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  1. This story starts in Tostarena Town,Located in the Sand Kingdom. Princess Peach decided to continue her vacation in the Sand Kingdom. Right now,She was inside a restaurant located in the town. She was staring at the podium of the restaurant,Where Mario was performing along side some of the residents of tostarena. Peach was bouncing up and down,But not to the tune of her music. Rather,It was because her bladder was pretty full. The Sand Kingdom was known for being very hot. So she drank a lot of water prior to arriving to the restaurant. While she kept bouncing,She looked over and saw the restrooms. Peach decided to leave the spot she was standing on so that she could relieve herself. She entered the restroom with a smile and grabbed one of the door handles. "Occupied!" Peach's smile disappeared as she knocked on the next stall. "I'm sorry! I'm going to be here for a while!" Peach then had a frown on her face as she knocked on the last stall. "Sorry! It's occupied!" Peach sighed and left the restroom. If she had to guess,The tourists were the ones using the restroom. The residents of Tostarena themselves were a race of skeletons. So peach didn't really think they would need to use bathrooms. She went back to the spot and looked at the podium just as Mario finished performing. The audience started cheering while peach applauded. Mario got off the stage and went to the Princess. "You did great!" Peach clapped for Mario while he smiled. "C'mon! Let's see what else they have here in Tostarena." Peach said as she grabbed Mario's hand and walked out of the Restaurant with him. Peach lagged behind Mario slightly while she had one hand between her legs. Mario then saw an Ice Cream stand and pointed at it. "Hmm? Oh,Sure! You can go get some!" Mario raised and eyebrow and pointed at the princess. "Hmm? Oh,No. I don't need any. I'm good." Mario nodded and walked towards the stand. Peach looked around only to see a fountain in front of her. She whined as she placed her other hand between her legs. A tostarenan walked past. "Umm...Excuse me..." The tostarenan faced her. "Do you happen to have any...restrooms around here?" The tostarenan nodded and pointed at a portable toilet. Peach smiled and took a step towards it. "(Wait....What if Mario comes back and he thinks i'm missing...Maybe i should-)" Her thoughts were interrupted when she was shoved aside by a tourist. "Sorry! I'm about to burst!" Peach managed to stay on her feet while the tourist banged the door shut. Peach quickly tightened her grip between her legs and regained control of her bladder. She sighed... "(There goes my chance for relief)" She was then tapped on the shoulder by Mario. She turned around and saw him holding a cone of ice cream. "Oh! You're back! Sweet. Let's continue!" Peach said with excitement. Though,part of that was because she was hoping she could find somewhere to get relief soon. The two continued to walk until they stopped by a Jaxi. "Hello there...I'm what you call a Jaxi. For 30 coins,i will take you to the ruins of Tostarena." Mario looked at Peach and waited for an answer. Peach nodded and Mario payed the fee. The two then got on the Jaxi's back. "Hold on tight. Because i go really fast!" Jaxi said as he prepared to dash. He then started running towards,Rocking Mario and Peach up and down in the progress. Peach held onto Jaxi to avoid falling off. What she couldn't hold onto however was her bladder,as she could feel a spurt escaping. Peach wanted to place her hands back between her legs,But she was sure that holding onto Jaxi was more important. Thankfully,After what seemed like 2 minutes they stopped at the ruins. Mario and Peach hopped off Jaxi while peach tried to keep the urine in her bladder. "(I'm about to burst! I need to pee now!!!!)" Peach looked around and saw a bunch of pillars around,with the Tostarena ruins just up ahead. Whoever,There were a bunch of Goombas up ahead. Seeing the opportunity.... "Hey,Mario? Could you make that path safe for us?" Peach said as she pointed at the Goombas. Mario nodded and ran towards the Goombas. As soon as he was gone,Peach placed her hands between her legs and ran behind a pillar. She lifted her skirt and yanked down her panties,wich were a little wet. She then squatted down and a stream of urine immediately jetted out of her. She let out a relieved sigh while looking at the pee stream that darkened the sand below her. She then looked over and saw that Mario was still fighting the Goombas. She kept her eyes on him as she continued to empty her bladder. she let out a moan as her stream started to weaken. She let out some drops and then pulled up her panties. She then got away from the pillars and saw that Mario finished getting rid off the goombas. Mario came back and pointed at the cleared path. "Nice! Now then..Let's take a look at the ruins!" Mario nodded and started walking. Peach followed him while looking back at the spot where she peed. She was sweating because of how hot it was,but she'd rather have that than a full bladder.
  2. I recently got a drawing tablet and i've been having a lot of fun making art and experimenting with it. Here is a wetting drawing i made with my tablet. I intend on making more art and sharing it here. Story: Nineteen year old Alexis Bailey is the star athlete of her university. She excels at many sports. Today she's competing in a citywide championship 10 mile race. At the start of race day Alexis over sleeps and has to skip her morning pee as she rushes to catch the bus to take her to the race. As she arrives at the start line she feels a strong urge to pee. Alexis ignores her ever worsening need to pee as she outruns everyone else. As Alexis approaches the finish line she starts to leak uncontrollably. She continues peeing as she sprints towards the finish line, coming in first, and a little wet.
  3. Hey, it's been a while since I've posted a story. I've been toying around with the concept behind this story for a while, but couldn't figure out how to make it work until a week and a half ago, when the words just really started to flow from my brain onto the keyboard. A week ago I even announced in a status update that I was going to get this story done and posted by the end of today (along with a little preview you might have already read), and for once I finally met my deadline. ===== The City Without a Ladies Room It's hard to focus on work, or much of anything else when you really have to pee. I didn't need to pee, I had used the men's room only an hour ago. But I was still quite distracted because of my co-worker Erin, because I knew she really had to pee quite badly. Erin had come in shortly before 8 AM, sipping on a large Starbuck's coffee. She had finished draining it within an hour and helped herself to several refills with office coffee throughout the day. I know what you're thinking, Erin could just take a quick break to visit the ladies room when she inevitably needed to pee after all that coffee. I would have thought the same thing, until I moved here recently to take this job. I had spent the first day traveling the city shopping for stuff for my apartment. I was always able to find a men's room in department stores, restaurants, and the malls. There were even plenty of urinals out in public places, often without much of any privacy screens, which plenty of men freely used. But throughout the entire day I never saw a single ladies room. I began to realize as the day went by that many of the women I saw looked rather uncomfortable, especially the women working the stores I visited. Many of the women I saw kept shifting their legs around anxiously, a few were even openly holding themselves. It seemed that all the women I saw needed to pee, some of them quite badly by mid-afternoon. I soon realized they had been holding it all day since they had left home. But there was nowhere for the women to go, so they all just held it without complaint as they continued to work or shop, as if this was an ordinary thing. Women in this city were expected to hold it until they got home where they could finally use their own toilet. Back to the present, Erin's love for her Starbuck's coffee was only making the lack of a ladies room even more of a problem for her bladder situation as the day went on. To my surprise Erin was fine throughout the morning despite draining several large cups of coffee. I guess when you can't pee in public and you love your coffee you build up a larger bladder overtime. But by the early afternoon Erin finally began to get fidgety and shift her legs around as she worked at her desk, but that didn't stop her from grabbing yet another coffee soon after coming back from lunch. By 3 PM Erin was openly crossing her legs as we worked together on a project. She clearly needed to pee, probably quite badly by now, yet she was just starting on her 5th cup of coffee by my count. I had been silent on the subject all day, but given how bad her bladder situation appeared to be getting, and how we still had another 2 hours of work left, I had to say something. "Erin, is that coffee really a good idea considering how much you've already had today?" I asked her. "Truthfully, it's probably not Jeff. I've already gotta piss pretty bad when I get home, I haven't gone in 8 hours already" she admitted sheepishly as she took another sip of coffee, all while continuing to squirm around anxiously in her seat. "Then maybe you shouldn't drink the rest of that cup of coffee, otherwise it'll make you need to pee even worse" I suggested sensibly. "I mean what is it, your 5th one today Erin? You must be dying to pee already, and we've still got 2 more hours left until quitting time!". "I know, but I'm addicted Jeff, I've gotta have my coffee. Surely you understand, you've had nearly as much coffee as me Jeff " she pointed out, with an eye on my own coffee cup. "Yes, but I've already had to use the office men's room 3 times today because of drinking all that coffee Erin. You haven't been able to go even once, and you've had more coffee then me already due to that large Starbuck's coffee you picked up on the way to work!" I pointed out. I left it unsaid how badly I had needed to pee before visiting the men’s room each time, I'm sure it's the last thing Erin would have wanted to hear while dealing with such a full bladder. "Oh, don't worry about me Jeff, I can handle a little more coffee" Erin insisted without concern. Her coffee cup was anything but 'little' like she insisted. "I know I said I really had to pee bad when I got home, but I can hold it till then Jeff. This is hardly the first time I've risked having one too many cups of coffee out in public, I'm used to dealing with the consequences of my caffeine addiction Jeff. Now let's get back to work, shall we?". I tried to focus on work with Erin like she asked, but it was extremely difficult to. Erin was already quite the eye candy to look at with her beautiful long dark hair, her slender body, and her warm smile. Not to mention she was about my age, mid-20's. How could I possibly focus on work when a girl like that was sitting next to me bursting for a pee, and squirming around in her seat in the sexiest way? How could I focus on work when I knew that Erin still had to hold on for several more hours, because there were no lady's rooms in the city? How could I focus on work when Erin insisted on continuing to drink more coffee anyway despite her obviously desperate need to pee? Bad as the situation was for Erin, the thought that she might not be able to make it excited me. Let's just say I was very glad that my crotch was hidden from Erin's view at that moment. By 4:30 PM, with 9 and a half hours separating her from her last trip to her toilet at home, and her 5th cup of coffee fully drained, Erin couldn't sit still anymore. She rocked back and forth at the edge of her seat, trying to jam her heel against her pee hole as she tried to focus on her work. A quick look around the office told me that Erin was hardly alone in her struggle. Even the women who had tried to avoid drinking too much throughout the day had built up a large supply of piss in their bladder by now. The women were all clearly eager to rid themselves of their brewing load of boiling piss when they got home, some more then others, as seen by all their uncomfortable squirming. But none of them had drank as much coffee as Erin had, so she probably needed a piss the worst of all. "Ok, maybe that last cup of coffee was a mistake Jeff" Erin finally admitted as she held herself. "I know you're thinking it Jeff, don't deny it" she added. "I was debating telling you 'I told you so', but now I don't have to" I admitted. "I know you really love your coffee Erin, but you had to know you'd be feeling it later like this when you drank so much. Why do you do it to yourself when you know you won't be able to pee for a number of hours?". "Because I refuse to let the availability of a toilet dictate my life Jeff" Erin answered stubbornly as she continued to squirm around anxiously in her seat. “And besides, if I didn’t need to piss bad by now towards the end of my shift, I’d be severely dehydrated Jeff. So, it’s better for me to drink a bunch of coffee like you guys, even if I can’t pee for a long while. My bladder will just have to deal with it and wait till I’m home”. "Have you ever had to find a secluded alley to take a leak because you had too much coffee and waited too long?" I asked curiously. "No! That's gross and illegal Jeff!" she answered with disgust. "And no, I wouldn't consider doing such a disgusting thing even if it were legal, I’d still hold it!" she added, with her legs now tightly crossed. "You guys may be able to drink your coffee and pee whenever you want, but not me, us ladies just have to hold it Jeff". I'm sure the last half hour of work stretched out the slowest for Erin. By now I felt myself needing to pee yet again from my last coffee, and it was quickly becoming more urgent. I knew I should just get up and use the men's room, especially before I left the office. But I didn't want to miss a second of Erin's desperate struggle, so I held it with her without saying anything about my need. When the clock finally hit 5 PM Erin was too busy typing up an email to notice the time, and I selfishly kept silent about it. I wondered how much longer Erin would keep working and delay her trip home for a much-needed piss if I said nothing. Erin was my next-door neighbor at the apartment I had recently moved into, so we both took the same bus to and from work. I knew we didn't need to rush out of the office right away at 5 PM to catch the first bus home, but we couldn't waste too much time before leaving either. It took 10 minutes before Erin finally realized what time it