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  1. Duarg

    Yellow Snow

    CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL It was a particularly cold day that day in Windhelm. A perfect day for hot drink and warm bed, and warmer company in those beds. Nords in the Candlehearth are Hall enjoying this, while the Dark Elves and other 'undesirables' cozied up in the barely sustainable Grey Quarter, and the ever fashionable New Gnisis Corner Club. Late at night this day was, 3 hours to sunrise, on the 12th day of Frostfall, Sundas. While most Argonians in Windhelm are just making peanuts working the docks, one Argonian happened to be on the approach to Windhelm, nearing the gates in a merchant's caravan. His name was Deed-Chath. A young Argonian male in his prime, snow was falling between the unarmoured green-grey scales on his neck, causing him to shake and clear che cold flakes from his scales. Deed squinted through the snow, so thick it was practically a mist coating the road ahead his snout poking out between his relatively protective helmet's plates "Are you sure there's a city here, Adalad?" The young Argonian spoke to his Breton companion, sat atop the carriage and carefully guiding the horses through the thick, mist-like snow. "Yes, yes, dear boy! How many times must I tell you, Windhold...er...Winterhelm? The city is right there! Look, you can practically see the walls now." Adalad pointed towards a vague figure in the fog and Deed squinted harder, scrunching up his face in concentration before giving a sigh. "Fine, I'll take your word for it." he leaned back in his seat and took a swig of some cheap ale, hoping to warm hinself up. "This better be one hell of a city if I'm freezing my tail off in this stupid carriage..." he looked back to Adalad, who he would hopefully never have to see again. Deed took another sip of Ale and began digging through his satchel, continuing to absent-mindedly sip at his ale while removing a folded and now horribly wrinkled and stained piece of paper, re-reading the faint ink words to make sure he wasn't getting scammed out of his pay. "You, Freelancer do declare blahblahblah protect the carriage blahblahblah will recieve advance payment of 500 septims, then 500 more after journey is complete..." Deed read to himself. He folded the paper back over and stuffed it back into his satchel, heaving a sigh of boredom as he began to finish off the last quarter of his ale... The Carriage suddenly came to a halt, with a loud snort and a cry of 'woah' from Adalad. Deed is tossed forwards and his ale is sent flying out the back of the cart and somewhere in the deep snow. Deed groans and turns angrily around to yell some form of obscenity at Adalad. "Hey! You-" Deed is cut short as he notices the large, towering walls of Windhelm, and the sturdy iron gates shielding the inside of the town from their meagre carriage. Deed blinks several times before looking towards Adalad, who was talking in hushed tones to a burley looking guard in a face-concealing mask, another guard stood near the horse, seemingly inspecting it for illegal items strapped on or in the horses, while a third guard came around the rear of the carriage to inspect it's contents. The guard clambered into the carriage with some grunts of effort, ignoring Deed, who began to stand up. The guard began poking through chests and baskets, turning kettles over, and inspecting corners like they were hiding the secret to divinity. Finally the guard looks at Deed, while another guard climbs into the carriage as well, he looks him up and down then scoffs. "Here to work the docks, lizard?" he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg pardon?" Deed replied, surprised the guards would be so rude. The second guard nudged the first and pointed at Deed's chest. "No dock scum I know wears steel plate, he must be a caravan guard let him be." the second guard turned to leave and the 1st guard followed. Deed took turned back to look at Adalad, who was seemingly finished talking to the gate-keeping guard, as the guard yelled an incoherent word up towards the top of the walls, and the doors began to open. As the doors creaked and groaned, they began to reveal the city itself. Deed leaned forward, bracing himself on the rear of the driver's seat as they began moving forwards. Inside the town was several staircases, decorated with faded stone carvings of some sort of mythical beasts, beyond that was what looked like a lodge, or an inn of sorts. Deed grunted as he was shifted to the right, the caravan turned left to head up a thin ramp towards another block of the large city. Guided by guards, the carriage made its way into a large marketplace filled with empty stalls. As the carriage rattled onward, Deed noticed the peculiar glances the guards were giving the duo. Some even appeared to be muttering under their breathe as the carriage passed. "Perhaps...they do not get many caravans here? But it is such a large city..." Deed