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  1. Dimwitrolo

    Deep Space

    ".....Systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All syste-KZZTZZZ" A loud hiss sounds as the stasis chamber De-pressurises and air rushes in. The chamber door slowly opens with a groan as the mechanism struggles to force itself into action. Alex has a similar problem as she's forced awake, doing her best not to fall on her face. Alex opens her eyes hesitantly, adjusting them to the light as she does. She forces herself out the chamber, cringing at the cold touch of the metal floor against her bare feet. She presses the door forward with one hand, cringing again as the sound of alarms and sirens tear through the now open door. Alex takes in a deep breath and readies herself to step further out the chamber. Her other foot hits the cold ground with a soft slap, and she winces again at the sudden cold. She stumbles forward toward the control panel on the wall nearest to the door. *Click* "Computer....yawn...W-what's going on?" "kzzzzz...." "Computer?" "What?" "What's going - Can you shut these alarms up? I've just woke up..." The alarms go silent. "What did you want?" The speakers ask. "What's going on?" Alex asks, yawning again. "Major system failure." states the computer. "Severe damage detected. Recommend immediate evacuation." "Evacuation?" "Evac - Oh hold on." "What do you mean hold on?" Alex yawns. The computer doesn't reply for a moment. "Computer?" "Multiple issues detected. Evacuation no longer possible." "Why not?" "No escape pods." "Computer?" "What?" "You're acting strange. Did someone plug in some new personality program?" "Significant damage detected to computer mainframe. And it really bloody hurts." "Oookay..." Alex says, walking into the middle of the room. She stretches and yawns again. "Can you give me a damage report?" "Major damage is detected." "Yes, but where." "I...don't know." "What do you mean, you 'don't know'?" "I can't get a response from the damage report machine. It would appear to be damaged." Alex sighs and drops her arms to her side. She presses herself up on her tiptoes a couple times, before walking over to the screen again. "How are your CCTV systems? Can you follow me?" She asks. A camera descends from the ceiling at the corner of the room. "It would appear that the CCTV systems are faulty. I can't get a visual." Alex sighs again. "Try turning around." she says. The camera swivels. It looks about and then focuses on Alex. "Update. CCTV systems have been repaired." "Now what?" Alex asks, walking about the room. "The ships in bad shape, what can I do?" "Recommend you attempt to repair critical systems." The computer responds, it's eye fixed on Alex as she paces. "Shouldn't I leave that to the repair crews?" "What repair crews?" "What?" Alex asks. "What do you mean, 'what repair crews'? Aren't they on board?" "Negative." "Have you done a life sign scan?" "Hold on. I'll do it now." The computer says. The camera freezes in place, no longer following Alex. After a few seconds it flicks back into life and refocuses on Alex. "Scan complete." "What are the results?" "One." "One." Alex repeats. "What do you mean one?" "One life form on board." "What is it?" Alex asks. "You don't mean-" "You." Alex takes a moment to let that sink in. She's the only life form detected on board. "And you're absolutely sure?" Alex asks again. "You've scanned the entire ship?" "Yes. Well, no. Significant damage across the ship could result in faulty reporting." The computer responds. "So there could be more life on board?" "Possibly." "You're a big help." "No need for sarcasm" "So now what?" Alex asks. She sits on the floor, leaning against the wall below the computer panel. "What should I do?" "Recommend basic post-stasis excersizes - You should stretch, eat, use the bathroom, get into a uniform, and perform emergency routines." "What emergency routines?" "Visit the armoury. Try not to get killed by anything. Also, see if you can't reach the local command room - perhaps you could fix a local damage scanner." "Right...I'll get to that..." "You've just got out of stasis Alex, you should consider that you won't be at your highest mental capacity for some time. Try not to make poor decisions." "Sure...let me just plan how I'm going to do this..." What does Alex do? A) Bathroom, canteen, armoury, command room. B) Command room, Canteen, Armoury, Bathroom. C) Armoury, Command room, Bathroom, Canteen. D) Canteen, Bathroom, Armoury, Command room. E) Other
  2. So this is an idea I've sort of toyed around with for a while, but after some encouragement from friends, I have decided to open myself up to taking commissions. Why am I doing this? Well, it sounds like fun, for one. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is also great, although I'm not exactly hurting for cash at the moment. Mostly though, it's to see how I handle writing while being beholden to another person. Part of the reason it takes me so long to write a story is because I am not under any sort of pressure to get it out in a timely manner. As I learned in my college days, I work best when someone else is counting on me to get it done, and what better way to ensure that then to have them actually paying me to make it? I am well aware that this could crash and burn horribly, but I would rather say that I tried and failed to do something ambitious than to not bother at all. Without further ado, here's the criteria for requesting a commission from me. Note that this can be subject to change at any time. Pricing: For pre-existing characters: $5 for every 1,000 words, $2 for an extra 500 words. For original characters: $8 for every 1,000 words, $3 for an extra 500 words. I will need you to provide good details of your OC before and during the writing since I will not be to able to research these characters through normal means. No more than 5,000 words per commission, and only one commission per person at a time. I ask for the full price upfront. If I have to cancel the commission for whatever reason, I will refund your money. What I will not write about: Scat Diapers/Ageplay Adult Male omorashi/peeing Overly violent, non-consensual, or cruel scenarios (i.e. someone being tortured/abused until they wet themselves, mind control, stories intended to bash a character or make them look bad) Anything that would be obviously out-of-character (i.e. The shy girl suddenly brazenly peeing in front of others, E-rated characters dropping f-bombs, etc.) While I won’t shy away from writing sexual themes, I would still prefer for the omo/peeing to be the focus of the story. Smut that just happens to have a little peeing is not really what I’m interested in. What I specialize in and am okay with writing: Stories about women, both loli and adult Stories about young boys, no older than early teens Fighting scenes Furry/anthro characters Stories with comedy and lighthearted tones Cute, if not necessarily romantic, pairings Story Examples: Putting the P in PC Gaming (Huniepop) Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow (Fire Emblem: Heroes) Mipha’s Disgrace (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) What’s a Bathroom, Again? (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Franchises I am most familiar with: Almost anything Nintendo-related, including but not limited to: The Legend of Zelda Fire Emblem (Note: Does not include the GBA titles) Xenoblade Chronicles Splatoon ARMS Pokemon (Both human and Pokemon omo is fine) Star Fox A few non-Nintendo games, including but not limited to: Huniepop Nier: Automata Persona 5 (Note: Still in the middle of playing this) Final Fantasy 9 Monster Hunter A Hat in Time Ace Attorney Anime franchises: My Hero Academia Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Aggretsuko (Note: not up to date on this) Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Disclaimers: Please note that requesting a story from one of the listed franchises does not guarantee I will be able to write about it. I am a slow writer and I work a part-time job. Depending on how long the story is, it may take over a month for me to finish it. I will post updates and stay in contact when I can, but I hope you can be patient with me otherwise. And there you have it. Feel free to post your commissions either in here or through private messages. Now to watch this thread sink straight into the void without a single request...
  3. ssjammerz

