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  1. **Hey guys! So I found out most of us like the line scenario the best. I’ve done one at a party, done one at a wedding, and did one in the college dorms bathrooms with girls waking up with full bladders recently. This one is from the private school I went to. Now this didn’t happen, it is fiction, but we had limited bathrooms in this place. For teachers it was worse. They HAD to use the single teacher’s room. Using student bathrooms was forbidden. And I had some VERY attractive teachers lol**** Ms. Channy was a pretty woman in her late-thirties. She had short brown hair which was very dark, and her legs and hips had some weight on them, but she had nice boobs as well. Tight pants looked amazing on her as she taught history to her students. That day she had tight white pants and a tight white t-shirt. On her feet she had open-toe shoes. Her class was right across the hall from Ms. Leathan. A hot, skinny blonde whose hair waved down past her shoulders and wore a tight gray skirt and high heels. Down the hall was Ms. Maclen. A mathematics teacher. Tall, and blonde hair tied in a pony tail which looked sexy with her white skin that had a slight tan that day. She wore a purple top and her long legs were covered with black nylons as she was in her skirt. Although a tall woman, she did not have the toughest bladder. She had waited so long some days since being hired at this school that she ALMOST wet herself. The same could be said for Channy and Leathan as well. As the bell approached, each teacher stared at the clock. They were not dying (yet) but after two classes, a few morning coffees going through them, knowing they could be at a bathroom soon made them a little more desperate. When the bell rang, each teacher held their doors opened. Teachers could not leave their doors until every kid had left. Maclen pressed her arms on her tummy as she tapped her foot while kids strolled out. Leathan maintained an appropriate composure. Channy got rid of her kids and headed out. There were two women teacher lavatories’ in the school. One was out of order on their end of the school due to plumbing problems. Channy speed-walked to the other end. Each step adding more pressure to her bladder. She breathed heavy as she got to the bathroom door, turned her faculty key, and unlocked it. The beautiful toilet gave her joy. “Um…excuse me?” said a voice from behind. It was one of the new teachers, Ms. Bagels. She learned uncomfortable and was hopping place. “I’m so sorry but I did not get to go before I left home this morning. Can I please go first?” Ms. Channy turned to face the toilet and frowned. She gulped. Squeezed her cheeks and legs in those tight white pants. “Sure, go ahead.” Bagels ran in. Not long after, Leathan and Maclen got to the bathroom. As they saw Ms. Channy obviously uncomfortable, with her legs crossed as she had her hands in her pockets and leaned against the wall, they got behind her. Channy, Leathan, Maclen. Giving a squirm here and there as they waited in line. Five minute went by. Ms. Maclen and Leathan were hopping a little to deal with their growing discomfort from their full bladders, but Ms. Channy knocked on the door. “Um, excuse me!” she said. She was grumpy at this point feeling a hot, bulging pressure push on her lower belly. “Are you almost done? There’s a line out there and the bell is gonna-.” DING DING DING! The bell signaled the break between classes over and the teachers had to go back. They looked at each other, knowing they would be very desperate by the time next class ended. But there was no choice they headed back. In their class, Maclen opened her math book and froze at the sight of the story used for the equation. It was water-themed, talking about liters in a pool. As she always did, she read the math out to her kids who giggled noticing their teacher’s discomfort. “So Sarah pppoured watter into the pool, three times and-.” Her eyes widened as a jolt struck inside of her. Ms. Leathan was reading outloud to her students of a story about an old fart traveling the sea. The watery descriptions cause spasms of discomfort, bladder-filling pain into her lower body. Ms. Channy’s class was taking a test for this hour. Usually she would walk around the class to make sure no one is cheating, but everyone noticed her standing against the board, legs crossed, one foot tipped on it’s toes, and her hands pressed on her lower belly massaging it. “Um, Ms. Channy, you okay?” a male student asked, clearly horny. “Um…yyes Bbbilly. Let’s just continue.” Billy smiled and took out his water bottle. Shaking it slowly back and forth which caused agony for Channy. The next hour went by so slow. When the bell rang, she almost lost it in her bladder. “Gonna freaking pee my pants in front of all the students,” she whispered to herself. She headed off to the other side of the school. She saw the bathroom door and what was at it as well…she almost dropped down and cried. She said in her head, Noooooooo! TO BE CONTINUED….
  2. Female

    Okay, it's just one this time, but I will post on this thread whenever I make a new one :). I drank 2 cups of coffee and 2 pint glasses of water before this. I wear my cute rainbow socks and short black skirt. I try to hold it but I end up soaking my pad so much that my panties get wet too. Partial nudity I guess, you can see my bush at the end. Apparently pad wettings are rare, so I wanted to make one :)... Rainbow socks wetting pad and panties.wmv
  3. Kelly was a bright college student. She was near the end of the semester, and everyone in her dorm was partying and drinking like there was no tomorrow. (remember…they were drinking a LOT). She had to ace her paper, but it was almost midnight and what was she to do? She picked up her laptop, all her notes, and went to the private one-person bathroom down the hall. It had a shower, sink, and toilet. The door was very thick so not much nosie broke through. She went in, locked it up, and got to work. She fell asleep by accident around 2am. Most of the other girls in the dorm had went to bed after partying. As morning approached, Kelly woke up realizing she slept all night. She HAD to make deadline. She would not leave the bathroom until she had done so. There were other restrooms anyways….That was true, but there was so much partying going on last night that people threw stuff in the bathrooms and shattered lights and the glass of the toilet’s structure. So the other two restrooms had been closed. It was okay though, most of the girls in the dorm besides a few had gotten up before the dean came and lectured them and locked the bathrooms until someone could fix it. So all those girls went to the toilet already…a few others…not so much. Kristen came out of her room. She had felt a powerful pressure in her lower belly since she sat up in bed. She put on her pink bath robe that cut off at about a little above her ankles. She had black flip flops and her dark-blonde hair was short. Just as she was. As she got closer to the bathroom her face scrunched and her need to release grew. She got there just as another girl, Alli, got up and followed behind. Alli was just as beautiful but a little taller, and blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She wore a blue bath robe and was barefoot. Her tummy too ached for release of her pee as Kristen’s did. Kristen grabbed the door knob of the one-person restroom and pulled. Locked. She knocked. “Hello?” Kelly answered from inside, “Be out soon.” She had a lot of work on her paper to do though. Kristen thought whatever. So did Alli. They both stood there, hopping a moment here and there. As time went on, more of their drinks caught up with them. “Seriously?” said Lily, a blonde girl in nothing but a white t-shirt and tight white underwear that showed all her legs. She was hot, but a little chunkier than the other two girls. “All the other bathrooms are freaking closed?!?” “Yeah,” Kristen said in discomfort. “Shouldn’t have partied so hard. My head and bladder are both bursting.” “Can you see if she’s done?” Alli asked. She had her hands on her hips and bounced. “It’s been almost ten minutes.” Hearing that felt like a punch in the gut to Lily. She clapped her hands on her face and got behind Alli; desperate. All three girls had bladders filled to the top, weighing on their lower muscles causing discomfort, and making them want to just give up and let go. They couldn’t; imagine the humiliation. “Give me time!” Kelly screamed after Kristen knocked again. Ten more minutes went by. Another girl, Polly, shot up out of bed and to the restroom. She was in nothing but a black bra and black panties. Her tall body, long legs and tan skin made her look hot in her underwear, but her bladder shook like an earthquake. Her legs squirmed around each other as her hands pressed against her crotch. The four girls were desperate. Kristen had her arms wrapped around herself tight, and her foot tapped on the floor slow and hard. She pursed her lips out and bounced. Alli had her hands on her hips and kept rubbing her legs together and moving her body down, then up, slowly. Lily had her arms on the sides of her body and made fists and closed her eyes trying to ignore the growing pain. She crossed her legs and prayed. Polly was the worst. She had a small bladder and was bent over at almost 90 degrees and cried tears. “Wwwhy did I drink so freaking much?” Polly said in a quite ruffled voice. Her stomach had stretch marks as it started to expand out. “Eeeeeee!” Kristen turned to them and saw they were as nervous as she was. “About to be a flood on this floor, seriously.” Alli said, “What the hell is taking so long?” Kristen said, “There’s like little sounds from the other side of the door. Either she’s typing a paper or letting out specks of poo, and we know it’s not typing.” They laughed at how ridiculous it’d be to type in a bathroom. “I seriously gotta pee so bad though.” “Me too,” Alli said. She dug her hands under her robe and into her crotch. She could feel pee starting to come out. “Oh no…” she said quiet as a mouse. Meanwhile, a slightly taller and bigger girl on the hips and arms woke up. She grabbed her crotch after she felt a sting of desperation and what felt like an earthquake in her bladder. Nellie was in some tight white t-shirt and sweatpants. She ran and almost screamed at the sight of the line. Kristen continued to bang on the door. She could feel her muscles starting to give out. “Ccome onn!” “Oh…no,” Alli said. Kristen turned and looked at her. She froze and her eyes widened at the sight of horror: Alli started to pee herself. She felt her panties get completely damp as all hell. Her muscles gave out. It flowed down her legs fast and made a puddle on the floor. “Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening to me!” She cried. The puddle leaked and hit Lily’s feet. Lily’s eyes opened and she felt her bladder bursting and bursting from the scene of Alli’s accident and POP! Lily cried as she peed herself right there as well. Other girls passed in the hallway and covered their mouths and laughed. Alli and Lily ran away, tripping on their pee puddles before doing so. Seeing two accidents made Kristen’s growing urge more intense. She squeezed her legs tighter tight under her robe and hopped very fast. Polly had one hand to her crotch and another on her stomach as her legs crossed and she bent over. She moaned, “MMMMMMM!” Nellie felt like she was going to wet herself too so fast. “Oh, oh, eeee!” Nelli shrieked. Her legs crossed as she held herself on the crotch. She balances on one foot as one leg hung over the other. Two other girls in the dorm walked by and looked at the three remaining desperate girls. One of them smiled and said, “Well, well, well…who’s going to have the next accident? Let’s film it on social media live.” She and her friend took out their cameras and filmed. It was humiliating enough being shown holding yourself, but to wet yourself?!? All three girls were angry, but their desperation increased to a near breaking point. They were minutes from blowing up their bladders. Kristen held onto her crotch. All the girls were sweating. “Come on girls,” said the girl who was filming. “Water, water, water. Pee pee, pee pee, pee pee.” The watery sound gestures made the three girls in the queue bounce around as they held themselves left and right. Kristen banged on the door. “Enough already! Things are getting urgent out there and are going to get messy!” Polly moaned, “Ggotta hhhold on. Come on Polly girl just hold it in, hold it-AHH---no you got it. Hold it….” Nellie was up straight with her legs crossed, one tipped on the toes. Her hands clamped her hips and she waved back and forth. TO...BE...CONTINUED.....???????