spoke, mostly to himself, however Adalad answered. "Ahh, yes. You're new to Skyrim, right? Well this is Winderholdem, home of Cloaked Storms...something like that...they don't like non-Nords because they want Skyrim tax free or something, I try to stay out of politics..." Deed grunted in acknowledgement, and the carriage came to a slow halt. "Right, Deed, we have 3 hours to sunrise, get us unpacked, and get ready to guard!" Adalad cheerfully cried, hopping down from the driver's seat and merrily marching towards the rear of the carriage. Deed scowled, watching the arrogant Breton strut by. "Hey! That is not in the contract! You want me to unload, that's EXTRA!" Deed shouted. Adalad sighed annoyedly. "Fiiine..." he sighed. "Just...there's another 100 septims for you in it, and uh...I guess that whole bottle of Dunmer Ale, Nords hate it anyway..." Deed scoffed, but begrudgingly got to work. Fastening the bottle of ale into his satchel and sipping from it on occasion, he unloaded the carriage and set up a small perimeter for the stall-keepers to come get their goods. A small portable table here, a stool there, and chests surrounded by wooden walls, it looked similar to a stall on its own, but with the addition of a strange symbol painted crudely on the front of the portable desk, stall-owners and shopkeepers would know what they were there for. Deed finished off the Dunmer Ale, giving a short belch and tossing the empty container into the deep snow, patting his stomach and seating himself on the rear of the carriage, he looked around for Adalad, so he could collect his final pay and maybe purchase a room and a meal at wherever the inn was. Adalad however was nowhere to be found. Deed sighed, not wanting to leave the valuable merchant's stock unguarded, he would position himself comfortable on the carriage and waits for Adalad to return. Deed rested his chin on his gloved hand and sighed, letting his mind wander. He realized that during the whole trip, he'd only taken a leak once on the journey! He let this roll over in his mind. As a waterborn creature by nature, he had a large bladder, and as a creature also naturally larger than most species, it was still a smidge larger, allowing himself plenty of breathing room for that. He discarded the thought and once again began to think. "Perhaps there will be some fair Argonian maidens in need of a virile and intelligant male such as myself..." he smiled at this thought, and took a short look around as if they might just magically appear because Akatosh felt kind that night... Disappointed at the only women around being snow-women, Deed returned to boredom. The sun began to rise and Deed groaned loudly, he'd been stuck freezing his tail off all night, while Adalad probably slept in a warm bed, laughing to himself that he got the guard to unload AND watch the cargo all night. "I'll have a talk with that Breton bastard later..." Deed spoke aloud. Deed layed back in the carriage and began to stare up into the sky, realizing that he'd been sitting there at least two and a half hours...he suddenly felt a small urge in his abdomen, somewhat hard to feel under his layers of armor, but a feeling everyone knows. Deed might need to pee. Deed sat up again, treating the situation as a small annoyance, that he would properly deal with at an inn after Adalad returned. Deed curled in on himself somewhat and shivered, the cold probably made him realize his need to pee. The sun had finally risen from its slumber, some warmth returning to the cold hold of Eastmarch, and the colder than ice tundras of Skyrim. As the crimson morning rays of sunlight pierced the veil of fog and illuminated the walls around him, Deed saw the Breton returning to the caravan, his clothes untidy and his hat sideways, as well as his amulet of Mara gone. He was rubbing his forehead and slowly trundling over to the carriage, he stopped several feet in front of Deed, then scooped up a handful of snow and placed it against his head. For several seconds nothing but the howling wind could be heard before Deed broke the silence. "Adalad! You fool! We had 3 hours 'til sunrise and you managed to get robbed and beat up?!" Deed yelled with a tinge of panic in his voice, now how was he going to get payed? The Breton groaned and pushed the snow against his forehead a little harder, giving a short sigh and looking up at Deed. "Keep your voice dow-aagh, please...I didn't get robbed, Nord women are just really rough..." Deed glared at the man for about a minute, hopping off the carriage and pointing an accusatory finger at the hungover Breton. "You got drunk and banged Nord hookers in just 3 hours?!" Deed hissed "There wasn't even enough time for that! HOW did you even wake up in time to get out here?! You better be paying me an extra 200 spetims for my time!" Adalad groaned in pain as the Argonian spoke, only paying half attention. "If you must know, it's an old Breton secret...now just...ugh...lemme just...yeah you'll