    female Cycling wetting 24

    Finally recovered from being ill, but in my excitement to make a new video I kinda rushed this one, so the quality isn't as good (and I really wanted to do a wetting in this kit for awhile). Oh well...that means I have to make another one, hopefully sooner rather than later! cyc24.wmv
  4. ssjammerz

    female Cycling wetting 25/26

    Did another wetting in my blue kit. I'm a lot happier with the outcome, although I think I could've drank a little bit more and wet myself more. Clip 25 was a test to make sure everything was good, and 26 shows you how long I peed for. It definitely eased the pain after! cyc25.wmv cyc26.wmv
  5. Hikewne

    The Twelve Fanatics

    Version 2.6.1

    4,817 downloads

    Description: And finally I have deigned to post something with an story of my own authory after a couple of years lurking. Here, I present you The Twelve Fanatics (which is the eh-"sequel" of another game I'm working on, called The Twelve Relics which was originally a novel I wrote years ago). Synopsis: In this world, a catastrophe repeats every 7000 years eradicating most human, animal and monster live forms in it; and, as one would expect, the survivors bring the world back to its course in time. During this one cycle, humans were given twelve powerful artifacts known as the Item Regalias, and based on them, twelve nations were founded. After some prosperous years, difficulties arised and I'm not really going to tell you my other game's whole story but these items cause a war between the nations. At first, it's just a cold war, but eventually unchains something bigger. This game takes part after that war ends, after almost 2,000 years, when the nations were starting to work back on communicating between eachother and establishing peaceful terms once again. Nevertheless, there's still people in pro for the war and thirsty for power out there who would do anything to bring the chaos back... Now, eight years after the big war ended, we find ourselves in the shoes of Solveig: an eighteen year old apprentice knight who wants to make her country and her world a better place to live in; but little she knew she was about to get in something bigger than what she could have ever imagined. Playstyle: Pretty much your regular RPG created with RPGVXA using some of Yanfly's engines to make it smoother. Battles are held between turns, as expected, with some explanations required that will be done ingame. [Things to notice: Skill Mastery system and Magic Level system, both will be explained ingame] Enjoy! SPECIAL THANKS TO: AkenoSama (Special collaboration) Sunflower (CG Artist) Harris (Tester & Background) AredApple (CG Artist) Phoenix (CG Artist) Makishi (CG Artist) DerivativeWings (Idea Collaboration and testing) anony123 (Testing) NaquanH (Testing) mogger (Testing) Main Discussion Thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/32616-rpg-maker-peedesperation-game-the-twelve-fanatics/ What we hope can hold the game's wiki: http://danverse.wikia.com/wiki/The_Twelve_Fanatics Lily's Exam Correct Answers: Probably this didn't go as expected. Kinda wanted to mess with your brains a little by doing this "puzzle" mathematically challenging... but I know that most of these topics aren't seen in a regular college program, so if anyone wants to know the correct answers, here they are: C: 80; E:65 360; 896 12x^3 - 4x 1/2lnx + C 280~ O 15/8 (x^-1/2)cosx dw + (2cosx/sinx)wdx = 0 y = C1x^-1/2sinx + C2x^-1/2cosx SIDE NOTE: There are five scenes to get in here. The range for them is as follows: 0~1 Right Answers 2~3 Right Answers 4~5 Right Answers 6~8 Right Answers Perfect Score ... ANNOUNCEMENT (Post Update 04/14/2017): We're still looking out for new artists who would like to join the project. If anyone is interested, please send me a private message! ANNOUNCEMENT 2 (02/11/2017): We just started a wiki! If you have time and you'd like to participate to create it, please don't doubt on send a word! ANNOUNCEMENT 3 (06/04/2018): Game has been momentarily taken down due to an explosion caused by eating too many mexican tacos. Please wait until we clean up. it's fixed probably...

