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Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1

Heya everyone, Vaine here. I wasn't planning on posting in here ever, since the only genuine accident I've had with my bladder was in first grade and obviously I have no desire to write about that. However, I realized yesterday that I do have some genuine memories of me discovering my pissing fetish and moments where I really enjoyed urinating. I realized I could share those. These stories and retellings will be slightly embellished to make them more entertaining to read but make no mistake these actually happened to me lol. The only thing I won't use is my real name for obvious reasons. I've told no one else about these before so... you all are the first ones to know about these aside from myself. Enjoy. ~Much Love, Vaine Steele Experience #1: First Time I Pissed in the Shower June 2010. I would have been 21 years old at the time. How time flies hmm? Anyway it was a rather unique month in the summertime for me, my apartment was being heavily renovated and my landlord was nice enough/rich enough to put me up in a cabin by Lake Huron for that month. It was a really fun time to say the least. I mostly just stayed inside playing video games on my X-Box 360, but most days I'd go for a walk and some days I'd go to the beach. One day I invited some of my close friends over and they made the like two hour drive to come see me. They could have stayed over but they had their lives to live as well so whatever. Regardless, this was one day where we all just enjoyed a warm relaxing day on the beach. It was a long day of swimming and sunbathing and basically no bathroom breaks. My cottage was only a ten minute walk from the beach anyways so if anyone had to go they could use my washroom if they wanted to. There were also outhouses like 3 minutes away from the beach but I doubt any of us would want to use those gross things. I don't know why but I didn't piss for almost the entire day. By the time I got back to the cabin my pussy was screaming at me. There was just one problem. My friends and I were covered in sand. There was a single shower outside of the cottage in what I guess you could call a backyard, with just a barely there wooden door and basic walls that blocked the vision of would be peeping toms. Since we didn't want to walk back into the living room with dry dirt on ourselves we had to wash ourselves off first. I was one of the last to rinse myself off, after all my girlfriends had already dried off and gone inside to hang out. By this point it was ten or fifteen minutes later and I was in a lot of agonizing pain. I had enjoyed watching peeing videos on the internet from time to time but this was the first time I was experiencing actual desperation as an adult. I honestly didn't know what to think of it at the time. When I walked into the small cramped shower I was super embarrassed as I clutched my crotch hard through my bikini. I became very self conscious of the numerous small cracks and holes in the wooden stall around me. If some fucked up pervert wanted to watch me, it felt like he easily could. Three minutes... no two minutes of quickly washing myself off was all it would take to clean this sand off of my legs, butt, back and hair. Then I could go inside and urinate in the safety of my own bathroom. I let out an audible cry of pain as I felt my willpower start to slip away. 'Come on...' I tried to encourage myself. 'Let's just get this over with.' I turned the shower on and I was instantly blasted with cold water. My lower body shuddered uncontrollably from the shock and I let out a weak and tiny moan as I felt my pussy lips loosen up. Fuck! This is not happening today, I thought to myself. I reached down between my legs and grabbed hold of my bikini bottom. The fabric was already starting to loosen against my slit. I began to untie it without thinking as it fell onto the sanded wood below, leaving me bottomless out here, with only thin planks between my ass and nature. As soon as my fingers touched my aching vagina I felt something incredibly powerful happen deep inside of me. My mind went blank. All I knew was that my bladder was about to burst and my brain couldn't keep up with what my vagina wanted to do anymore. The pressure in my lower gut reached a boiling point and I felt the urine start to dribble out of my slit. With all my strength gone I just stood there, and my embarrassment quickly transformed into sweet relief. My heart raced. I looked down at my leaking pussy. My eyes widened when I realized how much my labia had opened up. Droplets of yellow fluid poured out of me and started running down my legs and onto the planked shower floor beneath me. Within seconds the stream intensified and it was now louder than