was, I was almost glad when she finally did, as I really needed to pee by that point. "Jeff look at the time! We need get moving, otherwise we'll miss the first bus home" Erin announced anxiously as she moved to shut her computer down. I quickly followed suit. "I'm glad the workday is finally over Jeff. I really want to get home so that I can pee for the first time in 10 hours" she added happily as she fidgeted her legs around. "Now that you mention it, I've definitely got to pee before we leave Erin. I wish the men's room wasn't in the opposite direction of the elevator" I told her. I wasn't trying to purposely delay Erin farther, I was seriously doubting that I could hold it till I got back home if I tried. I was about ready to grab my cock through my pants in desperation. Still, I couldn't help but feel insensitive telling Erin I needed to stop and take piss before we left, knowing that Erin needed to pee much worse and had been holding it for much longer. Erin gave me an annoyed look. "We don't have time for you to run across the building for a piss Jeff, we'll miss the first bus for sure if you do. Just use the public urinals in the lobby area" Erin suggested in a matter-of-fact tone as she beckoned me to follow her to the elevator. She was referring to several urinals by the front door of the office building with practically no privacy except for your turned back. While I didn't have anything against using a urinal with basically no privacy, the thought of using it in front of Erin and the other women who hadn't been allowed to pee all day by the city sounded downright cruel to the girls. "I think it would be better for both of us if I just ran to the men's room and caught up with you at the bus stop" I suggested as we waited for the elevator. Rather than accept my suggestion and leave it at that, Erin refused to drop the subject. "What's wrong with just using the urinals in the lobby area Jeff? You aren't pee shy, are you?" she asked me frankly as she crossed her legs and squirmed around anxiously. Did Erin somehow not mind seeing other guys piss away in the urinals next to her, even when she badly needed relief herself? "No Erin. I just don't want to be the jerk who pees right in front of a bunch of desperate women like you who haven’t been able to pee all day" I explained as we entered the elevator. I thought my answer should have been obvious to Erin already. To my surprise, rather than be grateful, I saw a flash of annoyance on Erin's face. "I figured you must have felt that way when you didn't want to use the urinals Jeff. A lot of the guys who are new to the city feel pee shy like that around the public urinals at first" Erin said sympathetically, as she openly held herself and continued to squirm around anxiously. "Jeff, do you really think me, and the other women haven't seen guys using the public urinals countless times when we already really need to pee?" she asked me gently. "Well... I admit I'm so new to this city that I never thought of that. I guess with how prevalent the public urinals are it's silly to think you haven't" I admitted. Erin nodded in acknowledgement as she crossed her legs. "But that doesn’t mean that it’s not being really unfair to you ladies" I added, to which Erin rolled her eyes. "It's an everyday occurrence Jeff. I won't mind if you pee in the lobby area urinals in front of me, neither will the other office women. We see it all the time Jeff, it's nothing new" she reassured me. "Besides, the urinals are met for you guys to use Jeff. It wouldn't be fair to you for me and the ladies to tell you to just not to use them". Silence stretched between us as I tried to wrap my head around Erin's reassurance and gentle encouragement, all while my bladder continued to bother me. Part of me thought that Erin's attitude on the subject made some sense given how long she'd lived in the city. But the other part of me couldn't get over the fact that a woman who hadn't peed in over 10 hours and had 5 large cups of coffee during that time (enough to make me piss myself twice) was trying to encourage me to pee in a urinal in front of her. I was anxious and still had to piss like a racehorse when we got to the ground floor, but Erin no doubt needed to piss much worse then me. I glanced over at Erin again, she was holding so much boiling piss back that she had a noticeable bladder bulge, which her pants were painfully digging into. Erin continued to fidget around anxiously and subtly grab her crotch as she stepped off the elevator. "Erin, are you sure you want me to pee in the urinals instead of dashing to the men's room?" I asked her. "Yes! Just go pee in the urinal already Jeff! I won't look" she promised impatiently as she shook her legs around. "Just try and hurry it up so that we make the first bus ok. You aren't the only one who really needs to piss Jeff!". In that moment Erin's insistence on me peeing in the urinal suddenly made a lot more sense. She was impatient to get home, and release her heavy load of boiling piss, that had been troubling her bladder for hours now. She was so eager to rid herself of the boiling piss that she was willing to listen to me pee in a urinal right next to her if it got her home to her toilet quicker. I hurried to one of the urinals and began unzipping my pants to take my cock out. Despite her bladder's much greater need then mine, I saw Erin standing just a few feet off to the side rather than waiting for me outside. She waited with politely averted eyes as I began to pee in the urinal practically right next to her. Her legs were already tightly crossed before my noisy piss reached her ears. She began to rock back and forth a bit as she anxiously bit her lower lips upon hearing me start to piss. Erin wasn't the only person around of course. In my peripheral vision I recognized Danielle from HR coming around the corner. She already looked rather uncomfortable after holding it for the entire workday. Her steps were as hurried as possible in high heels, and she had a noticeable bladder bulge stretching her skirt. When she realized I was pissing in one of the urinals I saw her grimace and openly hold herself. But like Erin had promised she said nothing, instead she hobbled her way past me and left through the front door. Part of me couldn't help but be turned on by how Erin & Danielle suffered in silence as I continued to piss away. My cock began to harden, which slowed my piss down considerably. My piss and my partial erection were basically taunting Erin's poor swollen bladder. I felt guilty when I saw a bit of false hope in Erin's eyes that my slowing piss met that I was nearly done, only for the hope to vanish when I managed to resume pissing with full force again. I felt guilty all over again. How could I expect Erin to be fine with waiting patiently for me as I finished my relieving piss, all while she was expected to wait and remain in dire of need of relief for herself? And yet Erin was the one who didn't see a problem with this unfair situation! She had insisted repeatedly that I piss in the urinals in front of her! I wondered again why she didn't just wait right outside for me where she wouldn't have to listen to me piss right next to her. At times like this it disturbed me how much Erin and the other women of the city unquestionably obeyed the city's expectation that they hold it without complaint for however long they're away from home. Erin had been desperate to pee all afternoon, and I hadn't heard one complaint from her about how unfair it was that I got to pee while she had to hold it for much of her day. Any doubt I might have had when Erin denied ever peeing in a secluded alley when her bladder situation became too much for her to handle vanished. If she wanted to do so in secret to rid herself of what must have been a gallon of boiling piss brewing in her bladder by now without me around to witness it she could have easily been doing that right now. When I finally finished my relieving piss after a long minute I flushed. Erin visibly flinched at the sound as she squirmed around and clawed at her crotch anxiously. I hurried to zip my pants back up as I turned to face Erin. "Feel better now Jeff?" she asked with surprising calm despite her desperate fidgeting. "You sounded like you really needed it, I didn't think you'd go on for so long". "Yes, but you could have just waited for me outside Erin" I pointed out. "I could. But I figured it's better to help you get over your pee shyness now rather than later Jeff. You'll thank me later, it'll be a lot more convenient for you to be able to use any of the public urinals" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Now let's get moving Jeff, I seriously need to get home so that I can pee, I definitely had way too much coffee today". ===== That's it for now, let me know what you think. I intend to write more in this series. I'm uncertain if I'll stick to focusing on Erin, or focus on other characters to explore how a city without a ladies room effects other people in other occupations.
  4. I'm sorry, I don't know how to post videos from the internet here, but this is the link: http://www.xtube.com...p?v=r00i7-S648- Even though I'm not really into female desperation, I still liked this one :)
  5. So I found this online. Apparently, it's from Hamster Jovial, a comic that ran in a French music magazine. I thought it was funny and figured I'd post it. The dialogue reads (according to Google Translate): What do you want now, with all this bullshit of gender equality, emancipation of women, M.L.F. and all the circus, there is no more room for us on Earth, what! Oh I swear... You said it... *Laughs in French* I also found this from the same strip:
  6. Another one from the vault. Mako walked into the restroom with as much confidence as she'd enter any room. Her first glance was at the row of toilet stalls. All three were occupied. "Damn," she said under her breath. She would have preferred it not come to this, but she'd known perfectly well it might, and was up to the task. With undiminished confidence, she leisurely cut a diagonal path across the square-tiled room and snatched at the paper towel dispenser, which surrendered her two jagged-edged rectangles with a deep rumble. Clutching the coffee-colored paper in her hand like a mouse in the talons of a hawk, she casually strolled up to the row of urinals, taking her place right between two that were presently occupied. The young user of the fixture on her left shifted his position shyly, giving himself more woman-free personal space, then tried to continue with his business, all while keeping his gaze off Mako and pretending that he hadn't noticed her. The reaction on the right was more overt. The man using that urinal jerked in surprise when he saw the appealingly-dressed woman walking up next to him. He quickly cut off his stream, and zipped up his fly after everything was tucked away. "Don't be ashamed," Mako said, shooting him a cocky smile. "It's not that small." He stood there, his face bubbling with several emotions, but he was obviously unsure how to express them to this stranger in this strange situation. Mako looked at the device she was about to make use of. She had seen a few urinals in her life, but had never paid much attention to them, since she'd never had to use one. It was a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of dull white ceramic. It began about two and a half feet off the floor with a trough that looked like the bleached mandible of a parrot. A vertical hood went up either side for about two feet until they met a horizontal mantle that proudly displayed the company logo and served as the foundation for a piece of corroded plumbing, shaped almost like an old fashioned pump, where the flush handle was located and where the source of the water for flushing met the porcelain fixture. As she sized it up, she spoke to her fellow restroom-users. "Well? Isn't anybody gonna ask what I'm doing here?" "This is the men's room, you..." "Yeah, I know what room this is," Mako said. "The urinals and penises clued me in." Having determined how to deal with a urine receptacle designed for a man, she spun around and prepared to relieve herself. "The line to the ladies' room is a mile long," she continued, "and I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a piss." "You can't just barge in here!" Mako zeroed in on the man's face with an intimidating glare. "I can do whatever I want, so far as there's nobody to force me not to." Without taking her eyes off him, she reached up into her skirt to pull her panties down to the bottom of her thighs. "I don't need any man to tell me what I am or am not permitted to do." She hiked her skirt up and thrust her bottom in the direction of the urinal, showing no modesty. "If you want a woman to act humble and meek at the sound of your voice, then go pay for a hooker." Without a word, the man left the room. "I hope he isn't employed here, because he didn't wash his hands," Mako quipped as she let loose on the urinal like a sandblaster on a wall. The other person at a urinal, who was still having some trouble completing his business, smiled nervously at this. The next thing that came out of Mako's mouth was an uninhibited moan of pleasure. For a few moments it looked like the woman was connected to the urinal by a rope of translucent yellow. The force of the evacuation caused her muscular thighs to become adorned with glistening droplets as some of her output ricocheted off the back of the urinal. Her impatient bladder was forcing so many milliliters out per second that her session with the device of male convenience was short. The almost solid-looking stream thinned out and bent downward, like water from a drinking fountain when pressure it taken off the button. Mako cut it off when it started to splatter on the floor. Then she wiped herself with the paper towels she'd taken. They were much more coarse than toilet paper, and her face betrayed a slight look of discomfort when she raked one of them across the most sensitive part of her body. She did the rest of the wiping much more gently. She kept the moist paper between two fingers on her left hand as she pulled up her panties and pushed down the handle to wash away her golden offerings to the porcelain god. She tossed it in the wastebasket on her way to the sinks. As Mako went to wash her hands, she again brushed elbows with the young man who'd used the urinal to her left. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, pointed bulge in his pants. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "I...I wasn't looking." Once her hands were cleaned and dried by more of the brown paper towels, she pushed her way out the door, and relished the looks of surprise she got when she walked out of the men's room.