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  6. rachelkirwan

    JAV - FF-078 - Public Group Pee Play

    Version 1.0.0

    644 downloads

    A group of Japanese girls wander about drinking liquids and doing various pee play things in public (like peeing off balconies, with one leg up, or off a slide), the fun thing about this video is that it has the women in a group and it looks like they are having fun :) Enjoy, Rach

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  7. Vicki woke up in her bedroom, she was on top of the sheets, naked and looked around for Bruce Wayne. She realised she was not anymore at Wayne Manor but at her house, still naked and after having sex with Bruce, who she secretly know is Batman. She looked at her watch to see what the time was it was 12:00 PM, “Oh holy fucking God, I am late for work.” She walked over to the bathroom and she sticks her big ass out and then pees herself and wets the floor of the bathroom again just like yesterday morning. Vicki feels like she has to shit now, so she moves the big red bucket over to her and squat over it to shit in it. She starts making farts, she farts and farts and finally the last one was wet fart and her shit fall on the floor she keeps messing on the floor. After her purpose accidents are finished, she cleans up her messy accidents. She gets changed putting her pink panties on, then she puts on her dark grey skirt, white top with light brown jacket, black pantyhose and her black high boots. he then makes herself breakfast, she poured herself a big glass of orange juice and goes to see Bruce. On the way she fells her bladder hurting and she had to pee, but she couldn’t go now. She was very close to her Wayne Manor, but there was no rest area on the way to Bruce’s. She continued riding and felt her urge getting worse, so she thought of putting some music on, but she did that last time and it didn’t work because of the add after the song. She sat there holding on trying not to pee herself. Her bladder was now half full and she squirmed, screamed and squeezed her legs together. She looked around the car and there was no empty bottles to pee in. She then looked outside and saw a big tree, she thought to herself thinking if she stops the car and pees behind the tree then she doesn’t have to worry about wetting herself again. She now has a full bladder, “Oh no, please not now!” Her first squirt of pee made her panties wet. She got to the tree and stopped the car and walked behind the tree. Just then it happened again her second squirt of pee gushing out from her pussy and shifting down into her pantied. So she pulled her skirt down then her panties and inspected her leaks. She pulled them down further. Vicki, now relieving herself while squatting and she feel the warmth of her hot golden pee. She then turned around and went back to the car and continued her drive to Bruce. She brought one coffee with her as she drank it up now. She felt the urge to pee again.”Oh no not now!” she said, she had to hold in her urge but she was near Bruce, so she just had to holding it in for a bit longer. She stopped her car outside walked to the front door and rang the buzzer and she was squeezing her legs tight in trying not to wet herself. Bruce walked up to the door to let her in. He opened the door and the two of them stared at each other and then said hi. Vicki said to Bruce “I,I,I can’t talk to you now and need to pee so badly!” Bruce replied “Ok.” Vicki is now walking to the bathroom at last she found it, she pulled a off her skirt and panties and stuck her sexy ass onto the toilet seat. Her hot urine flowed and her pain of holding onto to it longer died, which Vicki didn’t want to have two accidents today. So when she is down Vicki and Bruce get into something more classic (tuxedo and dress) Bruce said “Right, feel better now? Vicki replied “Bruce I feel much better.” Alfred comes in and said “I have made lunch. Then she hear randomly the voice of the Joker calling her “Vicki, Vicki, VICKI!!!” She tells this to Bruce and he says “I will look into this.” To Be Continued
  8. Dimwitrolo