the running water. I bit my lower lip as I tried not to moan too loudly. I could feel my anus clutching with pleasure as my privates were just thoroughly enjoying this new feeling. I couldn't believe what was going on right before my eyes. I felt like... this was heaven. I kept looking down at my wet pussy as I smiled, still leaking a torrent of urine. My face was flushed red with excitement. I felt a little horny but more than that I just felt like I was on cloud nine. This new feeling for me... made me appreciate my obscure pissing fetish even more in ways I didn't even think were possible before. I had always thought of myself as a pretty normal nerdy otaku girl, who enjoyed a good orgasm every now and then but nothing really special. Now here I am standing mostly naked in a shower, completely soaking wet with my legs spread wide open while I'm pissing on the hardwood beneath me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did this excite me so much? I must have been crazy to enjoy this. I wondered if other women and men were into this sort of thing as well. Did they ever stand in a shower and release themselves with such intensity? I didn't know. I guess I could assume so now, judging from some of the golden shower porn I've watched but damn. Who knows? My mind was racing as I continued to leak. I felt my vaginal muscles clench and contract again and again as the warm liquid flowed out of me. I was having trouble focusing on anything else besides my pissing pussy. My brain was spinning out of control and my clitoris was on fire. As my stream finally subsided I looked down and just saw the wet planks of wood beneath my feet. It was impossible to tell what was urine and what was water. The smell also went away very quickly once I finished peeing. I laughed lightly, I didn't expect to enjoy this so much. I cleaned the sand off of me and put my swimsuit back on before I turned off the shower and dried myself off. Afterwards I hung out with my friends until the sun went down, not mentioning my newest pleasure to a single soul. It was the beginning of a new sexual era of my life, although I didn't know it at the time. Every day since then, literally every time I've had a shower for the past thirteen years, I've peed in the shower. It's mostly casual these days but once in a blue moon it makes me horny enough to masturbate. Only sometimes though. If I ever had to share a shower with anyone... my secret would leak out, literally. -- Experience 2 and 3 should be up tonight, taking a break for a couple hours but I'll write em up afterwards. These are shorter than what I usually write but hey, nothing much else I can add to them really. I have 5 experiences I can post here, unless I remember more later on.

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Spent my new year playing video games with a few friends, and decided to try and hold for as long as i could. I made sure I had plenty of water (and a few beers) and see what I could endure. When we started i already had to go, and I'm not sure if it was due to the excitement but I could only last an hour until I could hold no longer. After I first released I just sat there drinking and peeing, drinking and peeing (occasionally pulling my cock out to see it erupt over my joggers), sitting in a pad soaked in my own piss, until we finished up for the day. When I got up I realised we finished just in time, the pad on my chair was saturated and the pad on floor was overflowing. 20230101_202656_1.mp4

Hi, it's me, Spectre! For the past few years now, I've been using Garry's Mod as an art tool to make some pretty cool stuff. Recently I've even started using it to make Omorashi art, and I figured it's time for me to share it. I'm still learning, so expect a little bit of jank in some of the stuff here. I'm not taking requests or anything of the sort at the moment. I'm sorta just doing my own thing. But here’s some things you can expect to see, or also stuff to keep in mind incase I do Requests or Comms in the future: I do mostly wetting, but occasionally I’ll make stuff that contains nudity. Either exposed genitals or breasts. Sometimes I’ll make male stuff, but only on Twinks, Femboys or general Pretty Boys. I can’t make messing I won’t make content on any furry or MLP characters. You’ll only see humans or humanoid aliens and fantasy creatures… and androids😉

Emptying myself after spending all afternoon holding and releasing in my pad. Time to refill. 😄 20230124_024701.mp4

I leaked a bit into my pull ups so I decided to wet them fully... of course doing that in the regular way was too easy so instead I took them off and pissed all over them. Had been holding for a while and though not fully desperate I needed to go quite badly. It felt great. 😂 20230122_020257.mp4