get extra pay...now just...wait here with me until the shopkeepers come buy their stock.." Adalad stumbled over to the stool in the make-shift stall and sat down with a groan, scooping a second handful of snow up off the ground and beginning to eat it. "G'nn h'rse goah th' h'rses.." Deed sighed in annoyance, and spat his words at the Breton as if they were arrows dipped in frostbite venom. "Speak when your mouth is not full of snow, Adalad..." Adalad raised one finger up at Deed, gesturing for him to wait as he swallowed the snow. Deed waited inpatiently, folding his arms across his chest. "Adala-" Deed began to spoke, but was interrupted as the Breton spat his snow out and spoke quickly. "GoputthehorsesonthethingwhereyouputthehorsespleaseDeedyou'regivingmeaheadache!" Deed gave Adalad and unamused look and untied the horse from the carriage, bringing him several feet from the carriage when he realized the stables were OUTSIDE the city gates. Deed huffed, simply returning the horse to the carriage. Adalad seemed to pay no attention to this, instead simply nursing his quite obviously painful hangover. As Deed watched, amused at Adalad's pain, he thought for a moment. "I should book a room for later tonight at the inn so that I can just sleep whem I get the chance. Perhaps Adalad will let me go do that and I can use a chamber pot." Deed opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a guard, who hailed the duo. "Lizard, Breton, you need a permit to set up a stall in town, you can't just-" As the guard spoke, Adalad sat up and then groaned loudly to interrupt him, digging into his satchel while the guard then began to make a snide remark about lollygagging. Adalad slammed a piece of parchment on the stall counter and the guard huffed, dissatisfied he could harass them no longer. Deed realized he didn't know they needed a permit, or whether or not he would be needed to guard the stall all day...he dreaded the thought, and turned to Adalad. "Adalad." Deed said. "Whaaaaaaaaaat?" Adalad whined. "Where is the inn, I will book myself a room for tonight, and will you need me to stand guard all day? That costs extra." Deed placed his hands on his hips for emphasis. Adalad shot up in his stool, a smile spreading across his face that likely meant no good was to come of the next statement. "An excellent idea, Deed! Stand guard here all day if you'd please, and if you can get to the Candlehearth befor-" Adalad was interrupted. "Candlehearth?" Deed inquired. "Is that the name of the inn? Where is it?" Adalad frowned. "I was going to tell you if you LET ME FINISH, impatient boy...it's in the middle of the square, and yes, it is the inn...they have drink and rooms, but eh...probably not for you. Aheh." Deed cocked his head to the side, and gave the Breton a curious look. "Not for me? Why so? You better not be making up things so that you don't have to-" now Deed is interrupted by Adalad, who seems to have a tinge of 'backpedaling fear' in his voice. "Well I mean err...well it's just the Nords here and the Cloaked Stormers just don't like us...non-Nord folk...especially the ones that don't look like them. They tolerate a Breton, but an Argonian?" Adalad scoffs, then chuckles and gives a rude snort. "Fat chance." Deed glares at Adalad, not unused to the rude Breton's mannerisms, he simply begins to walk in the direction of the inn. "I doubt you, I will check myself..." Deed calls over his shoulder. Adalad says something in response, it sounds somewhat frantic but Deed chooses to ignore it, his bladder has only gotten more demanding since the sun has risen, and his crotch is beginning to feel...unconfortable...however as a dignified man he will hold it, and use a chamber pot at the inn. Deed opens the surprisingly heavy door and finds...less people than he thought there would be. A drunk nord sits at the bar counter, mumbling into his tankard, a tired bard strums lazily at her lute, and a comely nord woman is absent-mindedly looking at wine and mead bottles for imperfections. Deed approaches the bar, seating himself next to the drunken Nord and clearing his throat to get the barmaiden's attention. She begins to speak without looking at Deed, she seems to almost be reading from a script with how practiced her greeting is; "This here's Candlehearth Hall. Great room's upstairs, an' there's a bed for rent on the ground floor, food for the hungry, drink for the thirsty. My name is Elda what can I get y-" She seems to stop speaking as she turns to look at Deed, then blinks several times. "Ah...you must be new here..." she adopts a flat tone, it barely covers the contempt in her voice. "Is there something you need?" she raises an eyebrow at Deed. "Yes ma'am, I just came into town and I would like to reserve a room for the day, and...eh...a little mead never hurt." Deed gave a polite smile, which Elda did not return. Without speaking she reached under the table and placed a tankard on the counter, then poured an already open bottle