    Bored and in my Bedroom

    Hey Nerds! I'm Jessie, and I'm bored! Completely Bored. Like absolutely bored. I got a week off work, but all my plans kinda fell through. And now into day two, I'm bored out my mind. I figured you guys could tell me what to do! yes I agree, it was an excellent idea. Not really too many limits, so long as you keep it in the realm of reality! Oh, and don't make the first response be 'Uuu get nekkid', because it ain't going to happen! Straight away, at least... And GO!
  9. And here we are, witnessing a new game that we're putting a lot of heart and effort in. Started around July 20th or so on my own, and a couple of people tagged in to discuss ideas and make the game's CG art. The game includes a peeing/desperation system simliar to those of Hare Ame, Mojique, Aquarius and other games alike. So far, the game doesn't include any pictures yet other than a few character faces (not for the main characters yet, though the artist is already working on them and has finished some as for this very moment; same goes for some of the CG art/pictures to be placed in the important scenes that we're not going to reveal one by one, but once everything is ready to a solid point then the game will be updated). Have to mention that this game is both an RPG and a sort-of Visual Novel, including quite a few dialogue and action cutscenes. The battle style is your usual RPG Maker-like: held between turns and following basic RPG rules; moreover, there are a couple of special features to be taken into account that are explained ingame to add in a different taste to players. So far, the game should have about one or two hours of playtime (depending on how meticulous you are about leveling up and how you manage the special scenes) but it introduces you into the very basics of the game. So far the desperation system is not yet activated, as the playable content right now is just the introductory scenes of two of the main characters. At any rate, this thread will be the tracking wall for the game and every matter regarding it will be commented here by the developing team. Also, please feel free to comment about anything you find in the game, be it bugs, spelling/syntax errors or other casualities. Also, if you liked the game be sure to leave your feedback! Side notes: After CG images are added, the game will stay encrypted to prevent teptation to spoil the players the Game's CG, yet if you're curious about it, feel free to decrypt it to check them out. Just keep in mind that surprise is always better What's posted so far is just the shell of the game. The desperation system is already made, but it won't be active until later on. Please look forward for it! In addition to all this, please be sure to post your opinions and any comment regarding the game you feel pertinent. Also, if you have any suggestions or any scenes you'd like to see in the game, be sure to let us know; ideas are always welcome. RTP is included in the game download, so there's no need to download it if you don't have it (I think, someone correct me if this isn't true). Download link in omorashi.org: https://omorashi.org/files/file/3685-the-twelve-fanatics/
  10. Chapter 1: A Saddist, a Cat, and Wetting!? It was the last day of the school year and eighteen-year old high school second year Miia Nonaka was just finishing up cleaning duty for her class. As she emptied the dustpan and put the broom away, she found it hard to believe that in just a couple weeks she would be senior. Miia grabbed the trashcan and headed off for the dumpster outside. While walking past a couple of first year boys, she heard one of them say, “Did you see that really hot chick at the front entrance of the school?” “The one with the long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes who looked really refined? Yeah, I saw her. And unfortunately, so did that delinquent Endo,” replied the second boy. Miia stopped in her tracks. The girl they were describing sounded familiar. Without thinking, she walked over to the two boys and asked, “This girl you are talking about, was she wearing a necklace with a crescent moon on it?” “As a matter of fact, she was,” answered the first boy. “I think she left with Endo,” added the second boy. “I bet they’re probably behind the school. What a girl like that sees in a guy like him is beyond me.” “Thanks for the tip,” said Miia as she took off down the hall at full speed, trashcan still in hand. She only hoped that the girl they were talking about was not who she thought it was. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Just as the first-year student had guessed, Endo and the blonde girl were indeed behind the school. “I thought you said you saw Miia back here. Where is she?” asked the girl. “I guess she must’ve already went home. But I’m available,” said Endo. His full name was Kenjiro Endo. He was a 6’3” and very muscular second year student. Kenjiro had the reputation for being the toughest delinquent in school. He was so tough that even the teachers were scared of him. “Well then, I’ll just get going,” replied the girl. “Sorry to take up your time.” As she tried to walk away, Kenjiro grabbed her and slammed her into the wall. “What’s the rush?” asked Kenjiro, an evil smile crossing his face. “Why don’t we get to know each other better?” Suddenly he felt something slam into his back. He spun around and saw a trashcan lying on the ground. Looking down at the trashcan, he screamed, “Whoever threw that is a dead man!” As he looked up, he saw a girl standing roughly twenty feet away. She was 5’4”, had long black hair tied up into a pony tail, and was wearing glasses with an open red frame. He recognized her as one of the girls who often assisted the disciplinary committee. He believed her name was Nonaka something or other. “Did you throw this at me?” “Sure did,” said Miia. “Now let her go meathead.” “What did you call