  4. female

    First of all I'd like to start this off by introducing this lovely girl I know. Let's call her... S. S is a girl full of fantasies as well as a lust to explore what is yet unknown to her, to a certain extent. We initially got in touch with eachother in a rather innocent way, as it had nothing to do with any of our kinks what so ever. After a while of having talked to eachother we began talking about what we both enjoyed, and surprisingly I decided to yet keep this kink that I have a secret - for now. Eventually we reached a point where we were comfortable enough to talk about any- and everything and oh boy did we crack open some delicate topics! One of these topics lead to this experience as well as the pictures listed below. The topic we decided to explore was under the Sub/Dom category and involved controlling her... I saw this as a sneaky oppertunity to 'coincidentally' introduce her to the kink which I haved had ever since I was a child - Holding, as I'm sure many if not every one on this form knows of. She was a bit nervous and uncomfortable about it, until the inevitable ending occured; her not being able to hold it any longer and having to give in. She fell in love with this kink and we have since then explored it far more and I will definitely be sure to throw in a few more stories and possibly even pictures of her, as she is very eager to explore further and hear what people have to say! I'll be sure to return some other time with more content - but for now this is all I have to contribute. Have a wonderfully wet weekend, folks. - Mr Strangerous. For those that are curious I can confirm that her age is indeed over 18.
  5. **Based on a true experience I shared before. Different names, more exaggerated, and hot!..........It's long but reads fast. Worth it. Promise.** Becky was a good-looking woman in her 30’s. That night she wore tight blue jeans and had high heel boots on. She wore a tight black t-shirt, and her short brown hair waved down just past her ears. All night long she had been sipping from a big plastic bottle with a fruit drink inside. Inside her body the liquids flowed through her gut, and poured into her bladder, making it expand. By the time it was full she did not notice since she was downstairs listening to the band at the party play. She was with her friends. Everyone was at her friend’s house that night. The house was filled with almost thirty people, and had two bathrooms. She danced to the music downstairs which unknowingly to her made the liquids slosh around and hit her sides. A guy named Bruce from behind saw her. He saw her butt cheeks in those tight jeans shake back and forth. Bruce got more and more turned on to the point he felt like an electrician had enlarged the cord in his pants. As the band ended, Bruce developed a brilliant idea. An evil plan. Becky stopped dancing and was walking back upstairs. She stopped halfway and felt a huge bump in her belly. “OOH!” She said. Her lower belly felt expanded over her jean’s waist a bit, and she felt a boiling load of pee inside bursting to come out. She looked to the side and saw that the bathroom was occupied. She went upstairs. Bruce stood by the bathroom door. It was shut…but no one was inside. Becky’s face resembled her discomfort in its expression. “Occupied?” “Yep,” said Bruce, smiling. Becky let out a breath of annoyance. She leaned against the wall across from the bathroom. Her legs out, and she dug her hands into her pockets that were tight against her leg. The boiling pee hurt her a little. She imagined wetting herself since she had to go so bad. Thank God that would not happen….ha ha ha. Five minutes went by. Becky asked, “Someone is in, there, right?” She held one hand on her belly. Bruce, who was very turned on, knocked on the door. He faked to make it look like he was listening to someone. “They said just a minute.” “I didn’t hear anyone,” Becky said. “You sure?” Bruce knocked again. “You said a minute, right?” Bruce mumbled, “Mhm” under his breath. Becky believed it was from the other side of the door. Five more minutes went by and Bruce almost could not control his drooling. “Damn, they done yet?” Becky had her hands against her belly and crotch and her legs crossed. She looked a little worried. It was VERY hard to hold in at this point. Becky walked up to the door and knocked. “Excuse me! Are you done? There’s a line out here!” Becky turned the handle and to her shock, it opened. She smiled briefly and the joy almost made her automatically lose control. But Bruce put his arm in front of the door. He was there first. Becky looked disappointed again. “You’ll be quick, right?” she said in a discomforting groan. Bruce nodded….and had his fingers crossed. Becky’s legs shuffled back and forth. Her hands went in her pockets to help lean some pressure on and hold it in, and then to her crotch. Then repeat. “Oooooh!” She groaned. She knocked. Bruce said he’d be out soon. God knows a man that turned on what he was doing in there. Someone walked up the stairs. Becky hated people knowing she had to go to the bathroom. She uncrossed her legs and took out her cell phone. She pretended to talk and walk back and forth. Bruce left the bathroom, and Becky, not wanting people to know she DESPERATLY had to go, waved that she was fine. The person occupied the bathroom. Becky put her phone away and hopped in discomfort. As Bruce went downstairs he saw her tight butt cheeks move back and forth. Becky had to hold on! She just had to! She could not face the embarrassment of wetting herself. But that nightmare she realized started to become a reality. “EEEeee mmh geeerrrr…” she mumbled as she tried to focus on controlling her bladder which was winning the fight against her crotch. Two more people came upstairs. Still, even this desperate, Becky did not want anyone to know she had to go. She walked away as the other two people lined up. She prayed the bathroom downstairs was unoccupied. It was! She speeded walked into the bathroom and shut the door. There it was: a sink, a mirror, soap, but most of all, A TOILET! She lifted the lid. She reached for the button on her jeans. She tugged at them. They would not unbutton. “Oh…no,” she worried. Her bladder had grown inside of her and pushed on her muscle which expanded her lower belly that it pressed hard on her jean’s waistband. Being in the bathroom and so close to relief only made the pee’s pressure worse! She could feel it. It felt like more pee was pouring into her overworked bladder. “Nnnno No No no! Please, not here!” MEANWHILE, Bruce saw the bathroom upstairs had a line. Seven people. It was a nicer and bigger bathroom. It had a window too in case someone had to air out a stink. He looked through the closet and found a roll of dirty socks. He took them and went downstairs. Becky wrestled harder with her button. She needed a knife or something. Things were getting serious. She could NOT in a million years pee herself here, she was a grown woman. She left the bathroom and closed the door to make it look like occupied. Bruce knew the truth. He went in there and to fulfill his devilish needs of willing to torture someone’s bladder for a turn on, he stuffed the socks into the toilet. He stuffed as far down the drain as he could. Becky came back and was DYING to go pee already. It felt like a load was breaking through her bladder and skin down there. It was hot as hell. It hurt!!!! She went in and shut the door. She got the button undone with a knife. Having let go of her waist the release of pressure from her jeans spiked the desperation level. She saw toilet paper and pee in the toilet. Someone didn’t flush. “Nasty,” Becky said. She flushed the toilet. The socks clogged the drain and forced water to raise and spill over the top. Becky watched still in horror. “What the hell!?” Water spilled over the clogged toilet. It splashed on the floor. The pouring over and splashing cause multiple hits of desperation to her filled-way-past-the-limit bladder. She hopped very fast and place and backed out of the bathroom. The friend who owned the house went and looked. Becky’s legs crossed as her hips shook. She bit her bottom lip and almost cried. “Crap!” her friend Josh said. “Toilet is clogged.” “Well,” Becky said. “Dddo yyyyou hhave anything like a plunger or something to fffix it?” “You okay Becky? Do you have to go?” Becky blushed. No, she could NOT let anyone know. The only thing more humiliating than people knowing you had to go is wetting yourself in front of them. She feared greatly for that. She never had to go this bad in 30 years. “No, I’m fine,” she said regaining control. She put her hands behind her back and pressed them against her kidneys which started to fill as well. It hurt like a backache. She could feel it was starting to break towards the exit like it or not. “Well good,” Josh said. “Cause that toilet is broken. I don’t have anything to unclog it. The one upstairs still works.” Becky could not believe her ears. She grabbed Josh by the arm. “AAArre you sssure th-there…you don’t have anything to fix it?” “Sorry Becky, no,” Josh said. “You really gotta go, don’t you?” he said noticing her crossed legs squeeze tight. He laughed. “No I don’t,” Becky said. Josh looked at her legs and she looked down. How embarrassing she thought. “I don’t have to go, I just wanted to fix my hair.” She uncrossed her legs. It killed her on the inside. She spread them apart until there was space between the legs at the crotch he could see and she put her hands on her hips like ‘whatever.’ “If you say so buddy,” he left behind her and gave her a friendly slap on the back. Her eyes widened as she almost lost control. The slap shook her body and vibrated her muscles. One legs went in the air up to her chest and back down. Her arms stuck to her sides and she shut one eye and gritted her teeth. One leg kicked backwards like a cartoon character. The pee inside spiked as a shot to exit her body and she leaned forward quick and squeezed back. She HAD to hold it. She could NOT wet herself here. She filled her facial cheeks with air. She was bloated everywhere now. She tried to go back upstairs. Her shyness and Bruce were destroying her! Each step was slow and painful with a feeling of a squirt coming closer and closer out and into her panties. Her bladder had cracking marks in it from being way overloaded. Her breasts even began to get bigger due to raging hormones from the nerves inside and sweat made her shirt stick to her. “Ah,” she said with each step. “Ah, oh, ah, ah,………..” Becky froze in terror. “Nnnno…” she saw horror. A line with five people outside the bathroom door. Three of which holding their stomachs which meant they were likely going to go poo and take longer. They were guys and she could tell. She started to cry. She bit her bottom lip into her mouth as tears ran down her face. Her body shook all over. Her feet made a tapping noise on the floor from her high heels. They shuffled on the floor. Becky rubbed her arms around her upper self. She FELT IT! She felt a line of hot liquid glistening her crotch. She squeezed her legs tight together. She was holding the load inside from pouring like a waterfall but for how long? “Hey,” said Bruce. He looked at his work well and done. This guy was going to Hell. Just like all the politicians. “Gotta pee Becky?” The tears burned her eyes. She was losing sight from the lack of focus. She crossed her legs so tight she hurt the upper part of the leg that had the other going over it. Her heel kicked back after it crossed. Becky pressed her fingers into her crotch. “YYYeah I ddo,” Becky said. Her gorgeous body, not too big or small shook. She could not keep it a secret. She HAD to pee NOW! “Their backyard is huge and has trees everywhere,” Josh said. “Just sneak out to the back. There are no lights. No one will see you.” Becky was LOSING IT. A small squirt escaped and splashed in her panties. The warm drops she felt on her body’s skin on the crotch almost made her lose all of it. ‘All of it’ could flood the first story of the house. “I’m not an animal!” Becky said. “You’ve looked like you’ve been dying all night,” Bruce said. “You can wait in that