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Comment from the author: This story is inspired by a reddit thread in r/dirtywritingprompts, which was in it's turn inspired by the graphic novel The White Room. The story contains female and male nudity, and female and male desperation and wetting. I will post this story in a number of installments. EQUILIBRIUM When Patrick slowly awoke from his sleep, the very first thing that he noticed was that his bedsheets were missing. With his eyes still closed, he moved his hands all over the mattress, and it wasn’t until he couldn’t find what he was looking for, that he realised that something was off. He raised his head and examined his surroundings; a well artificially illuminated white ceiling above him, his alcove bed nested into a white wall, with a spotless white floor next to it - unfamiliar terrain, to say the least. In the middle of the room stood a translucent glass cabin which looked like a shower, and in the wall on his left there was a door as white as the wall, with only the steel door knob visible. Patrick swiftly got up from the bed, wondering how he got here, and he walked towards the only exit, hoping to find the answer to that question behind the door. It was locked, and the key wasn’t in the lock - in fact, there was no visible lock at all. Above the door, there was a message in red LED numbers; 5:00:00, but Patrick didn’t know what it meant. Patrick groaned as he turned around, and his jaw dropped to the floor. Nested in the wall opposite to his bunk, there was an identical sheet-less bed, and a beautiful woman was lying in it, naked as the day she was born. She seemed to be still asleep, facing the wall, and Patrick had a good view over her arched back and her bare buttocks. His morning wood stiffened a bit, and it wasn’t until now that he properly realised that he was in his birthday suit as well. The woman rolled over on the mattress, exposing her breasts to Patrick, and loudly yawned in the process of waking up. Patrick took a step towards her to introduce himself, but then quickly changed his mind. If he didn’t know how he ended up here, chances were that the unknown woman didn’t know either. He realised that it wouldn’t be a good look if he would come up to her with his cock swinging like he was some kind of pervert. Or, he figured, it could very well be that she was the pervert. Either way, Patrick walked back towards his own bed, and sat himself down with his back against the wall. The woman yawned again, slowly opened her eyes, gasped, and then screamed. She bolted upright, also pressed her back against the wall so that she was farthest away from Patrick as possible, and pulled her bent legs to her chest to cover herself. “Who the fuck are you? What did you do to me? Where are my fucking clothes?”, she squealed towards Patrick, who was happy that he had taken the reluctant approach. “I don’t know either, I swear!”, he replied as articulate as he could. “Liar! Get me out of here, you fucking pervert!”, she rebutted, and then went silent, breathing hard. Patrick moved himself a bit closer by sitting on the edge of his bed, and tried to reason with the woman, although he could understand her reaction. ‘Look, I just woke up as well. I don’t know how the hell I ended up here, and who is responsible for all this, but it sure isn’t me. You have to believe me...” The woman looked up, and also moved herself towards the edge of her bed, eying the door. She took a deep breath, and then dashed towards the exit, covering her breasts with one arm, while bashing on the door with her free hand. “Help me! Someone please help me! Help!”. The woman went on and on until her voice went shrill. She then collapsed on the floor, curled herself up, and started crying. Patrick got up and tried to approach her, but backpedaled again as the woman begged him to stay the fuck away from her. They both stayed silently in position for a few hours, until Patrick got up from his bed, fueled by a nagging full bladder. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I really have to go - and it doesn’t seem like we will be out here soon.” He cupped his hand around his junk, and then awkwardly walked over to the shower cabin in the middle of the room. At knee height, there was a white porcelain object that looked like a toilet, but when Patrick tried to open the hinged lid, it didn’t budge. He tried it with the other hand, no such luck either. He sighed and looked at the shower drain, and his full bladder spasmed. He doubted for a few seconds, but then aimed his cock towards the drain and relieved himself - very slowly, in order to make as little as sound as possible. As the last drops landed on the floor, he sighed, and suddenly, the shower turned itself on. “What the hell?” Patrick said, and the water