, apparently in the middle of some story that Peter hadn’t been paying attention to at all. “Sorry, man. What were you saying?” Ned beamed, his good nature entirely unperturbed at Peter’s distraction. “I was asking if you were coming to Academic Decathlon practice today. You already skipped two this year, and Mr. Harrington isn’t too happy.” “Oh, yeah,” Peter cringed. He liked Academic Decathlon (and he definitely liked one particular teammate…), but he had totally forgotten about practice after school. He’d been so much more focused on… Peter’s eyes lit up as he pulled out his phone, not having given Ned an answer. There was a short, exhilarating message on the screen. Tony wants a meeting. I’ll be waiting outside after school – HH “Sorry, Ned!” Peter had to keep himself from sounding too excited. “I have the Stark Internship, and I can’t keep Mr. Stark waiting!” Peter was already dashing down the hallway, throwing his backpack over his shoulder, as Ned called out behind him. “I’ll just cover for you, then! Remember me when you’re rich!” Peter managed a half-wave behind him before bursting through the school doors. Sure enough, there was a conspicuous black sedan parked a few spaces back. Standing next to it was Mr. Stark’s perpetually annoyed-looking head of security, Happy Hogan. “Mr. Hogan,” Peter nodded at the man, trying to come off as mature. Happy opened the back door, not quite scowling, and Peter slid in. He told himself that Happy didn’t mean to shut the door on his backpack strap – he was just in a rush. “So what does Mr. Stark need me to do?” Peter asked as soon as Happy got into the driver’s seat. “Does he have a mission for me? Are aliens gonna attack again?” Happy was wearing dark sunglasses, but Peter didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were currently rolling. “Tony just told me he wanted me to pick you up,” the man sighed. Peter opened his mouth to ask more, but Happy was already rolling up the partition, clearly done with conversation. Only a little chastened – Peter knew that Happy didn’t like these chauffeuring trips – Peter sat back. He knew it would take at least 30 minutes to get to Stark Tower, and it looked like he was going to have to entertain himself. As the adrenaline of the school day and learning that Mr. Stark actually wanted to see him(!) faded, Peter had an uncomfortable realization: he really had to pee. He paused and wrinkled his forehead. He’d never really thought much about it, but yeah, he always went to the bathroom after school. Even after he got his powers, he’d go before changing into his improvised costume. Over the past two weeks, he’d just stopped at the school restrooms on his way out before ducking into some alley to change into the new suit Mr. Stark had made for him. Today, though, he’d run out without even thinking about it; he’d been so excited, and he hadn’t wanted to keep Happy waiting. Peter thought fast. He had to go pretty bad, but he was sure he could make it to Stark Tower, and Mr. Stark was always running behind or doing something important, anyway, so he was sure he’d have plenty of time to find a bathroom before Mr. Stark was actually ready to see him. Peter pulled out his phone and succeeded in partially distracting himself for the remainder of the drive. He never fully lost awareness of his overly full bladder, but he was able to flip through Snapchat with only a few intermittent squirms. By the time Happy pulled into the Stark Tower parking level, though, Peter had to press his thighs together before getting out of the car. He was grateful to finally be in proverbial sight of a bathroom. Without a word, Happy led him to the private elevator. Peter thought better of asking where they were going, and besides, standing slightly behind Happy let Peter shift side to side without being seen. As the elevator doors closed, Happy’s phone dinged. “Tony wants you in the lab,” Happy said tersely, pushing the button for the appropriate floor. “Right now?” Peter asked before he could stop himself, immediately cringing at how childish he sounded. Happy glanced mirthlessly over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to answer the stupid question. Peter inhaled deeply and stood up straight. He didn’t even know what Mr. Stark wanted yet – maybe it would be a two-minute meeting, and then Peter would be sent off to work on his own. Or just back into the car for Happy to drive home. In seconds, the elevator reached Mr. Stark’s lab, and the doors slid open. Happy held his arm across the threshold, and pointed vaguely to the left. Taking the hint, Peter walked around him and headed in the indicated direction. He heard the elevator doors slide shut behind him; clearly, Happy wasn’t staying. Peter couldn’t help but gaze around the lab. Of course he knew that Tony Stark would have nothing but the best tools and tech – higher than top-of-the-line – but it was still so cool to see. Peter knew tech better than almost anyone at his school, but even he couldn’t think fast enough to come up with names for all of the gadgets he was seeing. The room was gigantic, but Peter heard the sounds of tinkering a few yards in front of him. Focusing, he saw Mr. Stark staring at a huge, holographic screen, making rapid adjustments as some of his machines carried out his orders next to him. Peter squeezed his legs together again, determined not to squirm, before clearing his throat. “Uh…Mr. Stark?” Tony looked behind him, hands still flying in front of the screen. “Hey, Pete. Come and stand over here. I’m updating your suit, and I need to get your biorhythms right.” Wide-eyed, Peter walked over to Mr. Stark and stood inside a circle in the middle of some machines, trying to hold his bladder without making any obvious external movements. Tony glanced up, then did a double-take. “No, you’ll need to get out of your clothes to try on the suit,” he ordered. “You are wearing underwear, right?” Blushing, Peter nodded. Tony had developed material that basically shrink-wrapped around him at the push