of mead into the tankard until it foamed to the brim. The amber liquid seemingly reminded Deed of his need to urinate, and he clenched his jaw lightly, but his thirst outweighed his other needs for now. Elda looked Deed up and down. "Dock workers usually talk to Shatter-Shield, he runs the-" Deed cut her off "I am not here to work the docks...thank you...now about that room?" he leaned forward slightly, expecting her to give a price for it, but instead she shook her head. "Sorry lizard but we're packed right to the brim, we sold the last room about ten minutes ago. And that drink is 3 septims." the bartender went back to examining bottles. Deed, sensing the agression towards himself gave a short grunt and placed 3 septims on the table before quickly downing his drink. Setting the tankard aside and scooting his stool backwards, he turned to his left and began to stand up, however as he stood, the scabbard of his sword struck the drunk Nord on the rear. Causing him to wake up, drunk and angry. He shot out of his stool and it clattered to ground, he looked to his right, then left, eyeing Deed's back as he began to exit the inn. "'Ey! Shtupid Lizard! What've ya tah say fer y'self?!" the Nord approached Deed, who turned to face the man, confused. "Beg pardon, is something the matter, warm-blood?" the Nord eyed Deed up and down, crossing his arms defiantly. "Aye there'sh shomething wrong cold-blood, your shcabb'rd hit me! I'd been shleepin'!" Deed cocked his head to the side, confused at the Nord's anger. "So?" The Nord began to turn red in anger, like a drunken tomato. "Sho?! Sho?! Sho?! That'ere my favourite shleep! You gotta pay fer't!" Deed scoffed. "How am I going to pay for you-" Deed was cut short by the stabbing pain in his jaw, as he was thrown back in surprise, stumbling into the wall and rubbing his jaw with a yell of pain, and his bladder reminded him that it was getting full. "THAT'SH how y' can pay fer me sleep!" the Nord laughed, placing his hands on his hips in a triumphant . Deed hissed at the man and threw himself at him in rage, sending a punch for the drunken Nord's beer belly. The Nord gasped, the air being pulled from his lungs as he was struck off guard, in his surprise and drunkeness, he would stumble back and trip over his own fallen barstool, tumbling to the ground, a loud yell and a clatter of wood and metal landing in a crumpled heap of pain, with a loud THUMP, sucking air in winded gasps. Deed blinked twice, not expecting his punch to be half as effective, he would quickly exit the inn, to avoid further confrontation, and the inevitable arrival of the guards. Deed hurried his way back to the carriage and the makeshift stall, approaching the counter and looking at Adalad, who had seemingly managed to shrug off his hangover. He looked up at Deed and questioned him. "Any luck?" he grinned, already knowing the answer. Deed grunted "Conflict of interests..." he sighed once more and leaned against the side of the makeshift stall, which would be his new post. Deed was not satisfied with today's events so far; he stayed out all night guarding supplies while Adalad got drunk, so he's tired, he didn't get a room at the inn, and he got into a fight which might get him jail time, and worst of all he 'still' had to pee. Deed scoffed in disdain for the city he had only just arrived at. "This place sucks..." he spoke aloud. "Whatever, you're just jealous, scales..." Adalad chuckled. Deed growled "Shut up, Adalad or I'm raising my fee." "...whatever Deed..."
  2. Completely unplanned, but ended up chatting on the live omo feed and that was that. Nearly wet myself before I even got the camera on )) and started leaking as I was running up the stairs, but got it 😉 39E341AC-D8A9-40DC-819C-C880DA79683E.mov
  3. Transformation

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  21. Has anyone come across any Overwatch wetting in any art or comics yet. Huge props to anyone that knows about some, I would love to see it. I think I posted this in the right place and I had a search before I posted this and didn't find anything.
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  23. Hey folk. Now I spotted this the other day: http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=140595 Now what with it being Sunday night I thought I would challenge myself to do this dare for the next week... Does anyone else fancy doing it with me? I have made this topic for myself and any other challenges to post how they got on: https://omorashi.org/topic/26170-full-time-omorashi-diary/ So who's in? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I will be taking part in this but with one small change. As I am doing this in college this week and have no wish to commit social suicide... I will be wearing adult pull ups for the duration, the have a tendency to leak so wet pants are still likely but ya know damage control. ;) Can someone add a fitting punishment or forfeit for me to add to balance this out? ta.