line?” Becky looked back to the line. “III have to try,” Becky said. She went to the back of the line. But just as she got there two more people ran up in front of her to spots in the back. She leaned against the wall to the side. Her eyes shut. She was so scared and desperate. Oh, what would everyone think if she wet herself? Her tongue dried up. The person in front of her had a water bottle that they shook back and forth. The slushing water inside tortured Becky. Come on come one come onnnnn! Her legs crossed and crotch tightened as a dam of yellow watery pee pushed against the gates of her body. The line started to pick up pace. She was soon down to only two people in front of her. I can make it! I’m going to! I have to and I will! The last person in front of her went in. Becky said, “Pplease hhhurry.” She could barely concentrate on what to say. She felt her bladder blowing up more and more. Cramps went all over her lower half. She almost lost her legs but had to keep them tight. She dreamed about the relief. Oh how good it would feel once she would go and pee. Her belly would deflate, her pants dry mostly, and-----STOP! Becky tightened. Thinking about relief almost made her lose it. She knocked on the door, “Are you almost done?!?” “No, sorry,” the occupant said. “EEeeeee!” Becky mumbled. Her bladder beaded like a heart. If her white panties had feelings, they would be paranoid due to fear of drowning. Becky was paranoid of peeing herself in front of all her friends. Some of them with kids here. What would it look like if an adult went in her pants? She knocked again. “Okay come on, I gotta go!” Becky hopped very fast. “Listen I’m gonna be a while,” the occupant said. Becky could not take it. She had to go in the backyard. She walked away, went slowly downstairs. She snuck through the crowd. RED ALERT RED ALERT her bladder rung. This was it. She was seconds away from exploding like a giant water balloon right there. “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE!” said Bruce from the top of the crowd. He stood on a chair. People stared and Becky walked to the back door. “Becky!” he yelled. Becky froze in terror. EVERYONE looked at her. She was sweating all over and shaking. “Ladies and germs, for those who don’t know I just heard it was Becky’s birthday!” It was not. Becky tried to escape. “Guys bring her up here.” People playfully pushed her. She said quietly to Bruce, “Why are you doing this?” She cried. Her muscles were giving out. They became cramped and numb. Her bladder started to pump the pee out. “Let’s all sing as I pour some champagne!” Bruce yelled. Becky was like No no no no no no!!!! “Happy Birth-,” as people sang, Becky watched Bruce pour yellow sparkling champagne into a glass in front of her eyes. They finished the song, “Happy birthday to you!” Becky said, “Thththtank you everyone, but I- Oh no…..” She felt leaking staining her underwear. People saw as pee stained across her leg slowly. She tried to hold herself and turned red and humiliated as she grabbed her crotch. “No, no, no NOOOOOOOOO! NO NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” BOOM!!!!! She lost. Becky’s floodgates shot open. Liters and liters of pee poured out of her like she was a champagne bottle being poured. “No no! she yelled. Becky couldn’t stop it. “This can’t be happening.” Her jeans quickly darkened and became very uncomfortable. She gagged as the bumps of the pumping from her bladder shot more and more pee out. Her bladder shattered inside of her and kidneys burned as her whole body deflated and the pee finally overfilled her panties and jeans, and shot out from the bottom of her pants. It spread all over the floor. “Becky what the hell?!?!” Josh yelled. People booed her for losing control of her bladder. “Ah ha ha!” a group of mean girls from Becky’s high school says (now grown woman as well) stared and pointed. One of them took video with her phone. Bruce took video as well. “Becky is peeing herself. Becky is peeing her pants!” Others laughed with them. Becky cried from the humiliation. She ran for the front door and out of the house, leaving a large trail of bright urine behind her. It stunk the house. She was still peeing. Her shirt even got wet. It looked like Becky went on a water ride at an amusement park. “WHHYYY hihi!!!” Becky cried out. She ran home, humiliated. She was so close and she knew it. She ALMOST made it. Her bladder ached. She cried harder and harder. All night long. THE END.
  6. Well, hi! For months I've searched for an omo fiction about this show but without success, also my fav ship is Cora/Robert (Cora is my absolute fav character) which means it's even harder. Soooo I thought "the hell, I'm doing it." I saw there's a lot of topics about the Victorian Era and since my story is set in 1890 ca I read some of them.. which are mostly about the middle class or lower ones; Downton Abbey, of course, revolves around the higher classes, being Cora and Robert a Countess and an earl (I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens, so to speak), so I thought I'd give my take on the following events. That said, it's fiction so everything that's wrong according to the period, please note that is for narrative purposes. Also, I'm not a native but I like this language very much, every grammatic error or spelling mistake is mine. Don't roast me on that.. not much! Eheh, I'll try my best. Oh, yes, it's multichapter. So if you like this, please let me know and I'll post more as soon as I can ;) A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: none (desperation) Chapter 1: Tea Party It was her first tea party as a married woman and Cora couldn't have been more excited. Since she married Robert Crawley, in February, everyone started to look her in a different way: not the American Princess with a lot of money anymore, but a simple woman that earned her right to be in the strict English society. And since a baron, friend of the family, who recently got married himself, had planned to organize a tea party for May, every important family of the Yorkshire had devoted months to buy the finest frocks, jewels for the lady and carved canes for the lords to win an unannounced competition for the best look during the opening party for the summer. Because looks were everything. Cora knew that very well and had to keep that in mind this time particularly, since it was her first time as Countess, as Robert's wife, Violet's daughter-in-law. It was like her society debut all over again, except this time there wouldn't be just one king whose eyes were keen on inspect her for thirty second top, no, there would have been hundreds of kings and queens, much more critical and attentive, ready to judge her at her first tiny mistake, and for hours. Violet had dedicated her entire time for weeks to instruct the girl on that particular day, so she could not misbehave and make her son's terrible choice of wife at least look decent. Cora could sense Violet's close eyes on each breath she took, judging harshly – silently, with stern glances – the way she talked, the way she forced her laugh whenever a silly bachelor teased her about her birth country, the way she walked among other much more elegant, in Violet's eye, English girls her age, even the way she sipped her tea. Cora felt it all. And of course, it was a damper on her entire mood. Her excitement, also, had dropped considerably since her expectations hadn't exactly turned up as she'd imagined. Yes, girls and boys were more open with her, they sometimes talked to her, but basically, she just felt the outcast of the group. Robert couldn't help, she couldn’t blame him. He had to stay with his male friends, just like the code imposed; as for her, she was supposed to hang around other young countesses or baronesses or duchesses around her age, but she felt like they all snobbed her.. without even bother to hide their intentions with much effort at all! Cora hated it all, but she had to admit that when Violet said that everyone looked at her with a different eye, she was right. They hadn't stopped their teasing, but they had indeed stopped looking down on her and if they did, their envy was quite blatant.. Violet told her that she should've felt proud at least for that, or look like she was. Even if she didn't feel she belonged there, she had to act like it for Robert and yes, after all, there was room for improvement, she could see that. It was her chance to start with the right foot and within a couple of years, maybe, she would have blended in with the others snobs and aristocrat. She could do it. That party was her baptism. She must have been impeccable. And being impeccable also included never ask where the loo was, right in the middle of a conversation about Paris. Cora pretended to listen to the mistress of the house as she babbled about her honeymoon in the city of love, nodding when she saw the other nodding, sipping the smallest amount of tea once in a while not to look weird being the only one not drinking tea during a tea party. Each girl around her gulped down cup after cup in the most gracious ways all the while biting on biscuits and chatting on every silly subject. Cora had troubles finish her first one. Not that she didn't like the mix of special of tea leaves, of course, but currently she was cursing herself for that cup of tea during her breakfast in the Abbey, that glass of water she took right before the meal and all the wine that Robert offered her to taste. No, actually she was cursing herself for having skipped a loo stop right before leaving for the tea party. But the thought, back then, just had slipped her mind: she'd been too excited and impatient.. for nothing. And now she was in trouble. Her need had made itself known right after their arrival, few hours before when she stepped out of the carriage and gravity took over her bladder. She'd been able to ignore that bothering sensation quite well, distracting herself with talking and strolling in the gardens whenever someone suggested something, but she couldn't have avoided that three or four toasts in honor of the newlywed and consequently she had to drink three or four flutes of champagne accordingly. She'd stopped counting, by then. And right now it was five o'clock, so she just had to enjoy a good cup of hot steaming tea. Cora wasn't enjoying it at all. She'd considered asking someone where the loo was, but to whom? And then, she was just too shy to ask in front of everyone, since girls apparently lived as a group rather than individuals and men, well, they were out of questions. Violet couldn’t be bothered or course and then.. would it be appropriate in the first place? How come a problem like that had never come up during their “lessons”? Yes, back at home she could go visit the bathroom whenever she pleased but still, none of them had thought of that natural inconvenience? Why everyone else seemed so calm? Was she the only human needing to pee in there? Impossible, seen the amount of liquids everyone had gulped down since they first arrived. Cora shut her eyes and took a sharp, small, breath. Eight hours. Eight hours since she woke up at nine, that day, eight hours since she'd relieved herself, eight hours she'd been holding and waiting to do that again. Eight hours. She couldn't think of that. “You don't like your tea, dear?” “What?” Cora shot her eyes open, blushing when she noticed that the small group of four people was staring right at her. Not much people, but still four, judging, a few years older wives like her. “You can tell me,” the Baroness continued with a fake smile “if the mix is too much for you.” Cora smiled back, hating that she implied that her American taste wasn't sophisticated enough. She knew each zinger too well, by now. “No, it's delicious.” she replied, rotating her cup with a graceful gesture of her wrist. She was pretending to mix the colored liquid when actually she was just considering the amount she had to drink. She mirrored the other woman when she took a sip and did the same, with the only difference of gulping her half-cup down in one go. Maybe it had been a mistake. It hadn't been that graceful and light giggles had started to