of a button, so he didn’t have to spend time shimmying into spandex. It looked like this new version of the suit had the same capability, so Peter quickly stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, stuffing his clothes into his backpack and tossing it to the side. Tony held out the prototype, and Peter stepped into it, grateful to find that putting on the suit didn’t require any new knowledge, so he was able to do it right in one go. He pressed the button, and the suit snapped into place around him. Peter shuddered briefly; the sensation shocked his bladder, and he nearly leaked. Thankfully, Mr. Stark wasn’t looking, so he was able to cross his legs briefly, bringing himself back under control. He tried to stand up straight, still hoping that this would be over quickly. Almost as soon as the suit was on, Peter felt a poke on his arm. He clenched his pelvic muscles again as he looked over to see one of Mr. Stark’s robots taking some kind of reading from the suit. Peter felt himself starting to tremble. “M-Mr. Stark?” he asked, hoping Mr. Stark wouldn’t call out the stutter. “What is this for?” “Suit updates,” Tony replied, not taking his eyes off the screens, which now held several different angles and readouts of the Spider-suit. “The one you have now, I just whipped up in a few hours to get you ready for Germany. Now, I wanna make sure you have proper – can you stop moving?” Tony interrupted himself, enunciating the last two words. Peter felt his face get hot; he hadn’t even realized how much he’d been shifting. “Sorry,” he mumbled, feeling more than a little bit of despair. What Mr. Stark was describing didn’t exactly sound like a quick fix, but maybe… “So…what do you need from me?” Peter asked, grasping at a last shred of hope. “FRIDAY needs to create a digital replica of your physiology, so the suit can read your body and respond appropriately to your needs,” Tony explained. “Today, we’re getting a baseline – just standard heart rate, blood pressure, cortisol, EEG stuff, and then later, once I finish some of the programming, I’ll send you around the neighborhood for a spin so the algorithm can build in awareness of what your body does when you’re spider-ing.” Peter felt himself sweating, even though the material of the suit had super-advanced cooling material. Really, what Mr. Stark was describing sounded awesome, but he was a hairbreadth away from losing control, and the thought of wetting himself in front of Mr. Stark was overwhelming his brain and his body… “The program’s pretty intuitive,” Tony was saying, still fiddling with multiple images on the holographic screen, “but it has to get a bunch of data from you to make sure the responses are accurate, so just sit tight, and…” Tony actually turned around this time, exasperated. Peter forced himself to stand still, and felt a warm spurt soak into his boxers for his efforts. “Did you not hear me say the word ‘baseline’?” Tony quirked an eyebrow, and Peter quailed under his idol’s stare. “Just stand there for about ten minutes, so FRIDAY can get all the readings she needs.” Tony turned back to his screens, and Peter felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. There was no way he’d make it ten minutes, plus out of the suit, plus to wherever there was a bathroom in this monstrosity of a building. “I know you’ve got more energy than us old people, kid,” Tony went on, talking to himself as much as Peter, “but surely you have the skills to just chill out for a few…minutes…” Tony trailed off as he actually looked at the biological readings projected on the screen. The kid’s heart rate was well into triple digits, and his cortisol was spiking. Peter, for his part, was crumbling. He wanted to hang on, he had to hang on, but he was leaking almost continuously, and he was in pain, and he couldn’t focus on anything other than desperately, hopelessly trying to hold back the flood without actually grabbing himself. “Hey, kid?” Tony gazed intently at the screen, trying to make sense of Peter’s sky-high stress levels. “Is there anything-“ Tony didn’t need to finish his question, because he turned toward Peter and saw – and heard – the explanation for the kid’s anxiety. Half of Peter’s brain was screaming at him to run, to get out of Mr. Stark’s line of sight, but he was completely petrified, unable to move an inch. His bladder had just started to empty, like a water balloon had popped between his thighs. Heat gushed down his legs, splashing – oh god, it was actually splashing – onto the concrete floor. Tony opened his mouth to say something – his instinctive reaction to any given situation was to say something – but shut it again in an instant. Neurons firing overtime, he decided his only recourse was to avert his eyes. Peter felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. His chest hurt, and sounds were muffled (in space, no one can hear you scream), and he knew he was still pissing all over Mr. Stark’s floor, but he couldn’t feel anything other than blinding humiliation. His eyes filled with tears that he frantically blinked away, even though his face was obscured by the mask. His brain felt like a skipping record, or a car engine that wouldn’t turn over; he knew he had to move, had to apologize, had to do something, but he couldn’t actually think any coherent thoughts. After far too long, Tony heard the overly loud pattering sound fade away. He stood in silence for a few breaths, then spoke, not quite looking at the kid. “OK, just…just take the elevator up two floors, and there’ll be a bathroom down the hall to your right,” Tony instructed, trying to make it sound as if a teenage superhero peeing himself was nothing more than a minor glitch in his plans. Peter pressed his lips together to keep them from shaking, but pressed the button to release the suit. The rush of air made him shiver, rapidly cooling the drenched fabric of his boxers. Despite the highly advanced fabric of the suit, he still felt how soaked the material was all down the legs. “Just…leave the