  7. NaquanH

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    Here is an rpg game made by 仮名A. You are a male knight who is sent to keep the region safe from evil. You are accompanied by a very young magician named Amy. You wlll also be able to get others girls to travel with you if you met the requirements. The game runs with RPG maker VX ace Your computer need to be in japanese locale to play it. There is a changelog in the readme to see what's new, so check it out if you have a chance. I believe that the game is still in development. I'll keep the versions up-to-date. Enjoy the game!

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    This is part 1 and 3 of another Jade video featuring ladies unable to hold their pee long enough to find a toilet. The ladies duck into an alley and have massive wetting accidents in their panties and pantyhose, resulting in embarrassing wet shorts and skirts along the way. There is also a "bonus" scene with a young lady dashing into the alley and wetting her shorts. Enjoy!

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    Hello again. MKFan200 here with another animation...at a whole whopping 5300 frames! Geez! I'm actually shocked on this one because I didn't intend for it to go on that long; but it ended up doing exactly that. What a pain...I won't be doing another like this one for awhile now. It's actually longer than 2:30 minutes; which was not the intention. I made a small story for this...Kairi, Namine, and Xion are on a vacation at a getaway resort; and have their own little cottage to themselves. During that morning, all three girls are feeling the effects of drinking too much juice from a party yesterday...now they all really have to go! They didn't even bother getting dressed because all three are that desperate...but alas...the bathroom has only two toilets!? Who will go first!? I had this one done for awhile now; but it was only now that I decided to upload it. This one had numerous problems due to the models...all of them had SOME issue that I ran into while animating this. Even now in completed state, the Namine model is going to look weird. Idh why...perhaps it was because it was a base model for rigging clothes on...that's really it...I have nothing beyond that guess. I also had to use two Kairi models for what I was going with (one wearing underwear, one nude)...which is why you'll see her panties change color when she's taking them off. And for the life of me, I can't find a model for a pair of white panties that isn't attached to a model...so I had to make do with what I had. Still...I made do and a couple people (1 person) said it looked great prior before release...so I hope you all enjoy this one. To the individual who was reviewing my animations, I did try to make it transparent...but I need to play with it more before I try that more often. If the transparency isn't set to the right spot, it ends up looking like water...so it'll look more solid for a bit until I get better with it. In addition, I updated all of my videos...all of them now have credits to where each resource used was found. CREDITS Kairi and Namine in underwear: Reseliee Xion: I was unable at this time to find the maker...I will have to give a raincheck on the credit here for now Toilet: MocaAngel Nude Kairi base: Kazuki9484 Bathroom: swiftcat-mooshi Outside stage: MMD3DCGParts Doors: ろっし Panties: amiamy111 Pee effect by E教授: 水/液体/流体シミュレーションver2.0

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  10. 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!
  11. Like any citizen, I like to keep my afternoons for otium. I had no engagements that day, so decided I would entertain myself by reading, and with my slaves. At that time there were three that I preferred to screw, Leena, Hannah and Emily. I had also just bought Martha and although I’d taken her several times on her first day, I had not taken her since. Those were the four who were on shift that afternoon. I made sure of that. I instructed them in the morning that they had to seek my permission before they could relieve themselves. Then I set them to their morning tasks and told them they must attend upon me in the courtyard for lunch and after. I put them out of my mind while I busied myself with paperwork on my property and investments. Shortly before lunch Leena did interrupt me once. Politely she curtseyed and asked me to excuse her. She wriggled appealingly as she bobbed down and it was obvious to me that she was bursting for a pee. I pretended ignorance and asked her for what she wanted to be excused. ‘Master,’ she said, ‘I really do need to use a pot.’ She glanced sideways at the empty chamber pot in the corner of my room. I asked what she needed to use it for. ‘Master, I need relief.’ ‘Have you finished your tasks? And is my lunch ready?’ ‘No, Master. Not yet. But I fear that…’ I didn’t let her finish. I hoped that she feared she might lose control and wet the floor. She looked as if she might. ‘Well then, finish your tasks and prepare my lunch. Once I have eaten I may feel more indulgent to allowing you to indulge your needs.’ She looked confused. I was normally kinder to my slaves and she was not used to an unreasonable refusal from me. I took advantage of the pause to order her away. ‘Go and finish your tasks and do not disturb me again until you call me to lunch. Leena, go!’ She curtseyed again, turned and left. I am sure I saw a slight shudder as she did so. Her need to empty herself was getting desperate. She looked to someone around the corner and out of sight from me and shook her head, then walked away, down the hall. It was Martha who appeared and trotted after her, hand pressed into her crotch. Shortly Emily appeared. ‘Master. Your lunch is ready in the courtyard.’ ‘Thank you. Emily, do you need to wee?’ She blushed charmingly as she replied, dropping eye contact. ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Well, you’ll just have to hold it, and do stop fidgeting. I’ll be there shortly.’ ‘Yes Master.’ I tidied my desk and walked to the courtyard. It formed an enclosed garden in the centre of the house. A cloistered arcade made each of the four sides, with the roof open to the sky and the midday sunshine. Hannah closed the door behind me as I entered the cloister. I would be alone with the four girls for the rest of the day. ‘Hannah.’ ‘Yes Master?’ ‘I think some of the girls may need the toilet. Could you please bring a sand tray for them?’ ‘Yes Master.’ She was not able to stop herself from squeezing herself between her legs as she spoke. She needed a piss too. I sat down at the table in the shade and watched Hannah walk away, admiring how her short tunic displayed her slim legs. She nodded at Emily, who hurried after her. They came back with a large wooden tray and two canvas buckets of sand. Hannah put the tray down where I indicated, close to my seat. She curtseyed when she did so; her hem rose momentarily to the top of her soft thighs and I caught a quick flash of the pink delta of the lips between her legs. The mischievous girl had removed her loincloth and was now naked under her tunic. I was sure that the flash was no accident, her tunic seemed hitched slightly higher under her belt than before. Emily helped her pour sand into the tray and spread it evenly. I’m sure that it was no accident that Hannah bent over in front of me briefly, to flash me again. Both curtseyed when the job was done, and Emily glanced at Leena. She and Martha were standing nearby, both pee-dancing. I guessed that the girls had agreed that Leena would be the first to ask for permission. They thought of her as most likely to persuade me to indulge them. Indeed, she was. ‘Master.’ ‘Yes, Leena?’ ‘Master, may I use the sand, please?’ I said nothing, I just gave her the look that asked, why? ‘Master, if I can’t use the sand I think I’m going to wet myself. I really, really need to pee.’ I nodded and smiled. She visibly relaxed. ‘Thank you Master.’ She lifted the hem of her tunic as she turned and hurried to the tray. By the time she got there she had undone her loincloth and it dropped to the ground. I got a quick glimpse of her peachy, rounded buttocks and then she turned sideways on, naked from the waist down, and squatted over the sand, feet astride the tray. She had been desperate. She was already watering the sand as she lowered her bum towards it. She leaned forward, crouching on her toes, hugging her knees. A glistening line of pee squirted forward, bubbling, pooling and cutting into the sand. She parted her thighs slightly to watch that she was peeing into the tray. Then she sighed and closed her eyes, relaxing now she no longer had to struggle to control her bodily functions. She had been full. She kept pissing and pissing and the puddle below her grew. I could see the other girls now looking at her slightly resentfully. They too needed to tend to their fullness and it was almost paining them to have to wait while they watched and heard Leena relieving herself in front of them. Martha had both hands under her tunic, squeezing herself closed from front and back. She could not stand still, wriggling her hips. Nor could Hannah or Emily. Hannah had both hands pressed to her crotch, and was almost marching on the spot. Emily was holding her arms stiffly by her side but kept crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, head up and staring at the blue sky. I tried not to be distracted. Leena was still squirting a steady stream. The sight of her femininity; squatting to pee and the vulnerable display of her naked thighs and bum was having an enjoyable effect on my masculinity. She had now turned her head to look at me and saw she had my complete attention. She smiled and kept weeing. She now balanced herself with one hand on the floor and slightly raised her bum as her flow softened. She decided to finish and cut off the stream to a few drips. Emily handed her a cloth which she dropped on the sand once she had wiped herself dry. I wondered which girl would ask me for permission next. They all had the good sense not to interrupt me while I’d been enjoying Leena’s performance. The silence was broken by the sound of a sudden loud splattering. Martha’s hands flew up to cover her face and everyone looked at her. The poor girl had been unable to hold on. She had lost control and had started to piss into her loincloth where she stood. A clear stream splashed into a small puddle on the mosaic floor between her sandaled feet. Shocked by the sudden flood she simply stood still, feet apart, and pissed through her underwear. She had no chance of halting the flow of pee. She actually found her muscles were forcing the piss out just as if she were perched on her chamber pot. The back of her thighs tickled with warm, wet dribbles trickling down them. Without thinking about it, she parted her thighs slightly and bent her knees to let the pee run more easily through her loincloth. She was horrified and embarrassed by this dramatic loss of control and feared my anger. Softly, I said, ‘That’s fine Martha, you have my permission to pee. Keep going as long as you need to. There’s no harm done.’ I glanced quickly at each of the other two. They understood that they still needed my permission. Emily groaned. Martha was standing in the middle of a large, still growing puddle. A strong stream of pee was still falling from her, the source hidden in her tunic. Splashes darkened the floor in every direction, except where her feet and legs were blocking the flying droplets. She moved her hands down slightly to uncover her eyes. She looked at me. I smiled and nodded. She visibly relaxed and looked down. Hesitantly, she lifted her hem to look at her wet loincloth, showing me she was still urinating through it. Shortly, she regained control and was able to stop herself peeing. The stream quickly faded, became a tapping of drips and then stopped. Still holding her tunic above her hips she looked at me, wondering what would happen now. I asked, ‘Martha, can you still pee? Have you got more to come?’ She said nothing, but nodded. ‘Go on then. Pee.’ I intended her to undress and finish in the sand tray, but she misunderstood. Deliberately, she wet herself again. As she stood motionless her pale underwear glistened again with wetness and another sparking stream poured forth. She pissed in front of me for a short while and then stopped. ‘Go on!’ I encouraged. And she repeated the entertainment for me. She managed three more quick wettings like that before she was too empty for any more. Then she released her sodden garment and dropped it into the puddle, briefly revealing a small, dark, neatly trimmed bush above her pretty vulva. Yes, I thought, I will see much more of that. Leena was there with a cloth for her to dry herself, and the two of them then got on with drying the puddle on the floor. That left the other two, Emily and Hannah, to use the tray. Who first, I wondered? ‘Emily. Please lift your skirt.’ She looked surprised, but thought about it only momentarily, and did as she was told. She was clothed under her tunic but I still enjoyed the sight of her hips and long legs. ‘Hannah, do you wish to use the sand tray now?’ ‘Yes please, Master.’ This was her reward for titillating me earlier with the glimpses of her vagina and bum, naked under her clothes. ‘Go on then Hannah. Don’t make Emily wait too much longer. And Emily, if you really can’t wait, you don’t have my permission to undress. You’ll just have to wet yourself if you’re too desperate.’ Biting her lip, Emily just nodded. Hannah seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. I wondered what she might do to amuse me. She turned away from me, then pushed her tunic off her left shoulder, then the right. It made hardly a sound as it dropped to the floor. Now she was naked, her long hair falling down her back towards her exposed buttocks. Like a statue of Aphrodite, she raised her arms high above her head, hand on wrist, and moved her weight from one leg to another. Her hips curved and swayed below her slender waist. I was entranced. She was naked, but I could not see her breasts or her yoni. She was teasing me, and I was enjoying it. Slowly and precisely, Hannah stepped towards the tray. She turned each foot carefully in front of the other, to sway her hips as she went. She stopped at the side of the tray, facing away from it (and at an angle to me, so I still could not see her tits or her slit). She crouched down on her toes, then balanced herself with her fingertips. Leaning forward she then kneeled on all fours. She moved slightly backwards so her knees were either side of the tray and her crotch was just over the edge of it. Now her legs were parted, I was looking down on her bum and her yoni. A quick, sharp stream shot out of her slit and splashed into the damp sand at the far end of the tray. She turned her head to look behind and make sure she was on target with her peeing, then looked at me, brushing the hair from her face, and smiled. Her piss was arcing through the air to splatter loudly into the tray, splashing sandy drips across the floor behind. Emily stepped back a couple of paces. I had a lovely view of Hannah’s naked body, bum, legs, back and her left breast hanging down and swaying gently. It took all my self-control to remain seated. I wanted to stroke her thighs and feel the soft flesh between her legs. Seeing her peeing in front of me like that made me want to take her immediately. I barely noticed what the other girls were doing while I watched. I was vaguely aware that Emily was wriggling and fidgeting as if she were about to burst. But I kept my eyes on Hannah while she sprayed her pee behind her and into the sand. Hannah kept watching me the whole time she was peeing. After a while, the pressure dropped and the arcing stream started to drop and land closer to her. Shortly it had died to a trickle just dribbling from her and dropping into the edge of the tray below her. When she finished, she wiped herself with a cloth, rose and walked away, still not showing her naked front to me before she vanished into the arcade. I realised that Emily was desperate, both to pee, and to get my attention to ask permission to do so. I nodded to her and glanced at the sand tray. She gave a relieved expression and dashed over to it. She stood astride it, sideways on to my view and lifted her skirts to her waist. As she did that she bent over, sticking her bum out behind her and leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She was already wetting herself, pissing through her loincloth into the wet sand. From the side I had an excellent view of the fierce stream dropping into the sand behind her. She was peeing into her underwear with full force. She looked at me. ‘Master?’ ‘Yes, Emily?’ ‘You did not give me permission to undress. But I don’t think I had time anyway.’ ‘Were you that desperate?’ ‘Yes. I had wet myself a little while waiting for Emily to finish. Then it all started to rush out even before I got to the sand. It was already running down my legs and I just couldn’t stop it.’ ‘You can undress now. Or when you have finished, if you prefer.’ She was weeing the whole time we had that conversation. Still weeing, she tried, one-handed (the other was holding her tunic above her waist) to loosen her loincloth to release it. It took a bit of fumbling, but then it fell away and she was naked below the waist. Now her pee-stream spiralled and flickered, squirting down into the sand with no material to obstruct it. She had nearly finished and it did not take her very much longer to make herself comfortable and shut off the flow. I enjoyed seeing her dry herself down. The afternoon had started well, but I realised I had not even started my lunch. As always, there was too much for me, so I invited the girls to share it with me. There was enough bread, cheese, fruit, beer and wine to sustain us all for the rest of the day. Myself, and four obedient girls, none of whom was wearing any undergarments. Shut in the courtyard together, we would not be disturbed and I intended to enjoy myself.