spread. Well, at least she had finished her cup. “Another one?” This time, Cora was sure that the Baroness had smirked. Maybe she knew? Impossible. “Thank you.” she politely smiled at the footman refilling her cup, immediately sipping some to prove.. well, something to the Baroness. It seemed to work, because the conversation went on and everybody unfocused their attention from her. The pressure in her lower stomach started to bother her more than it should have. And still she had a couple of hours before the party would be over, a carriage ride to survive until the Abbey and then, oh sweet heaven, she should've changed for dinner, meaning she could visit her bathroom without problems at all. The only question was if she would have make it. But then again she'd been holding for hours and her need had just started to bother her considerably, what were two more abundant hours? Cora sipped again from her cup, crossing her ankles so she could press harder her thighs together. That seemed to help. Because a proper Lady would never cross her legs, even if that was what she wanted to do, badly. She fidgeted a little on the spot, shifting on the edge of the stuffed chair she was sitting – alone, fortunately – creating a light friction against the aching area with her clothes. It helped too and all when unnoticed. Being the outcast had its advantages. From that moment on, she focused herself on crossing and uncrossing her ankles, changing position on her chair every now and then, trying so hard to distract her brain from her need and focus on the conversation. It did lack of interesting subjects, so that too was a challenge for her as well. By the time she'd finished her second cup, her nails unwillingly dug into the arm of the chair. She relaxed her hand before anyone could notice, but it was clear to her that she would have never make it through the party without humiliating herself and ridicule the entire family. A countess, in her twenties, that peed herself in the middle of a party, in front of everyone. She would have been the laughingstock of the English society for generations. And Robert? She couldn't do that to Robert! All because she'd refused to ask where the bathroom was? She refused to be that shy. The embarrassment for that question would have easily faded, but the embarrassment of losing control of her own body in front of the Yorkshire? Never. “Are you all right, Cora?” The Baroness asked with a smirk. That sadistic woman almost seemed to enjoy her discomfort, even if she didn't know the source of it. No, Cora was sure she was enjoying it and the other ladies too. How mean. “Yes.” She lied. Her voice cracked a little and she felt hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Cora tried to dissimulate with a smile. “I just need some air, it's a little too warm in here.” of course no one would offer to accompany her. But Cora was happy it happened, this time. She would have searched for a maid and ask for her help or at least where the toilet was; that wasn't forbidden, was it? “You're right. We'll take a stroll with the men, later, before the farewells.” The Baroness informed, unimpressed by her sudden departure “You'll join?” “Of course.” Cora nodded with a grateful smile “If you'll excuse me.” She waited for the Baroness to give her permission to leave – which took a while – and then she stood up. Cora was happy that no one was watching her, because it was blatant that something was wrong with her. As soon as her body left the support of the chair and the safety of a sitting position, she realized how heavy her bladder actually was. It felt like a brick stuck inside of her. A liquid brick. Moving down. She shot her eyes open for a while, fearing the worst. Cora didn't bother to check if everything was fine, if she could walk trusting her muscles, she just bolted away, trying to ignore the surprised giggles fading behind her, whispering wanders and suppositions. Luckily – or not – the few she heard were wrong. She was walking quickly, her back stiff, both loving and hating the corset for supporting her back and pushing mercilessly against her full bladder. Without it she would walk doubled-over, making quite obvious her embarrassing need, yet her stomach would have had much more room to expand. What a blessed curse. Cora didn't remember that house being so big when she arrived, almost nine hours before. Also, not that crowded. And yet it was, bursting with people just as she was bursting for an entirely different thing. There were people at every corner: men chatting, ladies laughing, footmen preparing trays of appetizers and glasses full of every liquor and champagne imaginable. Seeing all that light yellow liquid bubbling sent a sharp stab in her belly and she almost lost control. It was too much and she was starting to feel tired.. her muscles felt tired. She just wanted to let go. Of course, she couldn't. She just needed to find someone, anyone she could ask where the bathroom was. Was she asking for the moon? She slipped into a corridor, almost running past groups of people too caught up with their conversations to notice her and she ended up into a hall, as well full of people. All those footmen and no maids? Not even one? Her eyes darted in all directions, frantically. It was then when she didn't notice a child's play of chasing and a little girl stumbled on her, laughing and offering her excuses. That midget demon was running with her arms in front of her and like a battering ram, she'd pushed her little hands on her stomach. The corset absorbed most of the impact, but the sudden constriction had been very bad for her weak and over-strained bladder. It was really too much. Cora gasped loud – although the chattering covered her sound – and she felt a hot damp work through her undergarments. She hurriedly crossed her legs while standing, relieved that her crème dress covered her bottom half of her body, closing both of her hands in tight fists, restraining her own body from the mad need of grabbing herself to prevent a much more problematic leaking. She fought hard to regain control without any other help, but when the muscles tighten again enough, she decided it was time to find that damned maid. Quickly. No excuses. She decided to go into an adjacent room and then in the next one and a corridor and another room. That house was immense and everywhere, there were people. Cora started to see blurred. Her eyes had started to leak as well. She felt desperate physically and emotionally and there was no one she could go to. She turned a corner and then another one, until she found the smallest passage between two rooms. It was a bit dusty there and she supposed no one used that passage since it was right next to a much more beautiful and wide corridor. Still no one. She was alone. She was alone! Cora gasped again, shoving her gloved hand between her legs, pressing hard against her womanhood through all that layers of clothing. She buckled her hips softly, dancing on one foot as she gently moaned in relief from that little help. She considered staying there a couple of seconds to regain complete control, but she knew she couldn’t wait long. She swallowed, massaging herself to better the relieve and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. One, two, three. She counted, closing her eyes to prepare herself for another mad searching. She peeled slowly from the wall, but made only one step before the scare almost made her leak again.. and worse. She couldn't help her doubling over her hand, her heart hammering inside her chest. “Cora, what are you doing?” Violet was staring at her with a disapproving face. “I- I.” She stuttered, trying so hard to straighten her back. She did after a few attempts and quickly she removed her hand too. “Running away like that.” The older woman clicked her tongue “I've been observing you.” That was no surprise. And frankly, Cora was kinda happy she had been. Because now Violet would have helped her. She would, right? “I.. I need-” Cora bit her lip, pressing hard her thighs together. “I know. I watched your pitiful dance.” She sighed in dismay pursing her lips as she took a good look at the girl. Cora was fidgeting on the spot, shaking, shifting her weight from a foot to another. “I was about to find someone,” Cora spoke low, careful to control every other part of the body as she concentrate on talking “to ask where-” “Never!” Violet yelled in a stern whisper, canceling the distance between them with a wide step “Never do that.” she repeated, kinder now. “A proper Lady should never ask for the toilet when she's in public.” For how much absurd it sounded, Cora could see that. After all, they were supposed to be beautiful doll to expose, faint at the view of blood and of course not proving to the world that they were human being too, so body functions were a big nono in every area. “What can I do?” Cora almost shirked “I really need to-” “I can see that.” Violet sighed matter-of-factly “But I told you, that's not how a proper lady behaves.” there was something in her ice-blue eyes that scared the girl. “What?” Cora's eyes widen at her words and her bladder twitched with a painful spasm. She had no choice but to grab herself for a moment before she decided it was safe to let go. “What do you mean-?” “That's not how I taught you, Cora.” Violet asserted “Didn't I told you to use the loo every time before leaving?” there was a wicked smile forming on her woman's lips “I knew this would happen.” “I forgot.” Cora felt her cheeks blushing even more. “You forgot?” Violet let out a hint of chuckle “Well, that's your punishment for not listening to me, thinking you know better.” she paused, watching as Cora suddenly grabbed herself in despair. Both hands. “I knew you weren't a proper Lady, you will never be.” “I am.” Cora cried softly “I can prove it to you.” she nodded as she pressed herself harder against her own fingers. “Prove it to me?” Violet faked a surprised look “A proper Lady should be able to control herself and her need and you clearly aren't.” “But I-” Cora sobbed “I could make it.” “Not like that, you won't.” Violet crossed her arms on her chest. She studied as the girl before her swung and danced, frowning but never giving up once. “You're so determined on proving you can be a lady?” “Yes.” “I'll give you another chance, then.” Violet was smiling now “If you can make it through dinner, I won't bother you on the subject anymore.” “I will, I promise.” Cora nodded, her shoulder hitting the wall for support as she held herself. “If you could just let me go now, I will.” “What the point would be? If you ask for the loo, everyone will know you're not a proper Lady.” Violet pointed out. “And proving to me this evening won't change the fact that everybody will know what you will never be.” “I made a mistake not going to the toilet before leaving, but-” She shut her eyes tight, dancing a little on the spot “But-I can't hold it much longer.” Cora confessed and her cheeks turned bright red. She was on the edge of crying. “I'll lose control and I'll embarrass you all, and Robert-” She gasped. He may not loved her like she did, but he was a kind and a good man, he didn't deserve the shame of an improper wife. She couldn’t ask for the loo for Robert, as well she couldn't wet herself for everyone to see. Violet was thinking the same thing. “I guess everyone is entitled of one error.” the older woman conceded. “You made this to yourself, but we can't allow that kind of humiliation today. We have to manage on our own.” Cora nodded briefly. Violet was right, after all. A proper Lady should've been able to hold herself through a party or a dinner. It could have been a real lesson for her, even if it looked like another teasing of her mother-in-law, it wasn't. “You'll help me?” She agreed. “We must cooperate to limit the damage. Follow me.” Violet gestured with a tilt of her head. Noticing Cora still grabbing herself, walking stiffly and slowly, reluctant of letting go of her crotch, she sighed through her hinted smile, a sympathetic one “Whenever you're ready. But I suggest you hurry. Robert's coming over here.”
  7. 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.