suit here, DUM-E or someone will take care of it,” Tony added, just as Peter was steeling himself to pull off the mask. With that final direction, Peter drew in a deep breath, grasped at the back of the mask, and slid out of the suit, catching it briefly on his foot before he was able to step out of it entirely. He let it crumple in a pathetic pile on the floor, just beyond the reach of his infantile puddle. Peter stood for a second, unsure if Mr. Stark was going to say anything else, but then reached down for his backpack and all but sprinted back toward the elevator, his vision blurry with tears. In the elevator, Peter didn’t even have time to catch his breath. He was done; there was no way Mr. Stark would ever let him join the Avengers now. How could he have been so stupid? The elevator door slid open, and Peter turned right, looking for the promised bathroom. He was just going to change, throw on his jeans, and then get out of here, maybe even – “Peter?” Peter froze. No, he couldn’t take anything else right now, he couldn’t – “Peter, is something wrong?” Pepper Potts, Mr. Stark’s unbelievably glamourous and savvy CEO and girlfriend, was walking up behind him, and there was really no marginally-decent explanation for him standing in his underwear on one of Mr. Stark’s private floors of the tower. “Peter? Honey?” The boy was frozen, so Pepper approached cautiously, not wanting to scare him. She could hear his shaky breath, and, as he was, in fact, in his underwear, she was already forming a hypothesis of what had happened. Sure enough, when she approached him, she saw the dark stain across the front of his boxers and the redness around the rims of his eyes. She felt terrible for the teen, but at the same time, she was intensely irritated with Tony. “It’s OK, honey,” she assured the still-quivering boy in front of her. “The bathroom’s that third door there. You can get cleaned up.” Peter nodded, messily wiping his nose on the back of his hand, but not moving toward the indicated room. “Were you with Tony?” Pepper asked gently. “It wasn’t his fault,” Peter insisted quickly. “I just…I didn’t…it wasn’t Mr. Stark’s fault.” Pepper knew better than to either believe Peter or to push him any further, so she just smiled softly and pointed down the hall. “There’s a chute in the bathroom. Put your wet things in there, and FRIDAY will wash and dry them for you.” “No, I-“ Pepper waved a hand, cutting off Peter’s protest. “It’ll take ten minutes. She’ll be done before you’re out of the shower.” Peter hung his head. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of Stark Tower, but he couldn’t argue with Miss Potts. “Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, then slunk off down the hallway. Pepper watched the boy close the bathroom door behind him, then turned on her stiletto-ed heel and stalked into the elevator. In seconds, she stormed into the lab. “Tony!” Tony winced at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. Correctly assuming that she’d run into the kid upstairs, he didn’t even bother with a quip; he just turned away from his screen to face the wrathful Pepper. “What were you thinking?” she demanded. Tony sighed. “He didn’t say anything! How was I supposed to know?” “Did you even ask?” Pepper glared pointedly. “Or did you just jump straight into giving orders, not even bothering to say hello or offer the kid a snack or something?” Tony’s shoulders slumped. He didn’t have to answer; Pepper was right, and he knew exactly what she was implying – who she was implying. He looked up at the woman he loved, the woman who was so much better at virtually everything involving people than he was. “What do I do?” Upstairs, Peter was taking deep breaths, inhaling the hot steam from the shower. He’d briefly considered ignoring Miss Potts’ orders and not putting his soaked underwear in the sci-fi-ish laundry chute, but then he figured that there was bound to be some sort of tracker, so she’d know and yell at him, so he reluctantly did it anyway. He wasn’t really one to take long showers, but the hot water felt good helped erased the horrible feeling of wet fabric sticking to his legs, and what else was he going to do until his boxers were clean, anyway? He hadn’t set a timer or anything, but just as he turned off the water and was reaching for a towel, he heard a ding. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he looked out to see a green light on the laundry chute. He opened it and found his clean, dry boxers neatly folded on a tray. He took a moment to marvel at the technology before his train of thought naturally led him back to the crushing shame of having an accident in front of Mr. Stark. Peter sighed shakily as he pulled on his clothes. He tried to think positively; he could still help the city (would Mr. Stark even let him keep the old suit?), he had technically gotten to meet the Avengers (oh god, would Mr. Stark tell the Avengers that he’d peed his pants?), and… Lost in thought, Peter pulled open the bathroom door, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He had just enough time to start wondering if he even knew his way out of the building when he heard probably the last sound on earth he wanted to hear right now. “Hey, Pete.” Peter stopped and looked up, trying not to raise his head dramatically slowly. Mr. Stark was standing at the end of the hallway, hands in his pockets. Peter opened his mouth, but just like Pepper before, Tony cut him off before he could make a sound. “Don’t apologize, kid. Don’t you dare apologize,” Tony ordered, though he didn’t sound mad at all. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” “But I-“ Tony shook his head, refusing to let Peter talk. “Pete, I’m the grown-up here. And I know that. I didn’t think about anything other than what I wanted to get done today, which means I didn’t think about you at all, and that was really crappy of me.” Peter bit the inside of his lip. Mr. Stark sounded almost sad, and he didn’t want him to be sad, but he wasn’t quite sure what to do if Mr. Stark didn’t want him to apologize. “I know better than that, kid,” Tony sighed. “I know better than that because that’s how I was raised. My old man never asked if I needed anything, never cared about what I wanted. He was all about getting the work done. And I told myself I’d be better than that.” Tony gazed at Peter and shrugged, unable to fully verbalize how awful he felt for what he’d inadvertently done to the kid. “You don’t apologize, Pete,” he reiterated. “I’m in the wrong, here, and I promise, I won’t let it happen again.” Peter tried to smile. He was pretty sure Mr. Stark was just being nice, that Miss Potts had yelled at him or something. Then again, Mr. Stark did look uncharacteristically vulnerable when talking about his dad… Tony was silent for a second, but it didn’t seem like the teen was ready – or able – to speak just yet. That was OK. “Go back down to the parking deck,” Tony instructed by way of ending the obscenely awkward encounter. “Happy’ll take you back to Aunt May’s, and I’ll text you when the new suit is ready, K?” “Okay,” Peter managed to squeak out. Tony nodded and turned away, figuring the kid wouldn’t move unless he felt like he was officially dismissed. Behind him, he heard Peter scramble into the elevator. Tony frowned to himself. Pepper had been right, as she always was – it was totally his fault that the kid didn’t even feel comfortable enough to ask the use the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if his little speech had done the trick, but he’d definitely try to be more attentive in the future. And in the meantime, he’d be sure to add a dryer and a heater into Peter’s new suit.
  14. So I have decided to write a Marvel Vs. D. C. Omo Fanfic and I was planning on writing the first three days but I only wrote 1 and ran out of time. I'll upload the next two days later. Past that I have no plans :P. Anyways, here's the first day of it. I'm sorry about Selina not acting like Selina and that it probably kinda sucks. Part One Marilynn Lynn pulled out a lock-pick out the pocket of her skin-tight, black cat outfit. She wore a cat outfit because she idolized Catwoman, she loved her ever since she got into the crime business. She was about to break into a jewelry store. The suit had short cat ears so they didn't stick out and it had a cat mask that had whiskers and large see-through yellow eyes. It lacked a tail due to her fear of it poking out and triggering something. She had short blonde hair and shiny light green eyes, she had red lipstick under her mask and she was pretty short. She was very light and flexible and great at aerobatics, she had a lot of stamina, she could run for hours, she was incredibly swift as well. She could out match almost any normal person in a fight using her speed but her defense relied mostly on gadgets she created and built. She opened the door and realized she was in the bathroom, she also saw three girls dressed in guards uniforms staring at her. She quickly jumped, pinning one down and kicking the other two in their faces. One falls down and lands pretty hard on a corner and stays down, the other falls back a bit and leans against a wall. Marilynn stands on the guard she pinned down's throat and slammed the other guard's head against a wall, knocking her out. She pins down the last guard again and held her hand onto her mouth as she screamed. She pulled out a tranquilizer and injected it into the guard and in seconds she passed out. Marilynn looked at the stalls, she felt her bladder twinge a little, she didn't realize this until now but she could really use a toilet break. She opened the stall door and went in but then remembered, she's in a full-body skin-tight suit, which isn't easy to get in and out of whenever you want. She groaned and shifted weight from foot to foot, thinking about what to do. She figured she could hold it until after the robbery, it's not like it would take that long anyways, it's just a jewelry store. She tied up the guards together with duct tape and taped their mouths shut and placed them in a stall to hide them. She slowly opened the door and looked around. There was no one around but two cameras looking down two corridors, she walks slowly under one of the cameras, until she realized there was a camera just above the bathroom door. The camera sees her and an alarm is triggered. She runs back through the bathroom and out the store, using a grappling hook, she climbed up a neighboring building and pulled out some binoculars, watching from a distance. She notices a woman in a shiny leather black suit on the roof of the store, quickly whipping onto another building. She could identify that woman anywhere, it was her idol, Catwoman. She couldn't believe this, she whip to the building across from her, and from the look Marilynn saw, she knew Catwoman saw her. She made her way to Marilynn and stood in front of her, with a face that could only be described as annoyed. This is perfect, just perfect! Out of all the ways she could meet her idol, it had to be because she messed up a robbery they were doing. She took the cat-mask off and began to sweat profusely out of nervousness and shame. "I-I'm sorry Miss Catwoman! I swear it was an accident!", Marilynn began, looking down in shame. Catwoman rolled her eyes, "Kid, maybe you should stick to robbing people or convenient stores and leave store robbing to the big girls.", she said. Marilynn was slightly offended, she was an 18 year old (well, 18 in a week) woman, she was not a little kid. "Excuse me, Miss Catwoman, but I've done this since I was 16 (well, a week away from 17) and I know how to rob a store, this is not my first rodeo! I swear this was the only time something like this happened, I usually see all the cameras and avoid them.", she explained. "Yeah, I doubt that.", Catwoman said. "I could prove it, if you could let me come with you I'll show you I'm a great robber!", Marilynn says confidently and nervously, was she really about to argue with her idol? Catwoman laughed, "ok, here's a deal, I was planning on robbing a bank just outside of Gotham, if you join a robbery with me and if we get caught, I'll take 10,000 dollars from your bank account, however, if we don't you get 75% of the loot. Deal?", Marilynn couldn't believe this. Not only was she about to go do a robbery with her hero but she was going to make more than her?! Only for a simple bank heist?! She's in! "You're on!", Marilynn said. 