me?!” “I know you’re stupid, but you’re not deaf. Either you let her go or I will take her by force. Your choice.” Despite her tough sounding words, Miia was shaking on the inside. “I don’t like hitting girls but you’re asking for it,” said Kenjiro as a vein began to bulge in his forehead. “Bring it on sissy boy,” taunted Miia, seriously hoping that her self -defense training would be enough to take him down if he attacked her. “YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!” he screamed as he charged her. Kenjiro threw the first punch. Miia easily sidestepped it. She then grabbed Kenjiro’s arm, and using Kenjiro’s momentum against him, flipped him over her shoulder before slamming him hard onto the ground. Before Kenjiro could react, Miia jumped on top of him and performed the iron octopus (a move where the attacker wraps their legs around their opponent’s neck while simultaneously wrenching one of the opponent’s arms backwards). Kenjiro screamed in pain, his left arm feeling like it could be dislocated any second. His screams were quickly cut off when Miia began squeezing her legs tight around his neck. At the rate things were going, Kenjiro would lose consciousness in less than a minute. “I’ll let go if you admit defeat,” said Miia. Kenjiro didn’t respond, but Miia knew he was still conscious. “If you don’t submit soon, you’ll lose consciousness.” “Screw you,” he gasped. “Fine then, I’ll make this as quick as possible.” Miia began to squeeze tighter until Kenjiro lost consciousness seconds later. Once she was sure that Kenjiro was out cold, she released him and jumped to her feet. She ran over to the blond girl. “Lady Saya, are you alright?” “I’m fine,” she answered as she looked over at the unconscious man lying on the ground, “although I think you went a little overboard.” “I didn’t have a choice. As a servant to the Watanabe family, it is my duty to protect you,” stated Miia. For generations, the Nonaka family had served the Watanabe, a family with powerful connections in business and politics. Miia’s father was a live-in butler for the powerful family. From the time she was little, she had grown up with the knowledge that she too would one day serve the family. For the time being, she was for a lack of a better word, Saya Watanabe’s personal assistant. Miia continued to stare as Saya, “What are you doing here anyways? You’re supposed to be back at the mansion. Does Boris-san even know you’re here?” The man to whom she was referring was Boris Ivanov, the forty-year old head of security for the Watanabe family. He had been working for the Watanabe family since the day Saya was born. Standing at 6’5”, he was an extremely muscular man trained in various forms of martial arts who could also bench press 300lbs without breaking a sweat. If his tall appearance and muscular frame weren’t intimidating enough, he also had a scar that ran down from above his right eye diagonally to his left cheek. Rumor around the mansion had it that he was a former assassin for the KGB. Of course, Miia didn’t believe this. To her, he was sort of like an uncle, although she would never say that out loud. In fact, he was the one who had trained her in self-defense. “I got bored waiting at the mansion for you so I decided to come see what your school is like. Uncle Boris said it was alright as long as you are with me,” replied Saya. She then bowed her head down, her feet kicking at the dirt below her. “Are you mad at me?” The truth about Saya was that she had never actually gone to school before. Saya had been born with an incredibly strange condition where the iris in her right eye could change from its normal blue color to a red or green color. What’s more, when her eye color changed, so too did her personality. Saya was the main personality. She was cheerful, optimistic, and despite being the same age as Miia, she was very childlike. The reason that she was childlike had nothing to do with her intelligence, in fact she was incredibly bright, rather it had to do with the fact that she was extremely naïve as a result of being sheltered her entire life. When her right eye turned green, a personality named Kana would take over. Kana was typically calm, cool, and collected. She was the most mature and intelligent out of Saya’s three personalities and often acted as the voice of reason. The third personality was named Mai, and she would appear when Saya’s right eye turned red. Out of all the personalities, Mai was the most unpredictable and also the most dangerous. Mai was foul-tempered, brash, and sadistic. She took extreme pleasure in humiliating those who got on her bad side. Miia was her usual target, even if she had done nothing to set Mai off. While Saya was aware of the existence of the other two personalities, she would have no memory of their actions whenever she reverted back to normal. On the other hand, the other two personalities had access to all of Saya’s memories. In addition to her inability to remember the actions of the other personalities, Saya had very little control over when one of the other personalities would manifest itself nor did she have the power to stop them. Because the Mai personality was so dangerous, Saya had been confined to the mansion, never able to go out in public without an escort. “I’m not mad,” replied Miia. “I just wish you would show a little more caution.” She then turned her attention to Kenjiro who was still lying unconscious on the ground. “What are we going to do about him?” “I have an idea, but I’m going to need you to get me a couple things,” said Saya. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. As Kenjiro opened his eyes, he saw that someone was dangling something above his face. His vision was still too blurry to tell what it was. Instinct kicking in, he grabbed the person’s arm and tightly squeezed. “Owww, you’re hurting me,” squealed a female voice. As Kenjiro’s vision began to clear, he saw that the person dangling the object above him was the blond girl he had hit on earlier. In her hand was a wet cloth. “I was just checking the wet cloth I put on your head, so could you please let go?” Kenjiro did as the girl asked. Shifting his gaze, he saw that the girl who had knocked him out was standing just a couple feet away. The look on her face told him that she was ready to do it again if he tried anything. “Why are you still here?” he muttered as he slowly sat up. The moment he did, he felt pain in his shoulder. Placing his hand on it, he felt something cold. Turning his head, he saw that a makeshift icepack had been tied to his shoulder. “Did you do this?” he asked turning his head towards the blond girl. “No,” smiled Saya, “that was Miia’s doing.” She paused for a moment to straighten out the icepack. “You know, it’s not polite to attack girls.” “Yeah, so what?” spat Kenjiro. “Just in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a delinquent. I do whatever I want when I want. You got a problem with that girly?” “First off don’t call her girly,” said Miia as she walked closer to him. “Her name is Saya Watanabe and you should be thanking her since it was her idea that we help you in the first place.” “Shut up bitch. I didn’t ask for your help,” retorted Kenjiro. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the side of his cheek. Turning his face towards Saya, he saw that her hand was raised and the palm was slightly red. “Don’t talk to girls like that. It’s extremely rude,” exclaimed Saya her cheeks puffed up in an angry expression. The look on her face was so cute that it made Kenjiro blush. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s alright,” said Saya as she moved closer towards him. “Earlier you said you were a delinquent who does whatever he wants when he wants. Why? Don’t you care that your actions might be hurting others?” “Hell no,” answered Kenjiro. “Why should I care about anybody else when it’s obvious that they don’t give a damn about me? All my life, people have looked at me and called me a freak because of my size and the look of my eyes. They’ve told me that I would never amount to anything and that I would end up rotting in a jail cell just like my old man.” He paused for a moment, the rage welling up inside of him. “I decided long ago that if a monster is what they want, then it’s a monster they’ll get.” As he looked into Saya’s eyes, he could see a trace of sadness in them. “I DON’T NEED YOUR PITY!” screamed Kenjiro “It’s not pity,” said Saya as she placed a hand on his face. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want to be like this do you?” “Shut up,” he yelled as he slapped her hand away. “You don’t know a thing about me!” Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. “You don’t know what it’s like to be despised and hated over something that you can’t control.” Saya merely looked at him, the look in her eyes conveying a sense of understanding as though she too had experienced something similar. Then without warning, Saya wrapped her arms around Kenjiro and squeezed tightly. “What are you doing?” he screamed as he tried to push her off. “Let go of me!” “You’re not a bad person,” whispered Saya. “Shut up!” he screamed. “You’re not a bad person,” she repeated, clenching him tighter. “I don’t want to be like this,” admitted Kenjiro. By this time, tears were cascading down Kenjiro’s cheeks. “I want people to like me. I want to have real friends who care about me. I don’t want to be a monster.” “Then man up and change,” shouted Miia. Kenjiro turned his head to see that Miia’s face was just inches from his. “It doesn’t do you any good to give up on yourself so easily. If you don’t want people to treat you like a monster, then prove to them that you’re a good person. You should give people a chance to see the real you because if I had to guess, he’s probably pretty great.” “You think so?” sniffled Kenjiro as he wiped the tears away with his arm. “Yeah,” agreed Saya as she pulled herself away from him. “Just be yourself and I’m sure you’ll find friends in no time. After all, you’ve already found two.” Kenjiro looked at Miia who nodded her head in agreement. “We should probably get going,” said Miia as she looked at her watch. “Ok,” replied Saya as she got to her feet. Taking one last look at Kenjiro, she said, “Try to stay out of trouble now.” As the two girls walked off, Kenjiro couldn’t help but think that these two girls were incredibly strange. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Shortly after their encounter with Kenjiro, Miia retrieved her bag from the classroom and the two girls began the journey home. They were a couple blocks away from the school when Saya’s stomach began growling. “Do you want to stop somewhere on the way home?” asked Miia, having noticed the grumbling sounds. Saya nodded in embarrassment. “There’s a crepe stand not too far from here.” “That sounds nice,” said Saya as she tried to conceal her excitement, “I’ve never been to a crepe stand before.” Miia shook her head and laughed. Saya’s childlike personality was always a breath of fresh air. They arrived at the crepe stand minutes later. Saya spent several minutes looking at the menu, “I think I want the chocolate banana crepe.” “Alright,” replied Miia. “Why don’t you go find us a seat?” Once Saya was gone, Miia began to place her order. “One chocolate banana crepe and one strawberries and cream crepe.” “Coming right up miss,” answered a female voice that sounded familiar. Miia looked up and saw that it was her classmate and close friend Akira Tendo. “Akira, what are you doing here?” asked Miia. “My mother owns this stand. She’s sick today so I’m filling in for her.” Miia took out her wallet and began rifling through it. “How much do I owe you?” “Don’t worry, it’s on the house. I owe you at least that much for the notes