  8. Hello everybody. :) Most have probably forgotten me, because I post quite rarely, but this site does have some content created by me. I mostly do stuff that involves Urination and Mind Control. This time I did another animation, but got fed up with the GIF Filetype, imported everything into Photoshop and rendered an MP4 ... then thought what the heck and added some soundfiles and the end result is quite decent. Of course I do neither own the Images I based the Animation on nor the sound files. They were taken from a couple of Eroge and sources from the Internet. The CG is from a game called Ryakudatsusha no Inen and my animation has nothing to do with the game at all. I just found the pictures fitting, so I used them. If you want to check out other Images from that game, I have to warn you that there are some very disturbing images there (snuff, guro etc,) but my animation is safe. :) One last thing. I added the voices, sfx last - more as an extra. It was originally never intended. So there are 2 scenes where they do not exactly match up, but I wanted to keep the original Image alive and not change everything because of the sfx/voices again. Have fun and enjoy the video/animation. And please leave a comment if you like it, and if not, well, leave a comment as well. :) Dangerous Magic.mp4 If you like what you see, please check out my other works as well. There are 2 Threads with animations and Manipulated pictures. And of course the Doujin "A Taste of her own Medicine" Commissioned by me, drawn by Nell-Chrome, Story written by me. You can also check out more of my Animations and pictures on Hypnohub: http://hypnohub.net/post?tags=hypnomangaeditor_(manipper)
  9. Hey all! Before I start; a few things: - I'm writing this on my laptop, and for some reason, whenever I press something like ' or ", it instantly types it, so I can't really write things like "Pokemon" correctly - I'm not English, so there may be some spelling mistakes - I don't really have a schedule for when I write, so check back often ;) Now, without further ado: ------------------------------------------------------- She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them to block out the harsh sunlight comming from the window. Eyes still closed, she yawned. "You up?" She heard from downstairs. "Comming!" She yelled, her voice raspy and dry. She opened her eyes and sat up, brushing her halflong hair out of her face and wrapping her blanket around her shoulders. She looked around the room. Everything was bathing in the warm morning light, almost making it look like a painting. She pushed her bright pink blanket away from her and got up. "Good morning sleepyhead" her mom smiled from the kitchen. "Mornin'" She replied "What's for breakfast?". "I'm making some eggs, here, have a taste". "Oh, by the way..." Chloe looked up, her mouth stuffed with egg "your dad asked you to come by later today". Chloe swallowed her egg and took a breath before replying "Oh? Something the matter?". "I don't know, he was running late, so you'll have to ask him. You should probably leave as soon as possible". Chloe knew her mom was right, her dad was a busy man and if he asked her to come to his work, it was probably something important. "And, of course..." her mom looked slyly at her "Happy Birthday hunny". Her mom got a package from underneath the table, wrapped in bright yellow paper with different kinds of berrys on it. "Oh my gosh mom thanks!" Chloe eagerly took the package and opened it. Inside, there was a pretty, black bracelet with small pink stones on the side. "I love it!" Chloe yelped as she put it on, "Thank you!" she said as she hugged her mom. The lab was always quite imposing, being the biggest building in the town, with a big poke-ball logo on the front and fancy glass doors. Chloe swallowed and walked inside. The blonde behind the counter looked up and smiled. "Ah, Chloe, your dad is expecting you" she said, and Chloe smiled at her as she walked past and went up the stairs. Once at the third floor, she walked through the hallway, counting the doornumbers, "34...35...36...Ah!". She opened the door and walked into the office, if it could be called that. It had the desk and the bookcases, but lining the wall were pipes and machinery, and a glass wall with a door leading to a blue-ish room where even bigger machines were puffing away. "Ah, Chloe! Good that you could see me on such a short notice. First off all; happy birthday darling, did your mom give you your present?" "Yes!" Chloe proudly stuck out her arm, showing off her bracelet. "Haha, glad you like it. Now, you're probably wondering why I called you over here" he asked "Well, my Staraptor got blindsided by an Archeops, and he's down for the count, so I need you to get me some stuff from the next town over.". Chloe's eyes widened, she barely ever left the town, so this was a great opportunity. "I'll let you choose one of the Pokemon working here to assist you on your journey". Chloe heard a lot of rumbling behind her, and as she turned around, she saw a bunch of Pokemon behind her. There were Kling, Klang and Klingklang, a Magnezone, a Clefairy, and more, just out of her sight. "Hmmmmm" she said, looking around, when she saw something yellow shoot away on the wall, quickly moving in here direction, dropping from the ceiling and dropping on the ground in front of her, majestically landing on it's feet. The Galvantula looked at her, head tilted like a puppy, eight glistening eyes. Chloe turned around, "I'll take Galvantula, he seems pretty excited to go outside" she said. "Great!" he replied, "And if anything happens, call mom, ok? There's a professor at the Sandcurl Pokecentre, he'll know what to do". "Ok, I shall not dissapoint you, sir!" she said, saluting with a smirk, before jumping on Galvantula's back and riding out of the office... TO BE CONTINUED
  10. **The story I wrote a few weeks ago (this one) was finished too soon. I did not get to play out things as I wanted and kind of missed an opportunity. So I am reposting my story here, updated, different ending, more wetting, more desperation, and it's long but WORTH IT!** It was Lily's wedding. She had waited her whole life to find the man of her dreams. She worked hard to lose weight after high school, got a great job, saved every penny, and she made her man to be. It was her wedding day, and the tall blonde with her hair tied up and in her big wedding dress over her in-shape body. She had three maids of honor, each in a unique dress. There way Keena, a brunette with her hair tied into a bun, and her black dress hung just above her sexy leg's knees. There was Jennie, who wore a pink dress that tightened over her big breasts. Then, there was Crystal. Lily's older sister who had a short dress that if she bent over her panties would have shown. She had blonde hair that hung out in little curls and was very tan. All these lovely friends had something in common on this wedding day: they each had a LOT to drink in the limo on the way over to the after reception. They all had their legs crossed until they got out of the limo. Lily had rushed around all morning. She felt like she had to go the most. It was not quite desperate yet for her, but it was getting there. Sadly, she and her groom had to go around and talk to everyone. Keena sat on a chair with her legs crossed. She felt the hot pressure building inside of her. The leg that hung over on top dangled and made her high heel shake to the edge of her toe. She noticed Crystal walking around worried. "What's going on?" Keena asked her after she got up. Crystal said, "I gotta pee my brains out." She bounced. Keena nodded. "I'm pretty bad too. We had too much champagne in the car. Where's the bathroom?" They noticed Jennie walking with some guy. They ran up to them. "Hey guys," Jennie said, a bit discomfort under her voice. "I just had to use the restroom really fast." She held her hands against her expanding stomach. "Us too," Crystal said. "Where is it?" "That guy told me this way." All three walked over. Lily's cousin Minnie was outside the bathroom door with her arms crossed on her chest. Her dark hair waved down, a dark maroon dress above the knees just about, and she tapped her foot. "Are you kidding me?" "Nope," Minnie said, annoyed. "Crystal, your mom is in there. It's a bathroom and she locked up the whole thing. She's crying because her two girls are growing up. Crystal was angry. She was a muscular girl. She lifted weights every day. She could feel her abs wrestling with the expansion of her bladder. She went up to the door and banged hard. "Mom! There's like four of us out here and we all have to pee like hell!" Her mother sobbed. "I . . . just need a moment dear. Pl-please." All the girls were annoyed. Minnie continued to tap her foot hard as the other three formed a line. Crystal was at the end, Keena in front of her, and Jennie was right behind Minnie. Line: Minnie, Jennie, Keena, and Crystal. ******************************************************** Ten minutes went by. The four girls held onto their bodies with their arms. They waved back and forth. Crystal, being more boyish, tightened her hands against her stomach and crotch. She bit her lip and hopped a little. Minnie heard her aunt's sobs. All the girls were annoyed, but more worried at this point. Jennie bounced in place. "I swear my pantie are in danger of becoming a pool if I don't get in the bathroom soon." Crystal said, "Daa, I,mmmm, me too." She struggled with her discomfort. "Mom! H-hurry up." Her legs crossed. She was at the end of the line and if she thought about that she still had to wait for the other girls to go in, undo their dresses, pee, put dresses back, up, wash hands, if the mother left the bathroom now, she was still probably 20 minutes away from getting to the toilet. "EEEEEE." Keena rolled her eyes over and over. She gripped her hands behind her tight, black dress and lifted a leg up against the wall. She pushed it against the other to hold on. "I gotta peeeee." Five more minutes went by. "I'll be out soon, just give me some more time." This didn't annoy the girls. It horrified them! Each of them were squirming in place. Minnie tapped her foot harder and faster. Her legs tight together. The mother turned on the faucet in the bathroom. All the girls heard the running water leaking and swirling down the drain. It reminded each of them how bad they had to pee. They all started to worry, "Oh my god, all our friends are here. These dresses were rented and are a fortune. If we pee ourselves, our lives are over. " "Oh no!" someone screamed from behind. It was Lily. The bride, the girl with full bladder and special day was today. She could NOT pee herself. It would ruin her. She started to bounce in that white dress. "M-M-mom is in there," Crystal said. Her hands were between her legs. Those tan legs shuffled over each other. Lily held her white dress as she knocked on the door. "Mom! My friends and I really REALLY have to pee!" "Just give me a little more time! This is a bad day for me." All the girls felt annoyed and bounced. Lily stood there squirming. Minnie looked at her, "Lily, you're not cutting me." Lily looked horrified. "B-but, it's my day. And my bladder is spilling over like a waterfall!" Minnie's arms were at her side tight. She made fists. Legs crossed. "I-I-I don't care. I gggotta pee like crazy!" "There's no way I can wait longer either Lily," Crystal said. "I'm about to burst like a water balloon against a brick wall. I can feel my bladder crack." Her tan, muscular legs shuffled faster. Lily bounced faster. The mother finally exited the bathroom. Minnie started to run in, but Lily grabbed her and pushed her to the side. She ran in and slammed the door behind her. Jennie ran up to the door and Minnie got up. They both started to knock and mess with the handle. Crystal moaned, "Noooooooooo!" **************************** Ten more minutes went by. The girls were squirming faster and antsier than ever. Jennie and Keena had their arms crossed, legs crossed, and nearly cried as they bounced. Crystal bit hard onto her bottom lip and eyes watered due to the overflowing feeling and anxiety of possible embarrassment if she did not get in there and wet herself. Minnie held onto her head as she went up and down. Tears fell from her eyes as she knew she could not wait any longer. Her bladder pushed against her organs, and she felt the liquid pouring over and coming out to her panties. She froze as she felt dampness in her panties. "O-oh no." She could not pee herself here. Minnie ran. She had to find another bathroom. She stopped and asked a bartender. The response, "Nope. That's the only bathroom." Minnie's heart stopped for a second. Pee started to flood her red panties. She grabbed herself and tried to stop but could not. She lost control over her bladder. It poured and poured and her feet and heels were stained and soaked. Her family and friend were about to look....BUT THEN, Crystal realized she was not going to make it. Plus, she had more muscle than any person at this wedding. If anybody laughed she'd kick their butts. She ran to her friend and stood in front of her and let it loose. She felt relief as her bladder gave out. Her belly deflated as pee soaked her all over and people looked. They did not look in time to see Minnie's accident. So Crystal basically made it look like it was all her. At least she helped her cousin. "Minnie, there's a spare dress in the trunk of my car," Crystal whispered to her. "Go change." Minnie gave her cousin a kiss on the cheek. She owed her everything. "What?" Crystal said. No one laughed. One guy started to, and he pointed. Then Crystal walked up to him and punched his lights out. "Very funny, anyone else want to laugh?" No one spoke. "Anybody into omorashi? How'd you like to dance with a wet girl?" A Chinese man came forward. Her neighbor, Josh-Li. It was a hot dance. Minnie was saved, Lily was going, Crystal just did not care and gave in, but Jennie and Keena both hopped in place. Their knees shuffled under their dresses. They turned red and felt hot. They felt their bladders about to give out. Jennie bit onto her bottom lip as she held onto her crotch. Keena backed against the wall, legs out in front, crossed, foot on top dangled, and she rubbed her sides. "I can't...can't, last much longer," Keena complained. Jennie said. "I'm going to wet myself in front of everyone we ever knew. I can't believe this." She started to cry. Her bladder filled more and more. Inside her bladder tipped to the side from the