  12. Okay I know this isn't omo as such but I wanted to share it anyway. So I got home from work and there was a thunderstorm. It was almost pitch black outside and rain was thundering down. I hadn't gone to the bathroom all day at work and had been drinking tea. I waited until my family was away then decided I'd do it in the garden for a bit of fun. I figured I'd get away with it as it was already raining. My neighbours have a view of my garden so I had to be discreet. I started by taking my underwear off and sitting on the back step (I wear a skirt). I then peed a little onto the path. I then stood up, stood with my legs apart a little and peed onto the grass. It felt so good! I then went over to some dirt and squatted down near to my cat, pretending to pet her (in case the neighbours looked!) And peed into the dirt. I let out most of my pee there. I really wanted to do a standing pee on the fence or a distance pee (I can pee standing) but the neighbours might've seen me. I stood up and let out the rest of my pee, standing on the grass. I really want to try standing and peeing outside properly, though. I can aim and piss standing into a toilet. I'd love to try it on a wall or a tree sometime like a real dude ;).
  13. Author's note: The following story takes place in the world of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. Hope you enjoy. It was the middle of January and Shouta was out in forest up in the mountains collecting a special herb to make potions with. He had done this a couple of times by himself before, but this time accompanying him was his familiar, Lucoa. They had spent much of the morning sifting through the snow in an attempt to find the herb Shouta was looking for, but were not having much luck. Around noon time, Shouta was about ready to give up. He was cold, tired, and in major need for a bathroom. The thought of going outside had crossed his mind, but he didn’t want to do it with Lucoa around since she had a tendency to do things that embarrassed him greatly. However, he was reaching his limit and if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to wet himself. “Lucoa, would you mind searching along those bushes over there?” asked Shouta in an attempt to get her away from him. “Sure, Shouta baby,” replied Lucoa with her usual cheerful smile. As she went to go investigate the bushes, Shouta snuck off to go relieve himself. As he was letting loose in the snow, an interesting thought came to him. Shouta then began attempting to write his name in the snow, all though it was with little success as the kanji was barely readable. Suddenly he heard the crunching of snow as Lucoa called out, “I couldn’t find it over there.” Shouta turned around just in time to see Lucoa standing several feet behind him. The sight of her made him stop what he was doing. “What are you doing?” she asked as she started moving closer to him. “Get back you demon!” screamed Shouta as he froze up in fear as he thought of what Lucoa might do. Of course, Lucoa didn’t listen and soon she was standing right next to him, looking down at the yellow snow. “Were you trying to write your name in the snow?” asked Lucoa as she tried to make heads or tails of what had been written in the snow. Realizing that he couldn’t deny it, he said, “Yes I was.” Lucoa looked at him with much curiosity. “Writing your name in the snow is something that all boys try to do at least once in their lives,” stated Shouta, not really knowing why he was trying to defend his actions to her. Regardless of what he said, he knew how weird it must have looked. “I get it,” said Lucoa, “but your writing is terrible. Here let me help.” Before Shouta could say anything, Lucoa made her attempt to help him. However, her attempt to help only made matters worse as a flustered Shouta fought back, partially wetting himself in the process. “STOP IT!” screamed Shouta as he managed to pull away from her and adjusted his now slightly wet pants. “I was only trying to help,” replied Lucoa, a little taken aback by being yelled at. “I didn’t ask for your help,” said Shouta, his usual shy demeanor now replaced with seething rage. “Your always doing things that embarrass me and then act like it’s no big deal and you have no sense of personal boundaries.” “I’m sorry,” replied Lucoa, sensing that she had really done it this time. “I don’t want to hear it from you because I know you don’t mean it. You’re ruining my life. I wish I had never summoned you.” “Shouta, I…” “SHUT UP! I HATE YOU! LEAVE AND DON’T EVER COMEBACK!” screamed Shouta, his anger getting the best of him. The forest was silent for a few moments, but those few moments seemed to last for an eternity. As he calmed down a little bit, he began to recognize that maybe he had gone too far. He then looked up at Lucoa who still had a smile on her face. It was then that he noticed that tears were beginning to form in her eyes. “Okay. If that is what you wish, then I will do as you say,” she then turned around and opened a small portal. As Lucoa entered the portal, she turned her head towards Shouta who was shocked to see the first of what would be many tears running down her cheeks. Then she was gone. “I don’t need you!” screamed Shouta. He then began the short trek to the nearest train station. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was Kobayashi’s day off and she was using it to relax under the kotatsu on this cold January day. Joining her under the kotatsu was her doting dragon maid Tohru. “This is so relaxing,” said Kobayashi as she basked in the warmth of the kotatsu. “Yeah, it feels amazing,” chimed Tohru. “I don’t think I could get up even if I wanted to.” The moment she said that, the two women heard the buzz of the doorbell. “Tohru, could you answer that?” “Why me?” “You’re closer.” “Fine,” said Tohru as she got out from underneath the kotatsu. The doorbell buzzed once more. “I’m coming,” yelled Tohru as she made her way for the door. As she opened the door, she was surprised to see a crying Lucoa standing outside the apartment. “Lucoa, what’s wrong?” Instead of answering her, Lucoa ran into Tohru’s arms, burying her face in Tohru’s ample bosom, and cried hysterically. Lucoa’s crying was enough to draw Kobayashi out from the kotatsu. Kobayashi had never been good at handling these sorts of things. As she walked over to Tohru who was now doing her best to try to comfort her friend, Kobayashi said, “Her crying is going to attract the neighbors. Bring her inside quickly.” Tohru did as she was told. Once they were inside, Tohru sat Lucoa down at the kitchen table and made her something warm to drink. Kobayashi sat down at the table and not really knowing what else to do pushed a box of tissues towards Lucoa. “Thank you,” said Lucoa as she took the tissues and began blowing her nose. “You’re usually so bright and cheerful,” said Kobayashi, “did something happen?” The room was silent except for the sounds of Lucoa’s crying and Tohru’s pouring of the drinks. “Don’t worry, you can tell us what’s going on,” said Tohru as she placed a hot cup of coffee in front of Lucoa. Lucoa grabbed the cup of coffee, took a sip, and sobbed, “Shouta said he never wants to see me again.” “Isn’t he always getting flustered and yelling at you to stay away from him?” asked Kobayashi, taking a sip from her own drink. “What’s different this time?” Lucoa then proceeded to tell them what happened and what Shouta had said. At the end, she cried, “Shouta hates me now.” “I’m sure he doesn’t hate you,” said Tohru supportively. “I’m sure he was just shocked and said things he didn’t mean in anger. Just give him some time to cool down and try apologizing to him when you see him tonight.” “I don’t think that's a good idea,” replied Kobayashi. “From what I’m hearing, it sounds like you made him really mad. Honestly, I don’t think it's a good idea for you to see him for a while.” “How long is a while?” asked Lucoa. “I don’t really know, but based on his reaction, it would be better for you to wait until he wants to see you,” said Kobayashi. “And what if he never wants to see me again?” asked a worried Lucoa “Then there really isn’t anything you can do about it,” replied Kobayashi, her words coming off as cold and uncaring. “How can you say that?” asked Tohru. “Can’t you see that Lucoa is hurting?” “Of course I can,” replied Kobayashi as she took off her glasses and cleaned a smudge off them. As she put them back on, she said, “When a person says those kinds of things, they are usually at point where they are so angry that no amount of apologizing will fix their mood, in fact apologizing will only make it worse. All you can do is let nature take its course and wait for them to seek you out.” “Kobayashi’s right,” said Lucoa as she finished her cup. “I should stay away from Shouta until he wants to see me.” She then proceeded to get up from the table. “I should probably leave now. Thank you for trying to comfort me.” “Do you have anywhere to stay?” asked Tohru, her question knocking Lucoa off guard. “No, I don’t.” “We have plenty of space. You can stay with us for a while,” replied Kobayashi. “Thank you. I appreciate your hospitality,” said Lucoa as she bowed her head. She then happened to look outside and saw that it had begun snowing. As she watched the snowflakes fall, she wondered if things would ever be the same again. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Shouta had returned home just as it started snowing. He went up to his room to change out of his urine soaked clothes, half expecting for Lucoa to be waiting for him in his room. However, she wasn’t there. Suddenly the thought crossed his mind that maybe Lucoa had done exactly as he told her to and left for good. Shouta quickly shook the thought out of his mind. “She’ll be back soon,” he said to himself, “I mean she always comes back even after I tell her to go away. This is no different.” However, a small part of him couldn’t help but think that maybe he was wrong. Several hours passed and it was soon dinner time. As Shouta sat down to eat with his parents, he couldn’t help but notice that Lucoa still had not returned. His mother must have noticed it as well because she asked, “Where’s Lucoa? It’s not like her to miss dinner without saying something to one of us.” “I’m sure she is off with her friends and forgot to tell us that she’d be out late,” replied Shouta’s father. “I’m sure she’ll be back soon. Right son?” Shouta didn’t say anything, he merely nodded his head. His mind was lost in thought over whether Lucoa was going to come back or not. It was soon bedtime and Lucoa still had not returned. By this time, Shouta was really beginning to worry that she had left for good. As he lay in bed, he found it difficult to sleep as he had become oddly accustomed to Lucoa sneaking into his bed, much to his chagrin. “She’ll come back,” he told himself over and over again, “she always does.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A week flew by and Lucoa had still not returned. As Shouta’s family sat down to dinner, Shouta’s father said, “I haven’t seen Lucoa in a while. I hope she’s okay.” “Shouta, is everything alright?” asked his mother. “You’ve barely touched your dinner.” “I’m not very hungry,” replied Shouta, “may I be excused.” His mother gave him the okay. As Shouta left the table his father asked, “Shouta, do you know when Lucoa is coming back?” The question felt like a knife to the heart. “She’s gone and she’s never coming back!” screamed Shouta, tears forming in his eyes. He then ran upstairs and locked himself in his bedroom and began crying into his pillow. “I’m sorry. Please come back.” He eventually cried himself to sleep, just as he had done for the last several nights. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Kobayashi was hard at work, the black bags under eyes revealing to those around her that she had not been sleeping well. As she typed away, she soon found herself nodding off. She was jolted awake by the sound of a coffee cup being placed in front of her. Turning her head, she saw that Takiya was standing behind her, a concerned look on his face. “You don’t look so good. Is everything okay at home?” “I’m fine,” yawned Kobayashi as she grabbed the cup and took a sip, “it’s just that I haven’t been getting much sleep lately.” “May I ask what’s going on?” “As you know from our after-work drinking sessions, Lucoa has been staying at my place for the past week due to a fight with Shouta. During the day she seems bright and cheerful, but when night comes she starts to remember little things about him and begins crying her eyes out. It’s been keeping me up the past few nights now. What’s worse is that she’s started sneaking into my bed and using me as a body pillow. Her breasts almost suffocated me seven times last night.” “That’s rough,” said Takiya. “Maybe it’s time that you try patching things up between those two.” “Believe me, I'd like too, but I think that it’s something that they should try to resolve on their own.” “Alright, but if you change your mind don’t hesitate to ask for help,” said Takiya with a smile. “Thank you,” replied Kobayashi as she turned her focus back to her work. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… As Takiya returned to his apartment, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Fafnir playing video games. “Welcome back. How was work?” asked Fafnir, his eyes glued to the computer screen. “Same old, same old,” said Takiya as he put his glasses on and reverted to his otaku form. “I’ll start making the curry.” “Is it mild?” asked Fafnir. “It’s mild, same as always,” smiled Takiya as he began preparing the food. “You know Kobayashi’s been telling me that Lucoa has been crying a lot lately. I’m thinking that maybe you should go check on her. She is your friend after all.” “She is not my friend,” said Fafnir coldly, “she is merely a fellow dragon who happens to be an acquaintance.” “I see,” said Takiya with a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Hey Takiya, do you think if I went to Kobayashi’s place that she would let me play that new videogame she has?” asked Fafnir. “I think she would,” said Takiya smiling for he knew that that was Fafnir’s way of saying that he would check up on Lucoa. “Dinner’s ready.” As the two sat down for dinner, Takiya hoped for Kobayashi’s sake that things would work out soon. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The next day while Kobayashi was at work, Fafnir made a visit to her apartment. It was late in the afternoon when Fafnir arrived. As Tohru let him in, she asked, “What brings you over here today?” “I’m simply here to play that new videogame that Takiya was telling me about.” As he made his way into the living room, he said, “I heard that Lucoa had a fight with that little human and has been staying here for the past few days. Is she around?” “Yeah, but she’s sleeping right now in Kobayashi’s room. Do you want me to wake her?” “There is no need for that, I was merely making conversation.” Suddenly the door to Kobayashi’s room opened. As Lucoa walked out, she noticed Fafnir preparing to play a videogame. “Here to play another game I see,” teased Lucoa as she did her best to be cheerful. “You know, if a human makes you this upset, then maybe it’s time that you moved back to our world,” said Fafnir in his usual cold tone. “Humans are selfish creatures who do not care if their words hurt others. It is in their nature. If you go back to that boy it will happen again and again. Even if you somehow manage to patch things up, what happens then? That boy will eventually die. We both know that when that happens you will experience a pain far beyond what you are feeling now. You should take this little spat as an opportunity to leave before that happens.” “FAFNIR!” screamed Torhu as she grabbed him and prepared to hit him with her fist which had now taken dragon form. “Stop it Torhru,” said Lucoa. “Fafnir is right. Maybe I should go home for a while.” “Are you sure about that?” asked Tohru as she released her grip on Fafnir. “Yes. Would you mind going with me on a little trip to the mountains. There is something that I have to do before I go.” “Alright,” said Tohru. She then turned to Fafnir and said, “Kanna should be coming home any minute. Could you watch her while I’m gone?” “Sure,” said Fafnir, his attention now glued to the game he was playing. “Let’s get going quickly. I hear it’s supposed to snow again soon. Let’s take the train, it’s too cold to fly,” said Tohru as she and Lucoa set off for the mountains. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was about five o’clock in the evening when Kobayashi stepped out of the office. As she began massaging her shoulders, she said, “It’s been a long time since I got out this early. Maybe I’ll grab a quick drink on the way home.” As she took a step forward, something ran into her with enough speed and force to knock her down. “Owww,” whined Kobayashi as she sat up. It was then that she noticed that Shouta was laying on the ground in front of her. “Shouta, what are you doing here?” she asked as she helped him up. “I came here looking for you. I thought you might know where Lucoa is. I need to talk to her. It’s important. “She’s been staying at my place for the past week. I’ll call the house and see if she can meet us somewhere,” replied Kobayashi as she pulled out her cellphone and dialed the number. “Hello? Who may I ask is calling?” answered a cute voice on the other side of the line. “Hey Kanna, it’s Kobayashi. Can you put Tohru or Lucoa on the phone?” “There not here,” replied Kanna. “Hold up a second, are you alone right now?” asked a worried Kobayashi. “No, Fafnir is watching me.” “Put Fafnir on the line right now and if he says no, tell him that he won’t be playing any more of my videogames,” “Alright,” said Kanna. Kobayashi patiently waited. “What do you want human?” asked Fafnir in his usual cold and condescending tone. “I want you to tell me where Tohru and Lucoa went.” “They went to the mountains,” replied Fafnir. “Lucoa plans on moving back to our world.” “WHAT!!!” screamed Kobayashi in shock. “How long ago did they leave?” “They left a couple hours ago. Said something about taking a train. If you’ll excuse me I’m going back to my game,” and with that Fafnir hung up on her. “DAMN IT!” screamed Kobayashi. She then looked down at Shouta and said, “Lucoa is planning on heading back to her world. If we hurry we should be able to stop her.” As the two began running for the station, they bumped into Elma who was carrying two bags filled to the brim with snacks. Kobayashi quickly grabbed her and said, “Hey Elma, do you think you could go to my place and watch Kanna for me until I get back? Fafnir is there right now but he is not exactly the caregiving type.” “I’m sorry, but I’m sort of busy right now,” replied Elma, doing her best not to drop her bags. “If you do this for me, then I promise I’ll take you to that new all-you-can-eat cake buffet that just opened up a few blocks away from here,” begged Kobayashi. Elma began to drool at the thought of all the sweets she could stuff her face with. “I guess I can watch her for a little while.” “Good,” said Kobayashi as she handed her a key to the apartment. She then turned to Shouta and said, “Hurry up now, the train is going to leave soon.” Elma watched as the two ran off, wondering what could possibly have them in such a hurry. It was then that the first few flakes of snow began falling. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. While Kobayashi and Shouta were boarding a train bound for the mountains, Tohru and Lucoa had already reached their destination and were now sifting through the snow looking for the herb that Shouta had been looking for a week earlier. “Tell me why exactly are we doing this?” asked Tohru, her hands starting to get cold as she dug around in the snow.” “I wanted to find a few of the herbs that Shouta needs before I left. I was hoping that you could give them to him along with the message that I am sorry for what I did.” “Are you really sure you want to go back to our world?” “Yes. Fafnir was right when he said that my staying here would only cause me more pain. I’ve known all along that Shouta will grow old and eventually die. Human lives are so short compared to ours. It would be better if I went back to the other world.” “That’s exactly why you need to spend as much time with Shouta as you can so that you can create happy memories that you can cherish long after he is gone.” “You know as well as I do that with the passage of time even the happiest memories become sad reminders of what once was. Honestly, I think I’d be better off not having those memories.” “I think I understand,” said Tohru as she looked at Lucoa. “But can you honestly tell me that by leaving things like this that you won’t regret it for the rest of your life?” Before Lucoa could respond, the two girls heard footsteps crunching the snow behind them. “Excuse me ladies but I couldn’t help hearing that you come from another world. Do you think you could do me a favor?” asked a stranger standing several feet away from them. The girls looked at each other as they contemplated what to do next. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. The temperature had dropped significantly as Kobayashi and Shouta searched the forest for Tohru and Lucoa. “TOHRU, LUCOA, WHERE ARE YOU?” yelled Kobayashi as the wind kicked up. “Look over there,” shouted Shouta as he pointed to a strange black glow in the distance. Just as Kobayashi turned her head, Shouta took off running at full speed. “Wait up,” yelled Kobayashi as she did her best to keep up with him. But Shouta was too focused on reaching the light. He knew from past experience that what he was seeing was a portal to the other world. As he got closer, he could see Tohru standing in front of it. He then watched in horror as the portal began to get smaller and smaller. “Wait,” cried Shouta, “don’t close that portal.” Suddenly he lost his footing and tripped, slamming face first into the snow. As he lifted his head, he watched as the portal closed. “NO!” he cried as he sat up and stared at where the portal had been just a few seconds earlier. “Shouta are you okay?” asked Kobayashi as she knelt down in the snow next to him, doing her best to wipe the snow off his face and jacket. “She’s gone,” said Shouta as tears began streaming down his face. “She’s gone and it’s all my fault. I never even got to apologize.” “I thought this is what you wanted,” said Kobayashi as she grabbed a handkerchief from her coat pocket and began wiping Shouta’s face. “I mean you were always telling her to stay away.” “I know that,” sobbed Shouta. “She was clingy and she was always doing things that embarrassed me. But she was always there for me when I got home from school and would listen to me when I told her about my day. Who’s going to be there for me now?” “I see,” said Kobayashi as she finally began to understand just what was going on. “So, what you’re saying is that she is like an annoying big sister and that your lonely without her?” Shouta nodded his head. Kobayashi lifted her head up and yelled, “Did you hear all that?” As the wind stopped, Shouta heard something hit the snow. Turning around, he saw Lucoa standing several feet behind him. Next to her feet was a pile of the herb that Shouta had been looking for. “SHOUTA BABY!” she screamed as she ran over to him and hugged him against her ginormous breasts, nearly suffocating him in the process. “How are you here?” asked a very confused Shouta. “I saw the portal close.” “Oh, that?” responded Tohru, “That was a portal for another creature from our world that just happened to pass by and was looking for a way home.” Shouta looked into Lucoa’s eyes and asked, “Are you still planning on going home to your world?” “Of course not, my home is in this world with you silly,” replied Lucoa as she used the sleeve of her sweater to wipe the few remaining tears from Shouta’s face. She then helped him to his feet before turning her attention to the others. “We should probably start making our way back before the storm kicks up again.” “Alright,” said Tohru as she turned into her dragon form, “everybody get on.” “Are you crazy?” cried Kobayashi. “If we rode on you in this weather we’d probably freeze to death. I’m taking the train.” “Fine,” pouted Tohru as she and Kobayashi began making their way out of the forest. “You guys coming?” “There’s something I need to do first. We’ll catch up in a second,” shouted Lucoa. She watched as the other two walked off. Just then there was a break in the clouds, allowing the moon and stars to illuminate the spot that she and Shouta were standing in. Lucoa turned to Shouta and said, “I’m sorry for what I did. I’ll try to be more considerate in the future but I can’t make any promises that I won’t do something to embarrass you.” “That’s alright,” said Shouta. “And for what it’s worth I’m sorry for the things I said to you. Now can we please get out of here, I’m starting to get cold.” “Not yet,” replied Lucoa, “there is still one thing left that I need to do.” It was then that Shouta noticed that Lucoa was crossing her legs a bit. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed that her bladder seemed to be bulging a bit. “Is everything alright?” he asked, not quite sure if he wanted to know the answer. “I just really need to pee,” replied Lucoa. “In fact, I’ve been holding it for about ten hours now.” “That can’t possibly be healthy,” said Shouta. “Why have you been holding it that long?” “Well the first seven hours were because I was sleeping and couldn’t be bothered to get up. The last three hours were intentionally just for you.” “Why?” “Because I had a feeling you’d come find me and I wanted to do something that makes us even for what happened that day.” Before he could ask what she meant by that, Shouta watched as Lucoa unfastened her pants and pulled them down just below her thighs. Lucoa then proceeded to spread her labia in full view of Shouta who was both embarrassed yet fascinated at the same time. Shouta watched as the snow in front of Lucoa began melting away and turning a golden yellow. As her piss stream hit the snow, she began moving her hips around. It took a few seconds for Shouta to recognize that Lucoa was writing something in the snow. “What are you writing?” he asked, his face now red with embarrassment. “You’ll see,” she said. A couple more minutes passed before she finally finished. As Shouta looked at the writing, he realized it was the kanji for: “Shouta and Lucoa, together forever”. The words were encircled in a heart. What shocked Shouta the most was not what the words said but the fact that Lucoa had enough piss in her to write all of that. As he turned to face her, he watched as she pulled up her pants and noticed a large wet patch in the front of her pants. He had been so busy watching her stream hit the snow that he hadn’t noticed some of it falling into her pants. “Now we’re even,” said Lucoa smiling as she showed off her now soiled pants. “That’s just gross,” said Shouta as he put his arm up to his face in order to hide a smile. “Oh come on,” teased Lucoa. “I did this all for you. Now why don’t you give me a big hug.” As she moved towards him, all Shouta could see was her now soiled pants. “No way!” screamed Shouta as he began running in the direction that Tohru and Kobayashi had walked off in. As he ran, he could hear Lucoa following him. “Come on Shouta baby, give me a big hug!” “No! You’re covered in pee and you smell!” shouted Shouta as he thought about how grateful he was that Lucoa was in his life.