  24. Chapter 1 Mrs. Clemens ran into the school at the start of the day. She tossed her empty coffee into the garbage can. Having forgotten to use the bathroom before leaving home, and then guzzling down her coffee only worsened things. Her bladder felt hard and heavy, aching so bad she almost just wanted to pee her pants right there. She ran up to the bathroom, a one person’s room, there was one for ladies and one for men, and she shoved her key in and tried to turn, but no good. Sweating, shaking, she knocked on the door fast and with force. “Um, um, are you almost done in there?” asked the desperate thirty-year-old. “In a minute.” With her bag hanging over her arm, Mrs. Clemens kept her legs tight together as her feet paced back and forth. She saw a couple student walked by and giggled. Embarrassing. She pushed her hands up against her crotch and crossed her legs. She felt herself losing control, her eye widening, the pain so bad. The pee inside slowly moving through her crotch, trying to push the cracks of her crotch opened and flood her underwear and pants. “No, no, no, no!” she freaked out. She was about to knock again when the door opened, and Mrs. Clemens ran in, unbuttoning her pants, pulling them and her white panties down, and spreading her legs as she sat on that toilet. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” she said peacefully as her bladder deflated. A loud stream shot out of her, splashing the toilet water sending drops at her ass that were cold. The sweet relief as she sat down letting it all out, avoding a major accident. After a minute, she flushed, got her pants back up, washed her hands and went to her class to start the day. Mrs. Michaud was a tall woman. Amazon lady-like tall. Her long, muscular legs made her 40-year-old body still seem like early thirties, late twenties and a ten on the hottie scale. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a long ponytail, and she wore black nylons over her tall legs, with a dark red short skirt over it. Her torso was covered by a tight black sweater. It was only the beginning of May, and a good two months of school left. The sun blazed onto the high school making teachers and students like Michaud sweat. “Jesus,” she said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She guzzled a large portion of her big water bottle and her throat expanded and gulped as it all went into her body. Across the hall Ms. Lee, who was getting married at the end of the school year. She was a thin, hot blonde in her mid-twenties. Her blonde hair lased over her shoulders as a tight gray top stretched over her boobs. Her black jacket was more for show than need, since it was so hot, she wish she had not worn it. Her tight black jeans showed off her sexy crotch and ass and cut off at the ankles where she wore brown heels. Her XL Ice Coffee from the donut shop this morning both perked her up and cooled her off. Mrs. Clemens, although her marriage seemed on the rocks lately, she remained optimistic. After all despite a tiny bit of chubby around the hips and legs, those tight blue jeans, white t-shirt with a black sweater tight over it showed off her classy, figure. Her short brown hair hung over her ears, and she wore brown shoes that had the back cut off which allowed people to see her white socks. She sat with her feet up on her desk, ankles crossed, and read aloud to her students from the poem they were reviewing. “And to the wind, comes the night, let the rivers flow and-,” just then, Mrs. Clemens was cut off by a slight tingling in her lower body. A familiar pressure. Not even close to bad. But a slight annoyance as she felt it push up again here and there. Perhaps she should not have had her morning coffee so fast and guzzled down that can of cola from the teacher’s break room vending machine. She whistled quietly to herself as a student read on. The first bell of the day rang, and classes ended. Everyone headed out. Mrs. Tuley, a physics teacher, had her class on the other side of the school today as most of the rooms on the other side of the school was being renovated. Construction left holes in the walls, power lines turned off, and the plumbing exposed. Some classrooms were still opened, but it was still a hassle for some. Mrs. Tuley dismissed her class, and thank the heavens the teacher’s lavatory was right next to the computer lab. She unlocked it with her designated key, and went in to do her business. Down the hall came Mrs. Clemens, her nice ass shaking back and forth. For thirty-years-old, she still looked pretty good. She stuck her key in the teacher’s lavatory door, tried to turn it, but it felt like it did not move. She grabbed the handle and tried turning it, but no good. She tried harder turning the key, but nothing. She knocked, and heard from the inside, “Occupied.” Mrs. Clemens sighed as she stood against the wall across from the bathroom. Her hands in her pockets, whistling quietly. The remaining of her morning coffee that had not made it out this morning since it had not reached her bladder yet, mixed with the digested cola. Such a hot day. She walked over to the drinking fountain and took a long sip. She saw Mrs. Michaud and Ms. Lee walking towards the bathroom so she hurried back so she could remain in front. Michaud was right behind her, Lee at the end, and each motioned their hips back and forth as they waited for the toilet…. To be continued…
  25. View File Diaper and Wetting Grab Bag! Another collection of random videos I've stumbled across on Twitter and Tumblr recently, hope you enjoy them! Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 07/15/2018 Category Diapers and ageplay