weight. Jennie almost lost it but held on. They both stared out at the crowd. Friends they went to high school with, family they knew as bring friends of their whole lives, cute waiters serving food and drinks, and they were at risk of wetting themselves in front of all of them. The very thought tortured their minds and made them mentally push against the physical growing pressure within their bladders. Their bladders expanded over their waists and showed on their dresses. THEY HAD TO PEE BAD! THEY WERE DYING! Keena asked, "Jennie, ccan I go first?" Jennie gave her a bad look. "Hellz no! Are you crazy? I'm-OWWWWWWW!" Jennie felt a huge wave of pressure shoot into her waist. It stung like Lucille on a skull. "I-I'm-I'm, gonna burst. I feel like Hilary when she walked in on Monica and Bill." "The hell does that mean?" Keena asked. "I don't know. She probably felt a sting in her girl parts then too." Jennie hopped with her hands deeper into her crotch. She sweat from her head, and Keena's lips wobbled from trying to get her focus back to holding it. Keena's arms crossed on her chest, legs crossed tight up to her private parts, and she bent over a little. "MMMMMMMMM!" Keena mumbled in deep agony. She started to cry, thinking of the humiliation if they wet themselves. A waiter walked over. "Would you ladies like a drink?" He started to pour water into two glasses. The water splashing on the bottom in drop and sounds tortured Keena and Jennie to the point of almost bursting. They heard Lily flushing and turning the sink on to wash her hands. The combination of hearing the pouring from the waiter, the flushing of the toilet, the sink inside going, it added tons and tons of pain into the girls. They both cried. Keena squealed, "NNNoooo." Jennie said, "This ccan't be hhhappening. We're good people, why here, why now?!?" They both squirmed in place digging deep into their crotches with their hands. They shook their heads. They breathed heavy. Their breaths pushed against their big, bloated bladders. Then, the bathroom door opened. Lily came out, but was in tears. She had her feet juggling up and down and hands on her stomach. "What happened?" Keena asked. Lily cried. "I couldn't get my dress undone. I flushed the toilet and used the sink to make the zipper slippery by using their water. But it's stuck. I-." But Lily noticed the waiter pouring the water. Having been so close to going and on high desperation caused the pouring to finish her off. "Girls, help, hurry! Or we're all doomed!" Jennie and Keena struggled over with their legs squeezed tight, They tugged at Lily's dress's zipper. All three of their desperation's growing and growing. Their legs wobbled as they tightened on the upper part. Keena and Jennie tapped their heels on the ground. Jennie almost got knocked out from the pressure. All of their hips shook side to side. Cracks started to form in their bladders. They were springing leaks. Lily could NOT wet herself at her own wedding. POP! Someone popped a champagne bottle. Lily's new husband ran over and pulled her away. "Babe, we have to give a speech, come on!" Lily cried as she was pulled from her friends. Jennie and Keena saw the unoccupied bathroom and ran over. "Every girl and her panties for themselves!" Keena yelled. They both were caught in the doorway and squrimed trying to get by one another. But then Lily's mom came and pulled them out and away. "Time for the big speech girls." Keena stuttered. "Bbut, Mr.s.....we gotta pee. Okay!? We gotta go now." "Let us go!" Jennie said, pulling hard. But Lily's mom pushed them next to Lily as all the guests stared. The husband poured the champagne and their was rain outside. It was all too much for the three girl's enlarged bladders. Lily's big day was ruined. "NOOOO!" Lily screamed. It happened. Her bladder exploded, and pee rushed out and filled her panties, splashed across her dress, and made the white yellow. Seeing it shot loads of desperation pains to Keena and Jennie. "This can't be!!!" Keena and Jennie screamed together. They lost it as well. They tried to run to the bathroom, but Lily grabbed them by the back of their dresses. She was not going down alone. Keena and Jennie peed gallons out. It rushed down their legs from the bottom of their expensive dresses now ruined. They gasped as each wave pushed and pumped out of their bladders. They all cried, as people laughed, and the horny waiter who poured the water went to the bathroom. "I-I," Jennie said in tears. "I'm so humiliated." Keena was still spraying from her pee hole. People pointed and laughed. She turned bright red. "No ho ho ho ohhh." She and Jennie covered their faces. They were all damp, smelly girls. Lily cried, "It was suppose to be my day!" She fell to her knees. a wet wedding it was. They thought George RR Martin wrote it considering the badness. The end.
  11. I really hope I'm not alone on this. If any fellow Ace Attorney fans have Omorashi Headcanons of their favorite little lawyers, feel free to share! :)
  12. It was Lily's wedding. She had waited her whole life to find the man of her dreams. She worked hard to lose weight after high school, got a great job, saved every penny, and she made her man to be. It was her wedding day, and the tall blonde with her hair tied up and in her big wedding dress over her in-shape body. She had three maids of honor, each in a unique dress. There way Keena, a brunette with her hair tied into a bun, and her black dress hung just above her sexy leg's knees. There was Jennie, who wore a pink dress that tightened over her big breasts. Then, there was Crystal. Lily's older sister who had a short dress that if she bent over her panties would have shown. She had blonde hair that hung out in little curls and was very tan. All these lovely friends had something in common on this wedding day: they each had a LOT to drink in the limo on the way over to the after reception. They all had their legs crossed until they got out of the limo. Lily had rushed around all morning. She felt like she had to go the most. It was not quite desperate yet for her, but it was getting there. Sadly, she and her groom had to go around and talk to everyone. Keena sat on a chair with her legs crossed. She felt the hot pressure building inside of her. The leg that hung over on top dangled and made her high heel shake to the edge of her toe. She noticed Crystal walking around worried. "What's going on?" Keena asked her after she got up. Crystal said, "I gotta pee my brains out." She bounced. Keena nodded. "I'm pretty bad too. We had too much champagne in the car. Where's the bathroom?" They noticed Jennie walking with some guy. They ran up to them. "Hey guys," Jennie said, a bit discomfort under her voice. "I just had to use the restroom really fast." She held her hands against her expanding stomach. "Us too," Crystal said. "Where is it?" "That guy told me this way." All three walked over. Lily's cousin Minnie was outside the bathroom door with her arms crossed on her chest. Her dark hair waved down, a dark maroon dress above the knees just about, and she tapped her foot. "Are you kidding me?" "Nope," Minnie said, annoyed. "Crystal, your mom is in there. It's a bathroom and she locked up the whole thing. She's crying because her two girls are growing up. Crystal was angry. She was a muscular girl. She lifted weights every day. She could feel her abs wrestling with the expansion of her bladder. She went up to the door and banged hard. "Mom! There's like four of us out here and we all have to pee like hell!" Her mother sobbed. "I . . . just need a moment dear. Pl-please." All the girls were annoyed. Minnie continued to tap her foot hard as the other three formed a line. Crystal was at the end, Keena in front of her, and Jennie was right behind Minnie. Line: Minnie, Jennie, Keena, and Crystal. ******************************************************** Ten minutes went by. The four girls held onto their bodies with their arms. They waved back and forth. Crystal, being more boyish, tightened her hands against her stomach and crotch. She bit her lip and hopped a little. Minnie heard her aunt's sobs. All the girls were annoyed, but more worried at this point. Jennie bounced in place. "I swear my pantie are in danger of becoming a pool if I don't get in the bathroom soon." Crystal said, "Daa, I,mmmm, me too." She struggled with her discomfort. "Mom! H-hurry up." Her legs crossed. She was at the end of the line and if she thought about that she still had to wait for the other girls to go in, undo their dresses, pee, put dresses back, up, wash hands, if the mother left the bathroom now, she was still probably 20 minutes away from getting to the toilet. "EEEEEE." Keena rolled her eyes over and over. She gripped her hands behind her tight, black dress and lifted a leg up against the wall. She pushed it against the other to hold on. "I gotta peeeee." Five more minutes went by. "I'll be out soon, just give me some more time." This didn't annoy the girls. It horrified them! Each of them were squirming in place. Minnie tapped her foot harder and faster. Her legs tight together. The mother turned on the faucet in the bathroom. All the girls heard the running water leaking and swirling down the drain. It reminded each of them how bad they had to pee. They all started to worry, "Oh my god, all our friends are here. These dresses were rented and are a fortune. If we pee ourselves, our lives are over. " "Oh no!" someone screamed from behind. It was Lily. The bride, the girl with full bladder and special day was today. She could NOT pee herself. It would ruin her. She started to bounce in that white dress. "M-M-mom is in there," Crystal said. Her hands were between her legs. Those tan legs shuffled over each other. Lily held her white dress as she knocked on the door. "Mom! My friends and I really REALLY have to pee!" "Just give me a little more time! This is a bad day for me." All the girls felt annoyed and bounced. Lily stood there squirming. Minnie looked at her, "Lily, you're not cutting me." Lily looked horrified. "B-but, it's my day. And my bladder is spilling over like a waterfall!" Minnie's arms were at her side tight. She made fists. Legs crossed. "I-I-I don't care. I gggotta pee like crazy!" "There's no way I can wait longer either Lily," Crystal said. "I'm about to burst like a water balloon against a brick wall. I can feel my bladder crack." Her tan, muscular legs shuffled faster. Lily bounced faster. The mother finally exited the bathroom. Minnie started to run in, but Lily grabbed her and pushed her to the side. She ran in and slammed the door behind her. Jennie ran up to the door and Minnie got up. They both started to knock and mess with the handle. Crystal moaned, "Noooooooooo!" **************************** Ten more minutes went by. The girls were squirming faster and antsier than ever. Jennie and Keena had their arms crossed, legs crossed, and nearly cried as they bounced. Crystal bit hard onto her bottom lip and eyes watered due to the overflowing feeling and anxiety of possible embarrassment if she did not get in there and wet herself. Minnie held onto her head as she went up and down. Tears fell from her eyes as she knew she could not wait any longer. Her bladder pushed against her organs, and she felt the liquid pouring over and coming out to her panties. She froze as she felt dampness in her panties. "O-oh no." She could not pee herself here. Minnie ran. She had to find another bathroom. She stopped and asked a bartender. The response, "Nope. That's the only bathroom." Minnie's heart stopped for a second. Pee started to flood her red panties. She grabbed herself and tried to stop but could not. She lost control over her bladder. It poured and poured and her feet and heels were stained and soaked. Her family and friend were about to look....BUT THEN, Crystal realized she was not going to make it. Plus, she had more muscle than any person at this wedding. If anybody laughed she'd kick their butts. She ran to her friend and stood in front of her and let it loose. She felt relief as her bladder gave out. Her belly deflated as pee soaked her all over and people looked. They did not look in time to see Minnie's accident. So Crystal basically made it look like it was all her. At least she helped her cousin. "Minnie, there's a spare dress in the trunk of my car," Crystal whispered to her. "Go change." Minnie gave her cousin a kiss on the cheek. She owed her everything. "What?" Crystal said. No one laughed. One guy started to, and he pointed. Then Crystal walked up to him and punched his lights out. "Very funny, anyone else want to laugh?" No one spoke. "Anybody into omorashi? How'd you like to dance with a wet girl?" A Chinese man came forward. Her neighbor, Josh-Li. It was a hot dance. ***************** Minnie was saved, Lily was going, Crystal just did not care and gave in, but Jennie and Keena both hopped in place. Their knees shuffled under their dresses. They turned red and felt hot. They felt their bladders about to give out. Jennie bit onto her bottom lip as she held onto her crotch. Keena backed against the wall, legs out in front, crossed, foot on top dangled, and she rubbed her sides. "I can't last much longer," Keena complained. "I'm going to wet myself in front of everyone we ever knew. I can't believe this." She started to cry. Her bladder filled more and more. Inside her bladder tipped to the side from the weight. Jennie almost lost it but held on. A waiter walked over with a pitcher and glasses. "Would you ladies like some beverages while you wait?" He started to pour already. The water splashed into the bottom of the glasses and mixed with the sound of Lily washing her hands inside the bathroom. They were so close. They could still make it. They both tightened their legs. They felt their bladders blowing up more and more and more. Their bellies were over their waist's. Keena cried, "This can't be happening. Oooooo, eeeeh, mmmmm!" "Errrghhhhh," Jennie mumbled. She moaned from discomfort. She felt like her whole body was filled with pee. "Oh no, oh no, NOOOO!" Her bladder popped. It hurt so bad and her body spasmed. Pee shot out of her. Her dress soaked all over and legs covered and smelled. Keena saw and it was too much to take. She held tight and shifted her body trying to hold on. "No.....no....NOOOOO!" But Keena lost too. Her bladder shot her legs apart so fast her black dress ripped a bit. Both girls leaked and leaked, urine everywhere. They both cried. Turning red from such humiliation. They had....a wet wedding. The end.