'You're on... urine... oh crap! Is still need to pee! Oh well, I can hold it. Ohhh, this suit is really crushing my bladder! I probably don't even have to go that bad, but this suit is squishing my bladder, making it feel full. Oh well, this won't be that hard.', Marilynn though as she shifted weight from one foot to the other. "Alright, get in my car", Catwoman says as she get in the driver's seat of her car. Marilynn got on the passenger side of the car and laid back, crossing her legs. Catwoman begins to speed down the road, causing Marilynn to sink further down into her seat. This catches her by surprise and she leaks a little, but thankfully her suit was black so it didn't show. They sped down the streets to the bank and park far away, they then watch the bank from the roof of a building across it. "Alright, now it's time for you to see how a real bank robber does things", Catwoman says, "what's your name anyways?" "Marilynn", Marilynn replies, Catwoman slaps her in the back of her head, "not you're real name you idiot! Like how I'm Catwoman but obviously my real name isn't Catwoman, what's yours?", she explains. Marilynn shrugs, "I don't know, never thought of one" "Yeah, well you're SneakCattack now", Catwoman said. 'SneakCattack, kinda cheesy but I like it.', she thought as she pulled out binoculars and watched around the store, she decided to grappling hook to the roof of the bank and slide there. She quickly and quietly to the door as she begins to lock-pick the roof door. Catwoman whips to the roof and meets SneakCattack there. "SneakCattack?! What are you doing?! There's probably an alarm system and-" "Calm down, I've already got that taken care off", SneakCattack says as she pushes the door open. There is no alarm and SneakCattack quickly slides down the rail to the top floor, just below the roof. SneakCattack lock-picks the next door and opens it slowly to see a guard, Catwoman walked up to SneakCattack. "Do you see anything?", she says loudly, alerting the guard. SneakCattack quickly shoots a tranquilizer dart at his head and pulls him into the room with her grappling hook. She hid him under the stairs and waited for the alarm to trigger, but nothing happened, the security guard must have been looking away from that camera and the cameras must not have audio. "I think the guard was looking away from that camera screen and the camera's must not have audio.", SneakCattack says. "That's good", Catwoman whispers. SneakCattack lightly slaps Catwoman in the right arm. "Stop fucking talking so loud!", she quietly yells, Catwoman laughs quietly. "Just help me find the security camera room.", SneakCattack says. Catwoman points to a room across the stairwell and loudly asks, "Is that it?". SneakCattack pushes her against a wall and covers her mouth, she pulls her fist back aiming it at her, if she wasn't her idol she would be locked behind some bars in the Arkham Prison with some pretty dark bruises everywhere. SneakCattack used her grappling hook to quickly zoom to the other side when she saw that the coast was clear, followed by Catwoman. She pulled out a knife that heated up to 1000 degrees Fahrenheit when activated. She whispered to Catwoman, "keep an eye out for any guards" as she cut the lock bar of the door and opened it wide open. There was a guard inside so SneakCattack quickly ran up to him and held the knife at his throat as she pulled out a syringe. "Hey, Sneak, there's two guards coming up the stairwell right now", Catwoman said. SneakCattack stabbed the guard and he passed out, when she turned around and looked at Catwoman she saw her just stand there and stare at her. SneakCattack groaned and shot out of the room, jumping out of the doorway and shooting both guards with a tranquilizer dart from her wrist. She readied her hand like she was about to slap the shit out of Catwoman but she heard a "Hello? Hello?" from the guard's walkie-talkie. She quickly ran to it and answered it, "uhhh... I'm sorry, I saw down and accidentally hit the button", the voice responded, "oh, ok" and hung up. SneakCattack picked up the two bodies and threw them in the security camera room. She felt a twinge in her bladder and had to hunch forward and grab herself a little, she felt pretty desperate to piddle, but she couldn't leave the operation with four unconscious guard and she DEFINITELY couldn't trust Catwoman all by herself! She'll just have to hold it and delay nature a bit. She looked through the cameras to analyze her surroundings, it was a three story bank, two story bank with an indoor balcony as a third floor really, there were quite a few guards, 12 to be specific. She was going to have to either rob the place behind everyone's back or knock everyone out, the latter seeming to be much easier. She crossed and uncrossed her legs constantly to avoid her bladder being a distraction. Catwoman walked around for a bit and whistled, she was pissing SneakCattack off, a lot! She decided that she needed to get rid of the guard answering the radioes, then it should be a piece of cake. She was about to walk down the stairs but Catwoman tripped her and she was about to fall forward but did a cartwheel down the stairs and landed on her feet. She gave Catwoman a very furious look that was covered by her mask but she knew, she knew very well that SneakCattack was mad, and it was nearly impossible not to burst into laughter. She angrily walked down to the second floor and snuck around to see if the radio room was down their, she didn't know which room it was in. There wasn't exactly a giant sign that yelled "RADIO ROOM". She saw a guard