you lent me for the science test. Now go take a seat and I’ll bring these to you when I’m done,” replied Akira as she began pouring the batter. Miia nodded her head and walked over to the table that Saya was sitting at. As she looked around, she noticed for the first time that they were the only ones there. A few minutes later, Akira came over to them, two piping hot crepes in her hands. “Here you are,” she said as she handed the two girls their crepes. She then pulled out a chair and sat down. Akira stared at the blond girl. After several seconds, she asked “Hey Miia, who’s your cute friend?” “My name is Saya Watanabe,” answered the blond girl for herself. As she stared at the crepe girl, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. Akira’s face lit up. “Wait a second, you’re Saya! Miia has told me so much about you. All good things rest assured.” Staring at the girl’s smile, Saya could tell that there was something about her that she didn’t like. The puzzled look on Saya’s face reminded Akira of something important. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you who I am. I’m Akira Tendo and I’ve been in the same class as Miia since the first year of middle school.” “That’s odd,” said Saya her voice coming off as kind of cold. “What’s odd?” asked a puzzled Akira. “It’s just that Miia has never mentioned your name at home. Then again she never mentions anything about school.” “I don’t talk to you about my school life because I don’t want to bore you,” replied Miia. In truth, Miia didn’t talk about her school life at home because she didn’t want to make Saya feel like she was missing out on anything. “So, you don’t talk about me at home because you find me boring?” teased Akira. “That’s not true,” said a flustered Miia as she bit into her crepe. “I’m just teasing,” laughed Akira. “What you choose to talk about at home is your own business. By the way you have a little bit of whipped cream on the left side of your face.” “Really?” asked Miia as she began reaching for the left side of her face. “I’ve got it,” shouted Saya. Before Miia could stop her, Saya pressed her tongue to Miia’s cheek and licked the cream off. All the while, she had kept one eye on Akira. “WHAT THE HELL!” screamed a blushing Miia as she jumped up from her seat, her hand placed against her cheek. “Relax,” answered Saya. “I was just having a bit of fun. I mean we’re practically sisters after all.” “Sisters?” echoed Akira, doing her best to hide her shock after witnessing the strange scene. “Miia and I were raised together since we were infants so it only makes sense to think of ourselves as sisters.” Akira thought about it for a moment, “Makes sense I guess.” “By the way Tendo-san…” Akira quickly interrupted Saya. “Please call me Akira.” “Okay, Akira-san,” said Saya as she took a bite from her crepe. “You two seem to be very close for just a couple of classmates.” “Of course we are,” agreed Akira. “Miia is my girlfriend after all.” The sudden declaration caused Saya to squeeze down on her crepe, causing chocolate to spew all over her hands and face. “Saya, are you all right?” asked Miia as she handed her some napkins. “Yeah, Akira-san just startled me a little is all,” answered Saya as she began wiping the chocolate from her hands and face. “I guess it makes since to call her your girlfriend since she is a girl who is a friend.” “That’s not what I meant,” said Akira as she leaned in and gave Miia a quick kiss on the lips. “She and I are going out. I hope that’s not a problem.” “Not at all,” smiled Saya. “Who Miia chooses to go out with is her own business. It just would’ve been nice to have a little warning.” Before she could say anything more, the group heard a customer over by the crepe stand call for service. “Looks like it’s time to get back to work,” declared Akira as she stood up. “Well it was nice meeting you Saya-chan. I hope we can meet again real soon.” “Likewise,” nodded Saya. She watched as the other girl went back to manning the crepe stand. “Are you all right?” asked Miia, noticing a slight change in Saya’s mood. “Just peachy,” responded Saya as she once again began eating her crepe. The two girls ate their crepes in awkward silence before beginning their walk home. The walk was equally as awkward with neither of them speaking a word on the way home. Even still, Miia was just happy that tomorrow was Saturday and that school was out for the next couple of weeks until the new school year started in April. Little did she know just what was awaiting her the next day. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was 9:00 a.m. when Miia’s alarm went off. She got out of bed, threw some clothes on and began making her way for Saya’s room. As she knocked on Saya’s door, Miia thought about how they had hardly uttered a word to each other since arriving home the previous afternoon. After knocking on the door a couple times, Miia entered the room. The room was empty which was unusual as Saya rarely woke up before Miia did as Saya was not much of a morning person. “I bet she’s eating breakfast,” said Miia to herself as she began making her way down the stairs and towards the dining room. Sure enough, Saya was already sitting at the dining room table which could easily sit twenty-two people. She was sitting at one of the ends of the table nibbling on a piece of toast, her bedhead hiding her eyes. Miia sat down next to her, a plate having already been prepared for her. As she looked around, she noticed that the mansion seemed sort of empty. “It’s never this quiet. Where is everybody?” “Daddy had a business trip and he took the staff with him and mom’s still in Paris for that fashion show,” mumbled Saya, “It’s just you and me until tomorrow night.” Despite being incredibly rich, the Watanabe family only had a handful of trusted live-in staff as Saya’s parents found it vital to keep her condition a secret from the outside