  13. In Greek, desperation Worth it! PS: can anyone translate the last lines
  14. ***NOTE: Hey guys, so I write a lot of female desperation fiction, and most are based on events I saw. But I have also seen Hot male ones. Being a bisexual guy, here’s a story about a guy. Enjoy!*** Pablo was a handsome-looking guy. Just turned 20, and was chilling with his friend on a hot-as-hell summer day. Pablo was tall, and his long legs were muscular on the calf’s, covered with blonde hairs. He had breezy black shorts on, and a red t-shirt. He had forgotten to use the bathroom before him and his friend John left the house. Pablo was thin, but had lots of muscle. After being out for an hour, he felt discomfort in his lower belly. His bladder ached. “Ergg,” Pablo mumbled. “What was that?” John asked. “N-nothing.” Pablo regained his composure. He was not desperate, he could wait. Just a little discomfort. Pablo did not know his friend was a huge omorashi fan. So much a fan that he could tell just from that mumble what was wrong. “Let’s pull over,” John said. They got off their bikes, and walked to the bleachers on the park’s baseball field. Pablo knew there were bathrooms in the park. Nowhere he could go on a tree, it was very public, but he was fine. . . probably. They got on the top of the bleachers. Pablo sat one above of John, and had his legs out on the bleacher seat John was on. Pablo had blue flip flops on, and John stared at those muscular legs. The blonde hair ran all around and up past the knees and under the short. John could see a little under Pablo’s shorts. Pablo’s legs were shaking in and out towards the center of his crotch. John knew the urgency was growing. “So,” John said. “I had a hard exam this week. It was a gut buster. Like the pressure was literally hitting me in the guy, expanding out, bloating.” Pablo flinched. He felt a spike higher of discomfort in his bladder. “And,” John continued, “the professor was raining criticism’s around the whole class. John noticed Pablo’s legs shaking faster. Every now and again they were shut tight together and squeeze in on his crotch. “Just raining, and raining, and raining like watery water all over class in drops of criticisms. Did not even want any of us getting up to use the B-A-T-H-R-OOOO-M!” Pablo almost lost a drop in his boxers. He was starting to get desperate now. “Um…John . . ..” To Pablo’s torture and John’s delight, the park sprinklers went on. They came out of the ground and started to spark drops of water fast everywhere. Some even went and hit John and Pablo. Pablo’s legs crossed and tightened on his crotch. He felt his bladder pulsing against his lower belly, through his urethra. “Look at all that water,” John said. “Just lots of water. Gallons and gallons expanding through the hose and-.” John looked and saw Pablo’s sexy legs crossed and shaking. His feet flapped on the flip flops. Pablo’s teeth chattered. “You okay?” John asked his friend, with an evil grin. “I-,”Pablo started. In clear discomfort. “I gotta go to the bathroom. Can we go?” “Sure,” John said. A bit disappointed it was over. They made it to the park’s bathroom area. A picnic ground with a cabin split into two bathrooms; boys and girls. Pablo froze at the sight of horror: the doors on the bathrooms were closed. John went up to them and pulled on the knobs. Both locked, tight. “Sorry dude, they’re closed I guess.” Pablo’s legs shook towards the center while he was on his bike. His mind could not let go of the want to pee, he was DESPERATE now! John read a sign on the wall. “Park Bathrooms Closed due to Town budget gaps.” “Eeeer,” Pablo started to mumble. “Ccan, wwwee go back home? I gotta piss man.” They went home. Once at John’s house, Pablo got off his bike and ran to the door. John took time to get his key out. Pablo bounced in place at the door with his arms around his torso. “Open the door man!” Pablo said. “I can’t hold it much longer.” “Seriously dude?” “I didn’t even go this morning when I woke up.” “It’s 3 pm dude.” “Exactly! I’ve had like two cans of soda, a orange juice, and a water bottle on the way to the park. I really, REALLY gotta go. Come on, please!” John put the key in, but his hormones ran his mind. He pretended to struggle with the key. “Not working.” Pablo’s eye widened. He tried to grab the keys from John, but John pulled away. “I’m not gonna make it across town to my house!” John asked, “We can stop at a public business or something.” Pablo shook his head. He suffered from very shy bladder, and was very germophobic. He could not use a public bathroom. The park was different. It was the one public bathroom Pablo used since he was a kid. He was used to it. Pablo’s leg kicked back as he grabbed his gut. “Well let’s try a window,” John said. Pablo was about to go, but John grabbed him. He held his friend in a dance pose, and put their crotches at each other. Pablo was use to John’s gay-tendencies as a joke. He didn’t know these intentions right now. Feeling Pablo’s bloated belly and crotch on his, John pretended to dance. He pulled up Pablo’s leg and swung him down. “Dude!” Pablo screamed. He jumped off and grabbed his crotch. “I almost lost it.” Pablo’s legs wobbled. He kept feeling like it would come out. Pablo felt his wiener enlarged and taking on loads and gallons of pressure. He felt his eyes filling with water. “Hey guys!” It was Christy and Jennie. Two girls from school. John was dating Christy and Pablo had a huge crush on Jennie. “What’s up?” Pablo tried to regain himself. He could not lose it in front of the girls. NO! HE placed his arms around his torso and had a leg out and foot tapping. Gggotta pee! “Not much,” John said. Kind of locked out of our house. John was so turned on by his friend’s noticeable squirming. “Hey Pablo,” Jennie said. Pablo smiled, but could barely regain himself. The pee was pushing more and more towards the exit of his body, into his pants. He tried to squeeze his legs together against his crotch. “Pablo are you ok-.” Pablo lost it. Too much pee, too weak crotch muscles. It blew out of his private and against his boxers. Leaking down his hairy legs and on the sidewalk. They ALL noticed. Pablo tried to regain his composure but could not. He shook from embarrassment. “Oh nasty Pablo!” screamed Jennie. She and Christy covered their mouths and walked away. Pablo turned red, and John let his pee release as well in an orgasmic frenzy. The end.
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    Yuki's career as a teacher begins when she arrives at a school with a rather strange name, and a very strange secret... A game from a few years ago, which I recently decided to translate into English. If you get stuck, there's a hint to be found in a book somewhere.

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  16. I saw an older thread with a similar title to this, but to my dismay, it died a few years ago. It had a lot of good responses, and was very long, and I decided to bring it back since it seemed to be popular! Let's fill this one up even more! Also, if a book has already been posted on the other thread, please don't repost it here. Books in a series are totally okay. To start us off, here are a few of my most recent reads that I noticed: In Housewitch, the main character's seven-year-old son wets himself at a birthday party he is forced to attend, humiliating himself in front of everyone and fueling his mom's wraith towards her neighborhood. Pretty Girl-13 is about an abducted girl struggling to remember what happened to her for the past three years. The book opens with a second-person account of her abduction, which happened as she went out to go pee in the forest during a camping trip. In Bloody Jack, the first book of the same-name series, Mary/Jacky talks about disguising herself on the ship as a boy, and how at first she pretends to use the ship's urinals, then squat over them when nobody's looking, until finally she gets sick of that and installs a chamber pot in her room. In The Testing, there's a LOT of discussion about bathrooms in the post-apocalyptic United States, all done in first person. The first two-hundred pages have descriptions of what they look like and the character constantly using the bathrooms, usually about three/four times each chapter. Two notable scenes include when the main character is taking a long test(duh) and gets thirsty, but: "I didn't dare raise my hand, as I didn't want to use the toilet later and waste my time." The second notable scene is when her roommate hangs herself due to the pressure of the tests, and it's heavily implied that she's wet herself. Speaking of hanging, in the first book in the Mary Quinn(?) series, called The Spy in the House, opens with a scene of the main girl preparing for a hanging, and is describing a pool of urine where she's standing that was left by the girl who was hung before her. In the second book of that series, The Body in the Tower, Mary dresses up as a poor pageboy to investigate grisly murders that are plaguing the poor of Victorian London. The first scene is when she works with a boy around her age in construction, and they do a poor job and their boss chews them out in such an aggressive way that the boy wets himself in fright, and Mary quietly says she feels sorry for her. VERY detailed, with the sound, smell, and sight all explained. The second scene comes when Mary is sharing a room with another co-worker, and she wakes up extremely desperate to pee but unwilling to blow her cover, so she lies in bed thinking about the previous day's events and being tortured by both a person pumping water into a bucket and her co-worker waking up and taking a: 'long, hissing piss that made her own bladder scream in protest." The second he leaves, she goes before she wets herself. The desperation is nice, lasting for a few pages. That trilogy in particular has a lot of other scenes describing the lack of sanitation in Victorian London and the woes of the poor as a result, making me wonder if that author has some kinks.... .....And that's all I can think of currently. I sure hope this gets as filled-up as the last one!