and quickly ducked behind a corner, Catwoman walked into the corridor and pointed to him, "hey, look at this dude's mustache. It looks like-", she is cut off when SneakCattack pushes her and shoots the guard in the lung with a dart. "Did you say something?", a female guard called out, she walked into the corridor and saw the other guard laying on the floor face first. Before she knows what's going on, she is pulled by SneakCattack's grappling hook and she was holding her up with her forearm by the throat so she wouldn't yell. She could see her angry eyes through the yellow eyes and must have gotten pretty scared because next thing SneakCattack knew she heard a loud hissing noise and was standing in a large pool of urine. It wasn't her puddle of piddle though, it was the guard's, she gave a face with a mixture of embarrassment and fear. "I-I-I...", she began until SneakCattack punched her lights out with all the rage Catwoman gave her. She fell down face first into her puddle, her shirt now soaked along with her pants and SneakCattack was pretty sure the guard's radio short-circuited from the urine. The guard's pee got on SneakCattack's outfit but it just rolled off since it was leather, but the sight, smell, and feel of warm pee on her caused her to break into a mini-dance. Catwoman giggled, she didn't notice SneakCattack's little dance. "Pissy cat, pissy cat", she sings jokingly when she sees the guard pee on her. Hearing the word 'piss' only made her need much worse but she wasn't about to do a potty dance like a little girl in front of her now-semi-idol, so she decided to grind against a railing. "Come on", Catwoman said, "we've got more guards to get rid off, you can't just grind things when we're in an operation", Catwoman explained. SneakCattack stopped and snuck around to find the room. What the fuck is happening to her right now? She was about to pee her pants next to her idol who was determined to make sure she failed. If she went back in time and told her younger self this should would have called the crazy house. She snapped out of this thought when Catwoman tripped her, and again she did a cartwheel so she didn't fall down and cause a ruckus. She stopped and clenched her hands into a fist and presses her legs tightly together, Catwoman thought it was because she was mad at her, but the actual reason was because she felt a tiny spurt and wanted to do a full on potty dance right there but couldn't, her semi-idol was watching and giggled. She felt tingles come up her spine, but her fears were put to rest when she heard Catwoman said "I love annoying you, you get so mad!". They continued to sneak until they passed the radio room. "Hey, maybe this is the room", Catwoman says loudly. On the other side of the door, a man asks "who's there?". SneakCattack pushed Catwoman out of the way and cut the lock-bar and pushed the door open, picking the guard up and slamming his head onto the table. With the radio and cameras out the rest of the mission was a piece of cake, just shoot all the guards or knock them out by beating them up. Then they opened the safe with SneakCattacks knife and spent 2 hours loading the doe into Catwoman's trunk. That day, SneakCattack learned that 2 hours + a mind-numbingly tedious and boring task + a full bladder =/= a good experience. When she got into Catwoman's car she was on the verge of an explosion and her skin-tight suit crushed her bladder. She tightly crossed her legs and squirmed in her seat with both hands in her crotch. Catwoman gave her a confused look, "the robbery is over, we have all the money and everyone is still unconscious, why are you so nervous?", Catwoman asked. SneakCattack had to think do a lie, she wasn't about to say "oh, I'm about to pee my suit because I've been bursting for a pee for the last three hours", especially not in HER car! "I always get nervous after heists, I always feel that we're being watched and followed", she explains. Catwoman shrugged, "I understand, after a few big heists you'll get used to it and understand that no one knows", she explained. They made it to Catwoman's base and she sighed. "I guess I lost kid, once I cash in the money, you get 75%. You won even when I tried to make you fail... to an extent of course! You're almost as good a burglar as I am with those gizmos", Catwoman said. SneakCattack smiled, there were two things she could think right now, "Holy shit! Catwoman just accepted defeat AND admitted that I'm a pretty good robber! Oh my god this is the bestest day ever!", and "Holy shit, I need to pee so damn badly!". SneakCattack felt so complemented by this, she felt a bit cocky at that point. "Well, almost as good as a burglar as I am", Catwoman said. "Nope, how about another bet? I bet your I'm the better burglar!", SneakCattack said smiling as she took her mask off. Catwoman smiled, "alright, you're on!", "Ugh! Urine! Urine! Urine! I need to pee so damn badly! I gotta goooo!", SneakCattack thought as she bounces a bit. "How about this, we both go out and rob something, whoever gets the most money out of their loot wins, we meet here tomorrow at 11 o'clock PM", Catwoman says. "You're... Agreed! Fair game!", SneakCattack says. Catwoman smiled, "great, prepare to lose! Now get out!", she said as she got out of the car. SneakCattack got out too and left her hideout. As soon as SneakCattack was out of the hideout she took off down the street as fast as she could with her hands in her crotch. Every thirty seconds she would leak and after every leak she ran faster and faster. She ran faster than she ever ran in her life that night, well, technically that morning, the sun began to come out. She made it to her house with her outfit drenched but you couldn't tell by how dark it was. Her parents weren't there (she was going to move out in a week) and so she unlocked the door with her key in her pocket and she dashed to the bathroom. Lucky for her, it was just in front of the entrance door. She ran in the bathroom and looked away from the toilet, she quickly unzipped