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    Another animation uploaded by me. This one was requested by DerivativeWings; and it was done in a record time of literally 1 week. Of course; there was quite a major reason as to why this was the case. First of all; notice the lack of models in this one? In most cases, I was only working with one or two models in sight of the camera at one time. There was very few background work I was doing this time; which is why it took so little time to develop on. With some of the requests I have been asked, this could not be done with the ideas I had come up with...so this one was rather light work. It actually gave me time to better work with movement and idle movement; which is why you will see alot of that in this animation. I also tried to stylize this animation in the form of a cutscene in Ocarina of Time itself. That game doesn't have alot of crazy movement or multiple things going on; so it was very easy to make the animation look smooth; and develop quick on it as well. This animation was also highly experimental. I got alot of new effects that I wanted to try out; all of which seemed to work properly. I wanted to test some things so that I could improve my abilities with this program; as well as to try and create more kinds of effects I can have to make the animation look alot cooler. I also recently purchased the Pro version of the video program I have; so I wanted to test out it's full abilities on this one as well. Anyway...enjoy this animation. Comment, review, PM, send hate mail, death threats, whatever is needed. Pee effect by E教授: Snow effect by しえら HKFog by 星風P(tagoshu)さん

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  15. I did a short animation. I don't think I'll do these often, especially with color. Anyways, enjoy! pee_Trim.mp4
  16. You're probably think that it's just talking about girls peeing standing up. No, I'm talking about actual tomboys. You know, girls who look, dress, and often act like guys? I've stumbled upon an anime clip once where this one girl who was dressed almost completely like a guy was peeing into a urinal in the mens' restroom with her pants pulled down. I've tried looking for that video, but it seems that the site it was from was taken down (at least from Google's history). But I know that she had short hair, striped panties, and a blue beret. If anyone knows where that video is (or what anime it's from), please let me know. The pose she was in was more or less like this: http://urinalchicks....age/36126489872
  17. Hi. I found this short POV video of a girl peeing in a urinal, facing it. i liked it, so I thought some of you might too. Warning, ladybits visible (OMG!) Love Liesje BonyLastingKilldeer.webm
  18. Story time: So after a long absence from writing, I made a second attempt on the turn of the new year, releasing an interactive story on here. I enjoy it and it's helped to put me back on track with writing, but I decided to get back into my favourite thing. Short stories. Now, I'm still really rusty after this absence and I'm well aware this story won't be 10/10 best story of the year, but I'm proud of the effort I've put into this and I want to share it with this great community. It's based in my own world which I created a few years ago, following one of my main characters, Yunoko Tanobi when she was a teenage thief. It's just a short detailing a small part of life. So enjoy. Also, feedback and improvement is greatly appreciated. Especially in regards to writing omorashi and general descriptive work. Edit: after a discussion with Moocom, it turns out yuri is acceptable in fiction, so I present my first effort at writing a yuri scene along with this. Again, feedback is appreciated. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ask any thief, lowlife, or criminal in Monsai where the best place to get a strong drink, a warm bed, or a good woman all out of the vigilant gaze of the cities guard, they would always point you to one place: Taverne d'égout, a tavern hidden well in the bowels of the Monsai sewers, ran by an strict elderly lady known only as madam lamplight, frequented commonly by all manner of shifty folk. Those willing to make the trek through the filthy, rotten sewers would find themselves in the rowdiest, most rambunctious club in the cities underbelly, from dusk til’ dawn, noon til’ midnight, the lavish rooms of the Taverne d’egout surged with a tremendous atmosphere as loud jazz and drunken cheering filled the halls. Serving girls, scantily clad in golden thongs, their breasts exposed, roamed the lounge. For Yuka, this place was heaven, her home away from home where she spent her nights in the company of her fellow thieves, getting drunk, playing cards and on some special nights...in the bed of one of Taverne d’egout’s fine ladies. Tonight however, Yuka sat in the company of her friends, half sloshed on a crate of expensive wine and winning her share of their loot in a game of cards. “Haha! Read em’ and weep, losers!” She cheered, slamming down a royal flush onto the table. “Bring that gold my way!” The other gamblers slammed their cards down in anger. Yuka pulled in her prize, at least four hundred gold. “You guys just paid for an hour in the opium den tomorrow!” “That’s the fifth time in a row!” Saki slammed his own cards down. “I’m starting to think you’re pulling one over on us, Yunoko!” He was a short man, thinner than most with a head of greying hair. He was a man well past his prime, but still one of the best thieves in the city and one of Yuka’s best friends. “Me? Pulling one over on you, Saki? You know card tricks and sleight of hand are amateur tricks of the trade, right? I’m insulted you’d even insuate such a thing!” Yuka put on a mock expression of shock. She reached for her wine and took a sip. “Now quit checking out my fine tits and shuffle those cards!” “Gah...Anyway Yuka,” Saki began, his fingers running over the deck of cards. “me and a few of the boys were thinking of hitting up that giant boat in the port. You know the one, right? That freighter bringing in all those precious metals from Norsekar? Gold, silver, platinum, I’ve also heard a thing or two about some emeralds aboard it. But it’s all there, ripe for the taking once they turn the lights off for the night!” “It’s a tempting offer, but I have plans tonight with a very special lady.” “Oh really?” Saki peered up from his cards, a keen interest in his eyes. “Who is it today?” “The same girl it was the other day, and the same as the week before, and the week before that.” “You’re still spending time with Ania? The church girl? No idea what the fuck that girl sees in you, Yuka.” “You're kidding right? Have you seen me? There's a reason Madam Lamplights whores would rather have a romp on me than your frail old butt! Same for any other woman in this city! Her included.” Yuka was not a typical girl, appearance-wise, she was a girl of sixteen, but her shaggy and ragged blonde hair, and freckled cheeks made her look younger, and more boyish. Her skinny frame, at 6ft tall and undersized breasts didn’t help to show her softer female side. “I don't mean your looks. I mean that beautiful and charming personality that comes with you. Why a lady of the church would want a foul-mouthed, heavy-drinking, whore fucker like yourself...I’ll never know…” Saki laughed. He took a swig of his ale. “Saki, that’s the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me, but I’ll pass, I made a promise to Ania that I’d make her see heaven.” “You’re missing out, Yunoko.” Yuka downed her wine and got up from her place at the table. “Take it from a girl who’s been fucked by more than this cities law enforcement: No I ain’t.” She patted him on the shoulders. “You all have a good night. I’m cashing out.” In the dead of night, only thieves and lowlifes could be found wandering the streets of the merchant district. The perfect time of night for Yuka to be wandering the lonely passages and alleyways that made up Monsai’s merchant district. She made her way through the streets, warm summer air and the aroma of spiced meats filling the air. The lanterns on the walkway dimly lit, cloaking most of the market in shadows. The church was the largest building in the merchant district, towering over the small stores and trading centers beneath it. A grand and ancient structure that predated the founding of the city. To the simple people who merely gave the church a passing glance, it was a grand structure, held in high regard for its service to the gods, where miracles were performed and those who sought a life of philanthropy and virtue could call home. For the workers and poor of the Monsai’s lower districts however, the church was much more than that, it was a haven for folk with no place to go, no place to sleep. When they got sick or injured, it was the church who cured them of their ailments, doing their services free of charge to help their fellow man. Looking up at the carved stones and stained glass windows reminded Yuka of her first encounter with Ania, a tale befitting of a charming love story, the lone thief who turned up to the church one dark evening in winter, battered and bruised after a rough encounter. She made her own way through the cold streets to the church of the apostates, weak and weary. She collapsed before she made it through the door, awakening some time later by the warmth of a roaring fire, a guardian angel smiling down on her. That ‘guardian angel’ was a young apprentice named Ania Timora. Ania took care of Yuka over the winter, nursing her injuries and caring for her like a saint, tending to everything the young thief needed. A friendship bloomed between the girls, and quickly Yuka began to realize the feelings she had for the holy girl. After the cold winter passed and Yuka was free to leave, she had never felt the same. She went weak at the knees just thinking of that girl who had cared for her, her gentle smile, warm and delicate like that of a caring sister, and the soft, sweet scent of incense and berries, a scent that made Yuka shudder with delight. After some time, she could not hide her feelings any longer, she confessed her affection to the holy girl, shouting to the heavens and declaring her love. But one thing stood between her and true love, Father Kuragi, the head of the church of the apostates, an old burly priest who demanded his apprentices gave everything to the church. And demanded all apprentices take a vow of abstinence. Thankfully, Ania shared her feelings, but was torn between the church or Yuka, so both girls worked on a compromised, letting Yuka do what she did best: sneaking her way into a place, doing what had to be done, and leaving before anybody was privy to her presence. It was a sound strategy. Although at times Yuka made her way around the side of the church and walked over to one of the pillars running up to the roof. There were plenty of handholds and crevices running up the building that allowed her to climb up towards the roof. She scaled the pillar up halfway, shifted over to some loose stones above the windows and climbed the rest of the way up to the ledges on the top of the church, where the sleeping quarters were. Finally, Yuka climbed up onto the ledge, a cold air wafting past her. From up here, most of Monsai could be seen, the slums and lower industrial areas were lit by a thin veil of lantern light. To the far east, the emperors palace could be seen, a beautiful building illuminated by large torches that watched over the whole city. It was an exquisite view, but it didn’t interest Yuka. She looked into the window, her heart racing as she caught the sight of a girl sat before a small shrine. Ania, the short girl with tanned skin and the looks of a cute doll, rounded bright cheeks and sapphire eyes that gleamed in the light. She sat in prayer, her legs crossed and head tilted towards the floor. She wore a set of white vestments common to the female apprentices, the folds draped around her feet. Yuka tapped on the window. Ania turned, her face lighting up when she saw who stood outside her window. She got up from the shrine and made her way over to the window. “Good evening milady, I have come to see my favourite girl in the city." “Yunoko?” Ania smiled warmly. “I've missed you!” She pulled Yuka up from the ledge and into her private chamber, where the familiar scent of incense and rosewater awaited her, an aroma she'd grown accustomed on her late night visits. Every time she made one of these late night visits to Ania's private chamber, she would have a small lantern of incense hanging from her bedsit. They took no quarrel about lying down on the bed, embracing each other after being reunited after a week apart from each other. “I’ve missed you this past week.” Ania said softly, burying her head into Yuka’s arms. “I’ve missed you too.” Yuka pulled Ania