  17. It starts 16:12 minutes into the video . It the dad. I don't know but his legs twitching and reactions are awesome. Watch from there to the very end and tell me what you think:
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    Hi this is another request from Fire Emblem, Illyana, I think it is not my best drawing, but I wanted to share it anyway
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    No!!! Don´t look at me!!! Why are you doing this to me?!!!!
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    Well, well! Just eight hours chained and you piss your pants! What kind of superheroine are you?
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    This is a piece I drew for my partner of his 'fursona;, Zest. He also wrote a little story to go with it which can be found here:

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  22. It was a college Halloween party. The men were handsome, but the girls were gorgeous. There was one girl, Elba, who spent the night shoving tacos down her throat. She ended up having to run to the bathroom, holding her gut. There were of course other girls there. College, beautiful girls. Six of them were about to have a hell of a night. One of which, one of them would never forget. Because that one person did not make it to the toilet in time. There were six girls. Amy, who wore a cowgirl outfit from the old west. She had on a tight, white t-shirt that showed her belly button area, with skinny jeans, and tan boots that reached the knees. She had a large cowgirl hat, and the only thing larger was her bladder after several sodas and beers. She made her way to the one bathroom in the house. Then, Blanca. She was dressed as a sexy cat. Tight black boots and jumpsuit, with nylons over the exposed legs. With little freckles and whiskers painted don her face. Lana was dressed as a sexy elf. She wore a green top hat, tight black pants, which stretched over her body from straps. Her belly button was exposed, and belly had enlarged since the party started. Her and Blanca sat there with friends and both said, “I’m about to pee my panties. Be right back.” Jo, was dressed as a superhero. Black outfit, short shorts, her brown hair whisked down her shoulders, and this girl’s bladder had taken in a lot. Too bad it was naturally the size of a bat’s bladder. Alexa followed not long after Jo. She had curly black hair, and wore a short, dark red dress. Wings sprouted from the back. The devil. Krista who dressed in a boxing uniform had tight, red gym pants just above her ankles. Her blonde hair tied up, and black boxing gloves. She soon felt after someone near her poured some drinks was reminded of the river inside of her. Her legs started to shake and she headed upstairs to the one bathroom, praying no one occupied it. However, once she reached there, five other girls stood outside the locked door. All very desperate. There was going to be a mess tonight. “Damn!” Krista said. “How long have you guys been waiting?” “I’ve been here the longest,” Amy said. Her tight jeans became tighter as she struggled to cross her legs and hold the pee that filled more and more inside of her. “About fifteen minutes so far.” Krista’s jaw dropped. She felt as if someone was dribbling a basketball inside of her. She got into line. Her legs tight together and hands in her crotch. Five more minutes went by. Amy was hopping, legs crossed. Behind her was Blanca, who also had her legs crossed in her kitty outfit, and pressed her hands against her stomach; she was in pain. Lana was bent over halfway and legs tight, one hand to her crotch, one on her belly, massaging it. Jo was the only one who seemed in control. She moved a little back and forth, but she was not about to drip on the carpet…at least, that’s not what it looked like. Alexa had her hands on her hips, legs crossed. Krista…well…she did not have much time left it seemed like. Jo said, “Amy, can you knock on the door?” Amy did. Then, she said, “Hey, whoever is in there, there are six of us girls desperate as hell. Come on already!” Lana’s face grew with concern. Her eyes closed as she felt warmth in her crotch area. She whispered to herself, “No…no…please no.” Her tan belly expanded over the waist of her pants. Jo massaged Lana on the back and told her she was going to be alright. But Jo, who still looked in control, was in a darker place in her mind. She landed against the wall, one leg up with the knee out. Was this superhero going to be able to save her panties from a massive flood. Alexa was hopping around, arms around herself as if she were freezing. Sweat beamed out of her head. She said through her teeth, “Oh man, what a night to go commando.” Her legs, due to being crossed for so long, started to fall asleep. She uncrossed them and started to jog in place. The door finally opened. Elba came out looking relieved. “Sorry guys,” she apologized. “But don’t worry, I sprayed it fresh. She left, and Amy darted right into the bathroom, shutting the door from behind her with great force. Amy’s scream of relief echoed throughout the top floor of the house. Blanca though, her was closest to the door, felt the ocean inside of her now in storm mode. She felt waves of agonizing desperation pulse in her bladder. She was rubbing her arms, hopping in place, legs uncrossed but tight together, knees centered. The sound of Amy’s watery relief made her desperation intense. “Oh…oh.” Blanca said. “I..” her teeth jittered, “I can’t…can’t….take it any…anymore.” But the door opened, Amy walked out with a smile, and right when Blanca was headed in someone pulled her from behind and through her to the ground. Blanca grabbed herself quickly and got back control. Lana mouthed the words, “Sorry,” and shut the door behind her. Blanca pulled herself up off of the floor with crossed legs, using the door knob on the bathroom as something to hold onto. She banged on the door, “Hey! Come on, it is my turn! My gut is gonna burst or something.” Lana apologized through the door. Lana felt bad, but she was losing it. Her panties had already been stained just a bit but still. Survival of the fittest, that is what she tells herself to this day. Blanca saw a litter box in the room down the hall. In her cat outfit, she fantasized about taking advantage of the animal’s spot. She then regained sanity and grabbed her crotch. She bent over. Jo, who was bisexual, liked Blanca’s tight butt in the black cat suit. But the power of her hormones worsened her situation and made her dance in place. Alexa stuttered to the front. She begged Blanca, “Blanca, please. I…I…really REALLY need to go.” She was not lying, she felt a boiling, pressure of pain in her bladder. Blanca shook her head. “There’s no way. I’m sorry, but I can’t wait anymore.” Alexa understood. She walked slowly to the back and saw what had become of Krista. Poor Krista. Her legs were crossed, one foot on the floor over one leg and the other knee on the ground. She held herself, shaking as if she were freezing. She was holding her breath, sweating. She did not know what to do. If she moved when it was her turn, it was going to pour out of her. Lana came out, relieved, and Blanca smacked her, and ran in. Inside the bathroom, Blanca reached for the back of her costume. She tried to untie the strings that held it together. She could not stop moving her legs, at risk of making a lake on the bathroom floor. She was fighting a losing battle. She opened the bathroom door, holding her hand out in front of Jo was cried and jumped. Blanca called Krista over. She told her to roll over if she had to, or she was going to have an accident as well. Krista rolled over and Blanca pulled her inside. Krista bit the strings off Blanca’s costume with her teeth, and she relieved herself, then helped Krista onto the throne and she made it as well. Both came out of the bathroom relieved, and went downstairs. Jo was at her bursting point. RED ALERT! Her bladder rung. She tried to go in but Alexa tried to push her out of the way. They were both at the doorway, stuck in, wrestling with each other. “No way!” Jo yelled. “It’s my turn.” Alexa argued, “I can’t make it. Please, I went commando cause this costume can get hot for some reason. If I have an accident, it is full on. Nothing to slow it down.” Jo said, “Sorry, too bad.” Both stuck in the doorway pushed Alexa outwards. Alexa held onto both sides of the bathroom entrance. Alexa said, “There is no way I am peeing myself!” Alexa shot her foot up to Jo’s face. She tried to pull herself in, but Jo put a leg in front of her. “grr go hee grrr,” Alexa muttered in discomfort. Both girls felt their bladders getting hotter. They felt the pee making its way to the exit of the body. Jo and Alexa were in great anxiety. Alexa took a risk, but it was all she could think of. She said, “Water, tsunamis, lots of them bashing against each other.” Jo’s eyes widened. Alexa was trying to get her body to give up, so the way she would give up and Alexa would have the restroom all to herself. Alexa was in pain as well, but she muttered through. “Rain storms. Drippy, drop, lots of watery.” It was working. Jo was losing control. Her muscle’s weakened. She did not wet, but Alexa overpowered her and tossed her aside. Alexa ran inside the bathroom and shut the door. Jo tripped over the railing of the house and fell. Luckily, a guy caught her. She held herself, jumped out of his hands, and headed back for the staircase. “No.” she said to herself. “I am NOT going to pee myself in front of everyone, not here. I can’t.I CAN’T!” As she got to the staircase, a whole new group of girls went up the stairs, very desperate. They all had put off going cause of the line they saw Jo in before in hopes it would die down. Jo crawled up the staircase, hand to crotch. Six new people squirmed in outside the bathroom. Alexa loudly moaned relief from inside. Jo could barely see through her eyes it had gotten so bad. The door opened, the first new girl ran in. Alexa walked over to Jo and helped her up. “Th-thank, you,” Jo muttered. “Oh, don’t worry,” Alexa said. With an evil grin. “I’m not done “helping” you yet. WATER WATER WATER WATER….WATERFALLS!” Jo screamed, “NO NOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. Jo’s floodgates opened and pee rushed out of her. She felt her bladder pumping endlessly. She turned red, and everyone stared. Many laughed. It would not stop flowing out of her. Jo cried and ran out the front door, a trail of yellow following her. She was at home, cleaned up, and crying. Then, a knock at her door. Bobby, her crush from freshmen year was there. He told her it was alright. He left the party because everyone there was a jerk. He told her what she did, accident or not, was hot. They kissed, years later got married, had kids, grew old, and lived happily ever after. The end.
  23. I clicked to delete my account this morning. I was scared to stay on this site. I haven't seen anything bad. It been nice sharing experiences with people like me, but I'm always afraid someone's gonna post something and get everyone on here in trouble. Like inappropriate illegal photos. I don't want people to find out I have this fetish. Again I haven't seen anything bad get posted but it a fetish site so I worry. I dont want my account deleted. Can the administrators please NOT delete my account. I went to cancel the request but it was already back to nirmal. And I got an email confirming my account was revived. Was it because I logged out and back on?
  24. I have some great ideas. One for Castle since I've yet to find a Beckett fanfic story. But itnsomeone else's characters. I don't want to be sued.
  25. Like any needing to pee or desperation from any of the women in the show?