flow stopped again as quickly as it had started. A vortex coming from the tiny holes in the ceiling swiftly dried Patrick’s body, and he stepped out of the shower, puzzled but relieved. He noticed that the woman had returned to her own bed, so he did the same. Another two hours later, the woman walked towards the shower cabin herself, and fruitlessly tried to open the toilet lit. While swearing inside, she walked towards the exit door, and started bashing it again. “Hello, is anyone there? I have to use the bathroom! Please, anyone?” “I don’t think anyone can hear us”, Patrick tried to make contact with the woman again, but she lashed out again. “I don’t wanna hear it - pervert. Hello? I have to pee! I just wanna use the bathroom, no tricks - I swear!” “I really don’t think anyone is there”, Patrick slowly said again, and pointed at the shower, but the woman looked at him like he was some kind of caveman. “I’m not using that,” she said, “I’ll just hold it until anyone arrives”, and then she went back to her bed. Patrick simply shrugged, and laid himself down on the mattress again. “Yeah, let’s hope someone arrives soon, so we can get the hell out of this weird place”, he repeated, and closed his eyes. Another two hours later, he heard the sound of the woman getting up again. Patrick turned his head, and noticed that she was holding herself down there with one hand, tapping her foot on the floor. After he had heard her restlessly shifting around in her bed for the last hour, it was obvious to him that she was desperately in need of a bathroom. “Fine,” she said, “it seems like I have no other choice. Don’t look, alright. Turn your head towards the wall.” Patrick obeyed and she tiptoed towards the shower, then danced above the drain for a minute or three, moaning. “Hey what's-your-name, how many fingers am I holding up?” she finally proclaimed. “I don’t know,” Patrick replied, “I’m not watching - five?” “Ok,” the woman said, “but just to make sure, put the palms of your hands above your eyes - no, ah - better, put them on your ears. And don’t peek! I don’t want you to hear, or see anything!” Patrick sighed, finding that the woman acted a little childish, so he nonchalantly held his hands over his ears like a petulant child would do, spacing his fingers apart. “Hey, can you still hear me?”, the woman asked, and after a few seconds of silence, Patrick heard a loud moan, followed by the pattering sound of thousands of drops falling to the floor. Just like Patrick, the woman tried to slowly relieve herself in order to be as silent as possible, but she had held it all back for so long, and she was unable to control the flow - with violent bursts, the woman emptied her bladder. Only after fifty-three seconds, Patrick had counted mississippily, the stream died and the shower turned itself on. Patrick didn’t hear from her again until the lights in the room went dim to indicate that the night had started; when she thought he had fallen asleep, she ran towards the shower to relieve herself again. It was ‘only’ thirty-one seconds, but it was a steady stream, clearly not holding herself back this time. - - - The lights were back on, when Patrick woke up the next morning. He laid still for a few minutes before leaving his bed, fueled by two urges; his throat was dry, and he needed to relieve himself from his morning piss. Covering his genitals with both hands, he strolled over towards the shower to take care of the latter. Through the transparent glass, he noticed that the woman was already awake as well, lying on her bed and facing the ceiling. She had her chest covered with crouched arms, obviously aware of Patrick’s presence in the room. Patrick tried to open the hinged lid of the toilet-resembling porcelain object, but failed to do so as had been the case yesterday. He sighed, turned around so that his back was turned towards the woman, and took a leak. After he finished, the shower turned itself on, and a vortex dried his body afterwards. Upon leaving, he again tried to open the lid on the porcelain object, but no such luck. “It only unlocks when you have to go number two”, Patrick heard the woman speak, and his heart jumped a beat. She had approached the shower in silence, and was standing an arms length away from Patrick. One hand covered her genitals while she folded her other arm over her bare breasts, but Patrick still had a good view over her body. He felt his cock stiffening, and pushed it down while hiding his privates with his hand. “Good to know…” he replied, a little startled. It was good to know; he had already feared yesterday that he would have to take a dump in the cubicle and hope it would flush down the drain. He had already gotten used to peeing in the shower, but poo was definitely another thing. “Well uh… How do you know?” Patrick