in closer to her, she had a pleasant scent of lilac on her robes. “I’m sorry, it’s been a busy week for me.” With Saki and Makita planning their big raid on the imperial palace, Yuka had been afforded little time to herself. Tonight was the first night she had free and she hadn’t thought twice about coming to see Ania. Just the thought of her made Yuka tingle with glee, her cute face, her short dark hair, she was perfect in every way, and as they sat reunited, it made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. “Since it’s been awhile, what do you say we have some ‘private time’?” Yuka felt her ladyhood tremor at the offer. “I’d love nothing more. Just let me hit the pisser and then I’m all yours for the night. ” She got to her feet and stumbled along toward the door. Since leaving the tavern, Yuka had felt her night of drinking weighing down on her bladder, but she had been so eager to see Ania that she had pushed her need to piss to the back of her mind. “Yunoko! Wait!” Ania reached out and grabbed her arm. “Y-you cannot go out there. After that break in last week, Bishop Kuragi has started doing rounds around the whole building.” The moment she heard those words, Yuka's face slumped. Suddenly, her bladder, teeming with a gluttonous amount of wine, felt much heavier than it did a second ago. She had gone from being in complete control, the master of her own bladder, to a trembling child on the verge of leaking. “Y-you're shitting me, right?” “I am not! He thinks it was one of the new apprentices stealing from the church. He's been doing rounds the past week to make sure nobody leaves their rooms after curfew.” I knew I shouldn't have stolen those fucking candlesticks! She thought. Brought a good price though...Gah! I really need to take a fucking piss! Why did I have to drink so fucking much!? I'm gonna fucking explode here! “What am I supposed to do then, Ania? I'm about to burst!” Yuka wanted to yell it, but she knew well from experience that attracting the attention of half the church while she wasn't meant to be there was not a wise move. “You know I can get past that old godfucker, right? You know how agile I can be.” The young maiden blushed. “I-I do...but I don't want you risking it. He threatened to banish me the last time he caught you here. I told him I got rid of you just to get him off my back and thankfully he believed me. If he catches you again…” “Come on, Ania.” Yuka begged, bouncing to stave off the pains in her bladder. Were she anywhere else, whether it be the Taverne D’egaut or out in the streets of Monsai, she would've just pulled her shorts aside and let loose wherever she pleased. There was a pleasant sense of freedom whenever she pissed outside, it was a feeling Yuka could never explain. It was somewhat of a sexual thing for, the quiet sound of her pee splattering against the surface, the relief of emptying a whole nights worth of wine from her bladder, and the warm steam rising against her bare legs in the cold air. It was near orgasmic for her, but she had to display some semblance of decency in Ania’s presence, for all her big and crude talk in front of her fellow thieves, Yuka when soft near Ania, suddenly losing her crude manner and softening up. “Can you not hold it for an hour or two? Just until Kuragi takes a rest?” She thought about it for a moment. “I could...” A sharper twinge struck her, causing Yuka to try and hold back the flood rushing desperately towards her pee hole. “Nope. Nope. Nope. I gotta piss right now...” She forced a hand down her shorts and pressed it against her urethra. Ania sighed. “Can you not go back down and do it in the alley?” “No! I can’t climb back down, as much as I'd love to. Look at me!” Her legs were bent and trembling under the strain of her muscles, a hand rammed down her shorts, pressed against her crotch, and a pained look on her face. “I let my legs get more than an inch apart, I'm gonna fucking piss myself. And I mean REALLY piss myself. Do you not have a jug or something? Ah, what about out the window?” “Really? What if somebody s-sees you? Or somebody is below?” “Ania, please don’t make me get on my knees and beg to piss out the window.” She sighed again. “T-then...do it out the window...please.” The rosy red cheeks flooded back. Yuka always thought Ania looked adorable when she blushed, like those cute dolls she would see in the windows of the toy stores. “Just keep it quiet.” The strain on her muscles as Yuka kept holding back from wetting herself was too much for her drunken state to handle. The second Ania had given her permission to relieve herself out the window, Yuka didn't hesitate to make the most of it. She staggered along, holding her maidenly area to make up for her failing efforts at holding it in. All she wanted to do was unzip her shorts and let her piss rain down into the filthy alley below. She yanked her shorts down, revealing her shapely backside to Ania and let her shorts fall freely around her ankles, lifted a leg onto the window sill to steady herself, the warm summer air wafting against her hairless region, and relaxed, letting her stream flood out from her between her legs. A pale dribble fell onto the window, followed by a quick but relieving spurt, “Ohohoho, ah my sweet lord...” She moaned as the spurt quickly became a strong stream pouring from her maidenly passage. The pleasure and relief sent shudders throughout her body, it was a feeling comparable to sex itself, at least to Yuka. “Ahahahaha...this…this is heaven…ah...ah...ah...” Her pale stream continued to pour out, raining down onto the stone below. Her eyes rolled back and a large smile ran from cheek to cheek. “I wish you didn't have to look and sound so...immodest.” Ania responded to the moans and sighs with a rather embarrassed tone. “Are you almost done?” “G-give me a little longer.” It was hard to talk, the joy and ecstasy Yuka was feeling as she felt her wine filled bladder slowly deflating with each second it spilled from between her thighs had hampered her words with stutters. The amount of alcohol in her probably didn't make things any easier. A good minute passed before her stream died down, a few final drops spilled out onto the window. “Ahhhh...that felt fucking great...” Yuka continued. “I should probably stop drinking so much.” A sentence she followed with a laugh; that was something she could never say with a straight face. “Okay, all done. I, eh, need something to wipe with though.” “Let me get you a tissue or something.” “Well hurry up, wind is starting to get cold. And I have my cunt on display for half the city.” “Like that ever bothered you.” Ania said with a giggle. “Besides, they can look all they want. You're all mine.” As Yuka finished wiping, she felt the warm touch of Ania's bare breasts against her back. “I've missed you so much." She whispered sensually. The transition from polite and coy nun to lustful lady was always something that attracted Yuka to Ania. To see the quiet lady of a lord show her darker and more debaucherous side, it made her heart race and her ladyhood quiver. “I've been waiting for this all day...” She grabbed Ania and carried her to the bed, climbed down on top of her naked body and smirked. “I’ve missed you so much.” She snuffed out the lantern and began making passionate love to her partner. Engaged in their kiss, Yuka felt her soft spot quivering again, she had been softened up by kissing, her ladyhood called out to her, she needed this, she needed stimulation, she needed pleasure. Overwhelmed by desire, she stripped off her shirt, revealing her firm, albeit slightly undersized breasts. She grabbed her lover by the cheeks of her soft backside, desperate to do everything she could to please Ania’s beautiful naked body. As their kissing continued, Yuka took her chance, as if possessed, her hands moved from Ania’s backside, slowly moving along between her legs. Ania pushed her head into Yuka’s breasts, stifling a moan as Yuka’s fingers slipped into her maidenly passage. The warmth and moisture as she went deeper made her own place tingle. She grabbed Ania’s hand, forcing it toward her own legs before Ania did it for herself, slipping her own fingers between Yuka’s legs. A pleasant, almost orgasmic sensation ran through her whole body. Yuka also wanted to moan, the feeling of her own hands caressing Ania’s soft passage while having her own fondled almost made her explode. She bit lower lip, tightening hold on Ania’s backside with her free hand as another jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her. She could feel Ania’s fingers inside her, stimulating her, her breathing got faster, her ladyhood got warmer, she couldn’t hold back. She could see it in Ania’s eyes as her own fingers did their work, her fast breather, her heaving breasts, her quiet but still audible moans. Both girls were nearing climax. Another minute of Ania’s fingers rubbing against her was more than enough. Yuka pushed herself back into Ania’s breasts, she began shaking, the warmth around her ladyhood grew more intense. Suddenly, the world seemed to stop. Her mouth shot open and she stifled her final climatic moan into Ania’s soft breasts. Ania mimicked the motions, burying her own head against Yuka’s stomach, she moaned loudly, her warm breath against Yuka’s skin. She pushed herself off Yuka, lying by her side, breathing heavily. It was amazing, well worth the weeks wait. Yuka, also short on breath, lay spread out, her maidenhood satisfied. “T-t-that...w-was...g-gr-great…” She uttered between breaths. “I...come...come...here…” She pulled Ania close, grasping her backside once more and holding the girl close. “I...I...love you…” The next morning, the sun outside shone brightly, casting a beautiful golden glow over the city. Yuka awoke in Ania's bed feeling tired, worn out, drained of her energy. It started out as a gentle night, some kissing and gentle fondling before Yuka could no longer control herself, her week of celibacy had only made her lust for sex worse. When the time came for them to move beyond kissing, she leapt on Ania like a beast possessed, working every part of her soft body beside her lover sleeping peacefully with the sheets cast off, revealing her naked body and giving Yuka a more than welcoming view of her beautiful backside in the morning sun. Yuka inched herself close, and pressed herself against her naked lover, enjoying the feeling of her ladyhood pressed against the warmth of Ania’s rear. Ania yawned and shuffled around on the bed. “I hope you enjoyed last night.” “You may be a lady of the gods, but you have the lust of a devil.” Yuka smirked. “You’ve ruined me for other women.” “That’s good.” She yawned again. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the privy.” “You know, I wouldn’t mind accompanying you to the privy, milady.” Yuka said with a sly yet playful tone. “I think it's only fair after what you saw yesterday.” “Don't be so vile, Yunoko.” Ania replied, blushing and giving Yuka a soft slap. “Oh right. Holy girls don't piss, do they?” She turned on her side and yawned. “Speaking of pissing, will that godfucker have gone to sleep? I wouldn't mind ACTUALLY using the toilet this time.” Ania smirked. “Yes, he should be gone now. It's still early so we might be able to get there and back before any of the new apprentices wake up.” “We? Are you expecting company?” Yuka smirked. “Very funny. Get your clothes on, and please be quick, not only do we have little time before the rest wake up, but I've been holding it in since supper.” “As milady commands.” Yuka hopped up from the bed, a spring in her step that she could only get from a night of passionate and glorious sex. She grabbed her shorts and shirt, lazily throwing her shirt on as her eagerness to get to the privy hurried her. Just as she was about to get her shorts on a loud and elderly voice boomed outside the door to the chambers. “Sister Ania! It is time to wake up, my girl!" “Darn, I forgot about today.” Ania whispered. “I promised Bishop Kuragi I’d assist him with the wounded.” “Oh come on…” Yuka whispered back. “I don’t even get to take my morning piss before that cunt showed up…” Another bang. “Ania, we don’t have long. Up! my girl!” He had a strong voice, which just made him more irritating to Yuka. “What the fuck am I meant to do?” “Eh...eh…” Ania frantically searched around. She gasped, pointing to the window. “Back out the window…now…” With the old 'Godfucker' banging on the chamber door, there were few options for a quick getaway. There's weren't even a few; Yuka had one choice, to climb down the side of the building in just her shirt and nothing shielding her maidenly assets from the lingering eyes below. “Guess I'm going out the fun way.” Yuka muttered. It wasn't the first time she'd been forced to make a quick getaway. There was another bang on the door, prompting Yuka to make her