her outfit and began to pee herself. She practically jumped on the toilet and finally let loose. Her outfit now down to her shins, she didn't have time to take her panties off, she was pissing forcefully into the toilet below her through her panties. She moaned so loudly in relief that she was pretty sure she woke the neighbors up, heck the loud ass piss stream probably woke the town up! For a few seconds she couldn't even hear her thoughts past the loud stream. She relaxed and breathed deeply, she finally relaxed after 3 hours of distress. She felt her bladder slowly deflate and after about 2 minutes her stream died out. She felt amazing! It felt almost orgasmic! She rubbed her now tired bladder and gave a deep breath of relief. She pulled the handle on the toilet to flush it, but it didn't flush. She got up and looked at the toilet, the water rose, she guessed that her toilet was stopped up. She looked down at her pink panties, obviously there was a large stain, she didn't think that the stain would wash out. She was going to fix the toilet later, right now she was thinking about a place to rob to out-profit Catwoman. She thought about one place that anyone with young children or any historian or archeologist would know is full of expensive stuff. The museum. Please tell me what you think and offer some criticism :) sorry that it's not very good
  15. so, being a slut for marvel and it’s characters, i tend to place my faves in omo situations in my head. such as my all-time favorite character bucky. i’ve read a couple five with the premise of HYDRA controlling his bladder along with everything else they did, and how it affected him then and how it affected him afterward and was wondering if anyone really had a similar interest like that! this may as well also be a place to dump any marvel omo bc i’m thirsty for it and have so far found no art at all, which is sad feel free to message me or reply on this topic about any of this, i gotta find out if anyone else here loves bucky!
  16. So I've been watching the new Netflix original marvel Jessica Jones, and there are so far allot of wetting scenes or scenes having to do with pee or toilets. That said I've only watched the first two episodes. In the first episode there is one toilet scene, and one bed wetting implied scene. Then near the end of the second episode there is a wetting scene with a puddle. It seems to me that the director is really good at making it look real. Maybe he/she has a fetish too.
  17. A short Deadpool fanfic. Features the voices in Wade's head, swearing, violence and mild pre-Spideypool flirting. ————— Wade squats at the edge of the roof, surveying the street below. He needs to piss. For a moment he considers standing up and peeing off the roof, seeing if he can hit any of the poor fucks below. He plays with the thought, turning it over in his head. Spidey wouldn’t like it. And it’s not a very hero thing to do, neither. ‘I fucking know that, shut up,’ he says out loud. The boxes are right, of course. If he’s really gonna try to do the hero thing, peeing on innocent passers by isn’t exactly a great move, hilarious though it would no doubt be. There’s a little less room for mayhem when you’re a hero than when you’re just a merc. He really shouldn’t have had all that Mountain Dew. He stands up, anyway, because squatting with a full bladder is like begging to piss yourself. If he can’t piss over the edge of the roof, maybe he can parkour his way to somewhere he can. Only, he realises, he kind of likes this feeling. Really? This is something we’re into now? ‘Maaaaaybe?’ Wade scratches his neck. ‘Never thought about it before.’ We’ve been into way weirder things, his brain points out. Kind of stuff we do for sh*ts and giggles . . . Hell, this isn’t even a kink by comparison. Ooh, we could experiment! See how long we can hold it! Wade considers this for a moment. ‘I guess what with the healing factor there’s no chance of doing any real damage to my bladder . . . Not that that would stop me. I draw the line at wetting myself, though. This suit’s a bitch to clean.’ Which is really dumb when you think about it, considering how much blood you get on it on a daily basis. Wade is still arguing with himself when someone lands on the roof behind him. He notices at once, but it takes him a while to pay the figure any mind. It’s only when Spider-Man clears his throat that he turns around. ‘I don’t mean to interrupt what’s no doubt a fascinating monologue—’ ‘Dialogue,’ Wade corrects him. ‘Trialogue? Di is for two, but there’s at least three. Sometimes six. Multilogue!’ ‘Whatever.’ Wade is pretty sure that Spider-Man is rolling his eyes behind the mask. ‘I was under the impression that we were hitting that trafficking ring tonight. Only I’ve been waiting for you for about an hour.’ Oh yeah, that’s what we’re supposed to be doing tonight! ‘Oh shit, yeah! My bad, Spidey. Got distracted.’ Thinking about piss. ‘Thinking about—no, shut up. Thinking about you, gorgeous!’ Wade bows with a flourish. Spider-Man’s arms are crossed in the body language of someone who’s entirely unimpressed. ‘Uh-huh. So, you coming?’ ‘For you, baby? Always!’ Spidey doesn’t dignify the double entendre with any kind of response. Instead he turns away and stalks across the roof. Wade follows. A thought strikes him just as they reach the other end of the building. ‘Hey, Spidey,’ he says suddenly. ‘You into watersports?’ Spider-Man halts and turns his head slightly. Wade decides that masks on other people suck. He’d like to be able to read Spider-Man’s expression right now. ‘You mean,’ says Spider-Man slowly, ‘like, surfing?’ Oh-em-gee, isn’t he just precious? Aww, who’s an adorably naïve Spider-Boy! Too cute. Too. Fucking. Cute. I may barf. You know, mentally. Wade swats the boxes away, also mentally. Not that they aren’t right. They are so right. ‘Yeah, something like that. Totally what I meant. So, we hitting that trafficking ring or what?’ And with that he jumps off the roof, forgetting that he’s six storeys up and that landing on concrete really fucking hurts, healing factor or no. ————— Fighting on a full bladder, it turns out, is hard. It’s also kind of a turn-on. Especially when Spider-Man’s leaping around with his hot moves, showing off that pert ass of his. The traffickers put up a decent fight, but nothing the two of them can’t handle, once they’ve released their victims into the night. And Wade tries not to kill anyone, he really does, but it just so happens that blades are meant for stabbing, and his hand-to-hand isn’t as great as Spider-Man’s. Besides, one of them is aiming his gun at the back of Spider-Man’s head while the arachnid’s busy with three others, and Wade doesn’t really have time to think, so he runs the fucker through. He doesn’t feel especially bad about it. By the time the fight is over, Wade really, really needs to piss. All that moving around has shaken his bladder and it’s making it harder to hold it in. Spider-Man makes a disapproving sound once he’s finished webbing the knocked out traffickers together, looking down at the dead guy. ‘What?’ says Wade defensively. ‘He was gonna shoot you! I just saved your life, baby boy.’ He pauses. ‘Do I get a kiss as a reward?’ ‘You really, really don’t,’ says Spider-Man dismissively. ‘Couldn’t you have, like, non-mortally wounded him or something?’ Wade throws up his hands in exasperation. ’Everyone's a critic! I don’t know what kind of bullets you’re used to, sweetcheeks, but the ones I tend to deal with move really, really fast. So, no. I just reacted. You’re welcome.’ He doesn’t look happy, does he? You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to us for saving his life. Spider-Man sighs, his crossed arms dropping to his sides. ‘Yeah. I’m sorry. Thanks, Deadpool.’ Wade blinks, not sure if he actually heard what he thought he heard. ‘Am I hallucinating?’ Did he just apologise? Did he just thank us? ‘You’d better get out of here,’ Spider-Man continues. ‘The cops will be here to arrest this lot soon.’ Wade cocks his head to one side. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ ‘Someone’s gotta explain this to them.’ Spider-Man nudges the dead guy gingerly with his toe. ‘I could get rid of the body,’ says Wade without missing a beat. ‘Yeah. No.’ A moment passes. ‘So, you going or what?’ Wade crosses his legs. His bladder feels full to bursting point now. Their conversation was a decent distraction, but now it’s getting almost impossible to ignore. ‘Yeah,’ he says slowly and swallows hard. ‘It’s just . . . kinda hard to move.’ Think of a babbling brook! Or a waterfall! Crashing waves, maybe. Or, you know, just think about piss. ‘Dudes! Not helping!’ Wade growls under his breath. Spider-Man crosses his arms again. ‘Why?’ His tone is skeptical. ‘You injured?’ Wade laughs in spite of himself. ‘No, no. I’m good. Just . . . Kinda really need a piss.’ Spider-Man sighs and rubs his forehead with his hand. ‘What are you, five?’ ‘Fine, fine.’ Wade starts shuffling towards the door of the warehouse. The going is slow, though, and after a few steps he whimpers pitifully and grabs his crotch. That’s right, show Spider-Man how you can’t even hold your bladder. ‘Shut up!’ Wade manages to croak. ‘I didn’t say anything,’ says Spider-Man. He sighs again and steps around Wade to look at him. The faint sound of police sirens reaches Wade’s ears, which means Spider-Man has been hearing it for a good while already. ‘All right. Go hide behind those crates.’ Spider-Man points to the back of the warehouse. Wade turns around and shuffles the other way. He reaches the crates just as the police cars come to a screeching halt outside, and squats down behind them as quickly as he can manage. Bad move, bro. ‘Motherf-aaaahh . . .’ Wade hisses as his bladder begins to void without warning. Peeing has never felt so good. Urine trickles out into his suit, warm and wet. He sits back against the wall, trying not to moan. There’s no point trying to stop it now, he reasons. Thought we weren’t gonna wet the suit. We weren’t, but we did anyway. It’s gonna be hell to clean. ‘I don’t care,’ Wade whispers, closing his eyes in bliss. So, we are into wetting ourselves, then. Good to know. Another kink to add to the list. Beyond the crates, he hears voices. Spider-Man is talking to the cops, but Wade can’t focus on what he’s saying. A minute later he’s still wetting. The piss is leaking out of his suit, forming a puddle around him. When it finally stops, he looks around and it occurs to him to wonder what’s in the crates. The cops are talking loudly enough that he risks pulling one of his katanas and uses it to pry the nearest crate open. It’s like Christmas has come early. The crate is full of weapons. Lovely, shiny handguns, and big, heavy assault rifles. He picks up one of the handguns, trying its weight in his gloved hand. It’s got good heft to it. A new kink, fighting baddies with Spider-Man, and now a brand new handgun? Today couldn’t get better if it tried. Wade pries open another crate, predictably enough containing ammo clips, loads the gun and sticks it down the back of his sopping wet pants. Then, forgetting all about hiding, he stands up and calls, ‘Hey, Spidey! And cops! These guys weren’t just smuggling people, they were smuggling weapons too! You might wanna step carefully back here, though. I just took a piss on the floor.’ Everyone stares at him for a moment. Then five guns are drawn on him, and he puts up his hands. ‘Aw, come on! Help me out here, Spidey?’ Spider-Man just slaps his palm to his forehead and shakes his head exasperatedly. Right about now’s probably a good time to get out of here. There’s a window on the wall above the crates. ‘Okay. I’ll just be leaving now.’ All the guns go off as Wade leaps onto one of the crates, swings up onto another, grabs onto the window sill and hoists himself outside. One of the bullets nicked his shoulder, but it’ll heal. Deadpool vanishes into the night, leaving only the occasional drop of urine behind.
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