broke the silence with a silly question, and the woman’s face turned beet red. Patrick kicked himself mentally; there was off course only one way that the woman could have found out. She had waited until the middle of the night, until Patrick had properly fallen asleep. “I’m Patrick, by the way”, he quickly tried to change the subject. He extended his free hand, but immediately retracted it once he realised that the woman needed both arms to cover herself. The woman raised her eyebrow at first and then bursted out giggling. “I’m Jane”, she smiled, simply nodding, “I’m sorry for laughing out loud, but can I say that you are acting weird?” “This is weird!” Patrick blurted out, and raised the corner of his mouth as well; he felt a little more relaxed now that the woman wasn’t yelling at him like yesterday. “Yeah, I guess so, but still... Any idea how we ended up here?” Jane asked, her eyes scanning the room. “No clue,” Patrick replied, “the last thing I remember is that I was walking into the steam room in the com…” “... communal pool in Greenville?” Jane interrupted Patrick, gasping. “That’s so weird, that’s the last thing I remember as well, and the next thing that I know is that I woke up here.” Patrick examined the woman from head to toe, and then it occurred to him that she looked somewhat familiar. “The pool…” he said, “you’re that woman in the green bikini…” With the skimpy fabric on top, his mind continued, but he didn’t say that part out loud, not wanting to reveal that he had been staring at her knockout bosom. “Um - yeah,” the woman nodded, “and you are… I’m sorry, I don’t really know who you are…” Patrick once again regretted his straightforwardness, but Jane didn’t seem to mind. “... red speedo?” she continued. “A blue speedo,” Patrick corrected her, “but good guess. I wonder where it is now, but on the other hand, maybe we have more important things to worry about. Like, how are we going to survive without food?” “Wait, you don’t have food?” Jane asked, and as she noticed that Patrick threw her a puzzled look, she turned around and invited him towards her bed with a gentle hand wave. “I have a fridge full of it”, she pointed her chin at the foot end of her bed, still carefully covering her private parts with her arms. Patrick slowly stepped forward, opened the cabinet, and his stomach rumbled as he laid eyes on a myriad of sandwiches, salads, tropical fruits, and so on. “I haven’t eaten anything yet,” Jane explained, “because who knows what it is in that food, but… if you want some, be my guest. On the other end of my bed there’s a water cooler with two cups, if you want to drink something other than shower water.” Patrick hesitated for a few seconds, but then decided to grab a sandwich. One of them had to try them out, he figured, and eating food from an unknown source was better than starving - presumably anyway. He also filled a cup with water from the cooler, and then looked at Jane, who was shielding her naked body as much as she could. Although she wasn’t yelling anymore like yesterday, there still was an understandable awkward tension between them. Patrick nodded, and then walked over towards his bed, where he promptly feasted upon the fresh food. - - - The next days continued in similar fashion; Patrick and Jane stayed in their respective beds, only leaving them to grab food or to relieve themselves. On the sixth day, Patrick suddenly noticed that Jane was standing next to his bed, covering her breasts and privates in usual fashion. He quickly cupped his balls as well, and sat straight up. “I’m bored”, Jane simply announced, sighing. Patrick stared at the naked woman before him, and tried to come up with an activity to do. He felt his stiffening member pressing against his hand, asking for his attention. Well hello there, I have a small suggestion for what we could do, Patrick’s penis told his brain, and Patrick had trouble pushing the thought back. Obviously, that was not what Jane meant. “I, uh…” Patrick spoke to clear the uncomfortable silence, “yeah, I’m pretty bored as well. I’ve been trying to figure out in my head how we can leave this place, but I haven’t thought of anything yet. Not a single clue…” “Yeah,” Jane deeply sighed, “this place is spotless…” “Well, apart from the red numbers above the door - 5:00:00 - do you think it means something? It is so out of place in this white room that it feels like a clue, a riddle that we have to solve. I don’t know. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around it, but I have no idea what it means.” “Wait, so you think we're in some kind of game show like… Big Brother?” Jane asked while she stared at the LED message. “I don’t know, I don’t know…” Patrick mumbled. “All I know is that this is not the way that I would like to spend my hard-earned twee week vacation. My colleagues at the chemical plant won’t even notice that I’m gone. Do you think anyone has reported you missing by now?” “I’m not sure,” Jane sighed again, “I was also between two jobs, and my parents are on a cruise ship right now. So probably not.” “Your boyfriend, a sister or brother maybe?” Patrick enquired further. “Only child and no boyfriend, sorry”, Jane smiled. Patrick wondered why a knockout woman like Jane did not have a boyfriend, but decided not to ask her that out loud; this was nor the place or time to make semi-flirtatious comments. Or maybe she was a lesbian, he wondered. Yeah, he sure wasn’t going to ask that. “So, two weeks before you are reported missing”, Jane continued. “What do we do in the meantime?” “Two weeks minimum”, Patrick stressed, “and even then; how are they going to find us? I think our best option is to try to solve the riddle.” They both fruitlessly stared at the LED message for a while, until Patrick broke the silence. “Elephant,” he simply said. “Elephant?” “Yeah, now it’s your turn to find an animal name that starts with the letter T” “First letter, last letter? Really?”, Jane playfully laughed at Patrick’s suggestion. “Are you afraid I’ll beat you? Because I will”, Patrick taunted Jane, smiling. “Oh - we’re on”, Jane smirked, “... tiger.” “Raptor.” - - - After five more days, Patrick and Jane were still oblivious about what the red numbers above the door meant, but they had slowly gotten accustomed to each other's presence. During the day - when the lights were on - Patrick frequently sat beside Jane on the edge of her bed to eat, drink, talk and play light hearted word games. Patrick and Jane had mutually decided that covering their genitals with their arms and hands one hundred percent of the time got somewhat tiring, and they had found their own way to be around each other, while being naked. Patrick had learned how to fold one leg over another so that his junk was somewhat covered, as long as he sat sideways to Jane. She, on the other end, had decided that her breasts were no longer taboo, as long as she didn’t catch Patrick glaring at them. He made sure not to stare out of respect, and also because doing so would immediately provoke a sudden hard-on, a phenomenon which he tried to prevent. After all, he was still very aroused by the magnificent body of Jane, and keeping his cock flaccid was no simple task. He wasn’t sure whether Jane noticed the random boners from time to time, but she hadn’t discussed the matter yet, and he figured that Jane was not too disturbed by them. Patrick emptied his drinking cup, and while he filled it up again, he thought of another game. He grabbed the second cup, filled it and handed it over to Jane. “Never have I ever... been locked inside a room for days”, he said, and emptied his cup entirely. “You know the rules of this game, right?” he asked, while staring at Jane’s cup. “Of course”, Jane winked, and emptied her own cup as well. Patrick filled both cups again. “Never have I ever skipped a school day”, she continued, and Patrick downed his drink, while Jane held her own drink perfectly still. “Really, never?” Patrick asked, and Jane sported a good-girl-next-door smile. “Never have I ever been late for school”, Patrick fired the next question, to which they both drank. “Hey, I’m a good girl, not a saint”, Jane laughed. “Never have I ever worn a skirt to school”, she emptied her cup, and to her surprise, Patrick did as well. “A kilt counts as a skirt, right?” Patrick asked. Jane smiled and nodded. “A Scottish kilt? Did you go commando like it’s tradition over there?” “Let’s find out,” Patrick winked, “never have I ever worn a skirt to school, while wearing nothing underneath it.” He held his drink steady in his hand, but saw Jane hesitantly bringing her cup towards her lips. “Not such a good girl after all”, Patrick taunted, while Jane downed her drink, her face reddening. They went on for some time, playfully firing questions at each other, until the water cooler tap gurgled after Patrick wanted to fill their empty cups for the umpteenth time. “We’re out of water,” he communicated, “I guess the game is over for now.” Patrick turned around, only to see Jane with a shocked expression on her face, her trembling finger pointing at the door. “The red numbers… they’re changing!” TO BE CONTINUED

I have seen several people asking for an artist in this forum, so I thought I'd make my own post rather than replying to older ones (I don't know who found an artist already.) If you want to discuss a project with me hit me up through private messages, reply to my post, or reach out with a different preferred contact method! I drew some quick diaper pictures to demonstrate my ability and I also put some other art. Let me know if you have any questions!