getaway, she hurled her shorts from the window, slipped her boots on and climbed out onto the ledge. With her usual quick feet, strong hands, and an unsuspecting breeze sweeping against her bare arse, Yuka climbed down into the alleyway below. “Well that was a hell of a night.” She grabbed her shorts, threw them on and made her way into the merchant district. Yuka made her through the bustling city streets of the merchant district, taking a favoured shortcut through a small maze of market stalls and cramped passages. Early morning was always the busiest time, a chaotic rush of merchants and pedestrians flooded the narrow streets. The smell of exotic spices and fresh cooked kebab swam through the smoke filled air as Yuka danced her way through the masses and made her toward the harbour. On some mornings her friend Mori was down by the water, enjoying the peace and quiet, indulging in a little morning fish, and of course having an early drink. She turned off from the busy street, seeing the masts of the merchant ships peering over from the harbour walls. The sweet exotic smell faded into a salty reek of fish, the commotion of the market faded away with each step until Yuka was left with only the sounds of her own feet and carefree humming. She passed under the archway, taking in the sight of the sun glowing above the ships in dock. It was quieter down on the waterfront, the bustling sounds of the merchant district far behind the gentle rocking of the nearby vessels. Yuka made her way down to the water, sliding down the railings of the staircase with her humming in full tune. A few elderly gentleman sat hunched over their fishing rods, their sagging eyes focussed on the waters for even the faintest nibble. Along the waterfront, perched on a small seat far away from the rest of the fishermen, sat a small shaggy haired boy, dressed in tattered clothes. “Good morning, Mori. Doing a little bit of morning fishing?” She greeted her younger friend, pulled up a spare stool and made herself welcome to the alcohol he often brought with him on his early morning fishing trips. She pulled a dark brown bottle from his basket. “Aw, come on...rice ale? I thought you loved me better than this.” “I didn’t count on you visiting me. Thought you’d want to spend all morning with Ania.” “Nah, didn’t even have a chance to take a leak before that Godfucker Kuragi came banging on the door. Oh right…” Yuka sat her bottle down. “If you’ll excuse me, still gotta piss.” Instead of making her way into the passages beneath the streets, where she would be given some privacy, Yuka took a few steps behind where she was sitting, stood against the wall and pulled her shorts down to her knees, she arched back and rested her hands comfortably on her butt. She relaxed and let her bladder empty against the wall, a dark stream poured out from her, splattering against the stone. She felt a slight warmth as her bare shins were sprinkled by a light shower of piss. “So did you have fun?” Mori asked, a slight stutter of embarrassment in his speech as he was forced to hear the pattering of Yuka's piss. “A lady doesn’t fondle and tell, Mori.” “Oh please.” He scoffed. “Like that’s ever stopped you.” “Only when Madame Lamplights fine ladies are involved, you have every right to hear about my fantastic conquests! The things I do with Ania, however, are only for me, her, and those apostate gods above watching us.” “Well listen to you. Talking like a girl in love.” He sniggered. “Is that what this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach is? I just thought I needed a good fart.” Her stream softened to a light trickle “Ahh...nothing like the first piss after a night of sex...heaven…” She shook off the final drops and pulled her shorts back up. She took her seat back beside Mori and opened her bottle. She took a sip, shuddering as the bitter ale hit her tongue. “You know...maybe it is love…” She smiled, sat back and let the bright summer day wash over her body.
  19. PPP

    Good Launch

    From the album: Tumblr Art

  20. Version 1.0.0

    With the success of this last comic (thanks again everyone who's bought it so far!) I quickly made this one for another favorite story from there. This tale is about a girl who injures her ankle in a car accident and her bladder fills as she's transported on a stretcher. The style for this one is more minimalist with focus on Aimee, our main character, and her bladder until she eventually releases all her urine. There's a nudity warning with this one because spoiler, Aimee does have an accident but she pulls her panties aside when she realizes it's about to happen. So expect a few panels of her lower lips flapping as pee squirts out. Like "Twin Pees", the download has a hi-res set of original .PNG images, plus a folder with the smaller .JPEG versions for better reading. Each folder also includes a .GIF with an animated stream. There's 11 pages full of desperation and urination, artwork all illustrated by yours truly. So enjoy Aimee M. in "Hospital Burst". The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2514

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  21. Hey, everyone. I just wanted to know did any of you see a video where a woman peed and walked at the same time. (Strange request, I know)
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    Pee Purification

    From the album: OmoSuba!!

    Guess they finally found a use for Aqua.
  23. Another morning. The Beeping of an alarm wakes Claire up with a jolt. She reaches over to the phone sitting at the edge of the mattress, picking it up and hitting the button to make it stop. She sighs as she realises what's happened. Claire sits up in bed, throwing the covers off her legs and yawning. Looking down, she's greeted by the usual sight - pink pyjama bottoms, her fluffy white socks, and a sight that never fails to annoy her - a pale yellow stain on the bed sheets, surrounding her backside like a warm halo. And it is still warm - she's been woke up only moments after finishing her accident. "Again?" Claire groans. She pulls at the damp pink fabric now clinging to her thigh. "I was hoping I'd grow out of this..." She jokes to herself, rolling her eyes and kicking her legs over the side of her wet mattress. She gave up the hope of growing out of it when she was nineteen, a good four years ago now. "I'd better get to cleaning up..." She groans to herself, sliding the wet pyjamas down her legs and letting them drop at her feet, recoiling as the cold morning air kisses her damp bare legs. The kettle wails as the water hits the boil. Claire picks it off the stand and pours it into her tea cup, looking away as the steam flows upward toward her face. Her hair, still wet from the shower, clings to her face as she takes her tea over to the table. She takes a seat at the table and bites into her toast. Another usual morning. She checks her phone for the time. Six thirty-four. She's got enough time to eat her toast before she has to leave for work. That makes a change. She usually sleeps through her first alarm and her morning pee, only waking up when either her second alarm goes off, or when the mattress gets so cold it wakes her up. This is usually followed by a rushed shower and a dash out the house before she practically sprints to work. It makes a nice change to wake up at a sensible time. It'd be a nicer change if she'd woke up dry, but you can't have everything. She drinks the rest of her tea before finishing her toast leisurely. The walk to work seems unusually quiet. Bridgewater was always a quiet town, but there was usually someone Claire would see in the morning. The postman, the milkman, the drunk man with the beard that'd usually have passed out in the gutter outside the pub - but today there's no-one. Was Claire really this early? She checks her phone again for the time - 7:16. She's not that early. Maybe it's daylight saving? It's about this time - late October. Maybe no-one noticed. The door to the cafe shuts behind her, hitting the chimes again as they close. "Morning!" Claire says, walking in and heading over to the store room. "Nice out there today Pete!" She says, picking up an apron and slinging it over her shoulder. "Pete?" She shouts again. "You in?" When there's no reply, Claire shrugs. She walks over to the espresso machine. She hits the button on the grinder, reaches over the the milk fridge, and begins to make herself a latte. "Could really use one of these at home." Claire says, holding the jug under the steam wand. She says it loud enough that someone might hear her, hoping Pete will show up from wherever he's hiding. She looks around. Nothing. She shrugs again. "I'll make you one too, if you want." Again, there's no response. She pours the milk onto her espresso, poking her tongue out as she tries to make a design. She flicks the jug forward slightly, leaving a little heart on the top of her latte. She smiles, proud of herself, and makes her way over to the tables, setting down the latte on the table and taking a seat for herself. Claire takes a drink from her cup, putting about half of it down almost at once. She almost immediately begins to feel better as the caffeine enters her body. She smiles again as she puts the cup back on the table, swirling it around a little, slightly disturbing the heart on top of her coffee. She picks it up again, but the chimes to the door stop her before she takes another drink. "Morning Pete." She says. "Bit late aren't-" She says, looking up. "Hey, you aren't Pete." The man at the door stumbles a little, holding onto it for balance - clearly drunk. He looks familiar too. Scraggly beard, stained over-coat. At this time in the morning he's usually curled up outside the pub in the gutter. "Oh, it's you." She says, putting on a polite smile. "I'm afraid we aren't open yet, Pete's not showed up." She say, taking another mouthful of her coffee. "Huurargww." He growls. "Yeah, we'd usually be open now, but...No idea where Pete is." she tells him. He looks toward her, but his eyes don't focus. "Come on, you've got to leave." She says, before finishing her latte and standing up. She walks over to him, looking at him with what she assumes is a look of authority. His eyes seem...pale. She hesitates to take another step forward, practically flinching as he lurches himself forward by a step. "Y-you - Ahem! You have to leave." Claire says, standing her ground and trying to sound intimidating. A foul smell comes off of him, making her more nervous still. "G-get out." He growls back at her. "N-now!" She says, putting out one hand toward the door. He stumbles a little as he stares at her open palm. "You need to leave!" He slowly looks toward Claire's face again, now close enough for Claire to see him even more clearly. His eyes don't just look pale - they're grey and empty, like he doesn't know where he is. She barely has time to notice this however, before he swings his arm at hers. "Hey!" Claire shouts, hopping backwards. "What do you think you're doing!" She shouts. The drunk takes another lunge at her, slamming his wrist against her left arm. "Stop that!" Claire shouts, slowly stepping backwards. She breathes quickly as adrenaline runs through her - this is the last way she wants to start her shift. "Get out, right now!" "Hrauuur..." He growls again, stumbling forward. One step, then another before he lunges himself at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and biting at her collar. "Hey!" Claire shouts, falling back against the counter, barely staying on her feet. "Get the hell off me!" She shouts, pushing at his shoulders while he tries to bite hers. His face, up close to hers, is even uglier - she can make out every wrinkle, the dried stains under his mouth, and the smell is something else. Claire picks one foot off the ground and pushes it squarely into the man's thigh, kicking forward and throwing him off her. He stumbles backward for a moment before falling onto his backside. Claire darts behind the counter, picking something up to threaten him with. What does she pick up? A) The espresso spoon still in the coffee machine. It has a comfy grip, and the basket is fairly weighted, almost like a hammer. It's short, but it feels quite sturdy and easy to handle. B) A broom. It's a long wooden broom, worn down toward the base. It's quite long, although that might make it awkward to swing around the shop. C) A fork. Underneath the counter there are a handful of dining forks. They're sharp and pointed, as one would expect. However they're quite small and very light.
  24. I decided to take advantage of the heatwave we're having to do a wetting. This is turning out to be one of my favorite kits, because of the shiny/vintage look. Unfortunately, it's a bit small, but it still wets just the same as a medium sized suit. cyc45.wmv
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