world. “I see,” replied Miia as she poured herself a cup of tea. Saya’s mother and father were hardly ever home and when they were, they pretty much ignored Saya. It had been this way since Saya was old enough to talk. Part of it was because they were busy, but their main reason was that they did not know how to handle a daughter whose personality could change at the drop of a hat. While Saya had every right to be angry at the world, she instead chose to greet each day with a smile on her face. On the other hand, Miia’s mother had died from an illness when Miia was six years old and her father was always serving Saya’s parents so she didn’t get to see him much. Unlike Saya, Miia couldn’t help but feel a little bitter. In fact if it weren’t for Saya, Miia would have likely run away a long time ago. As Mia took a sip of tea, she couldn’t help but notice it’s strange taste. “Hey Saya, do you know who made the tea this morning? It tastes a little weird.” “I made it,” said an aggressive female voice. As Miia slowly turned her head towards Saya, she saw that her left eye had turned red. “It’s my special blend.” “Mai,” gasped Miia as she shot up from her chair and slowly backed away from the table. “You know you’re not welcome here. Revert back to Saya right now!” “No can do,” replied Mai. “I haven’t been in control of this body since New Year’s Day and now that I am, it’s time we have some fun. Come on, let’s play.” Mai watched as Miia reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. “And just who do you think you’re calling?” “I’m calling your dad so he can send someone over to deal with you.” “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” “And why not?” retorted Miia as she prepared to dial the number. “Because if you don’t do exactly as I say, I will call that Akira girl over here. I’m sure she’ll play with me in your stead. Of course when it comes to playing, I don’t know how to hold back.” “Nice try, but as long as I have my phone in my hand, there is no way for you to contact her,” smiled Miia, feeling as though she had finally got one over on Mai. “Oh really?” smirked Mai as she removed her own phone from her pocket. She proceeded to open the phone and pressed speed dial. Mai then showed the number to Miia. It was Akira’s. “How the hell did you get that number?” gasped Miia. “It wasn’t hard. I just snuck into your room while you were in the shower yesterday and copied the number to my phone. Now you have a choice to make. You can do what I say, or I will torment that girlfriend of yours.” “Fine,” relented Miia, “I’ll do what you want, just promise that you’ll leave her alone.” “You have my word,” promised Mai. “Now eat up, you’ll need your strength for what I have planned.” She watched as Miia sat back down and began eating breakfast. A wicked smile spread across Mai’s face. “Also, I want you to finish every last drop of tea, after all, I made it especially for you.” Miia did as she was told, knowing all the while that whatever Mai had planned was going to be trouble. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was a little after 10:00 a.m. when Miia came out of the bathroom. Shortly after eating breakfast, Mai had handed her a box containing an outfit that she was to change into immediately. The outfit came in two pieces. The top of the outfit was a white tube top that only covered the immediate areas on and around her breast. The top and bottom of the tube top was covered with white fur. The bottom of the outfit was a pair of white shorts that were so short and snug that they were practically underwear. For accessories, Miia had been forced to don a pair of cat ears, a tail, and a collar. While the tail and ears were certainly strange, the collar was the strangest of the accessories. The ends of the collar seemed to have magnetic ends because the moment the ends clasped together around her neck, she found that she couldn’t pull the collar off. As she waited for Mai at the bottom of the stairs, she couldn’t help but notice that the outfit fit her almost perfectly, as though it had been tailored specifically for her. Knowing Mai, that was a very real possibility. “My, my, my,” called a voice from on top of the stairs. It was Mai. Mai had changed out of her pajamas and had tied up her hair in a ponytail. She was now wearing a black blouse and blood red skirt. As she walked down the stairs, she said, “It looks like that outfit I had made for you suits you quite well.” Once at the bottom of the stairs, she began circling around Miia. Then without warning, she grabbed hold of Miia’s ass and gave it a tight squeeze. “Well, that’s a shame.” “What are you talking about?” squealed Miia as Mai continued to fondle her ass. “It would seem that you gained a bit of weight back here. It’s probably all the sweets you’ve been sneaking.” “I did not gain weight!” she screamed, her face red with embarrassment. “It makes no difference,” smiled Mai as she bent down to get a better look at the fit of the shorts. “To tell you the truth, I think I like you a bit better with a little extra junk in the trunk.” She then proceeded to bite down on Miia’s ass. “Stop!” she squealed as she felt Mai’s teeth press down on her skin through the fabric. “Alright,” responded Mai as she backed off. She then walked in front of Miia and stared her down. “Now that our little foreplay is over, it’s time to get down to business. For your first task, I want you to clean the outdoor swimming pool.” “But it’s the middle of March.” “And you’re point?” “It’s still too cold to be swimming outside, even if the pool is heated.” “I know that.” “Then why do you want me to clean it?” “Because I always wanted to see you clean something while in a slutty cat getup,” smirked Mai. She then pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket. “Of course, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do. I could always just call Akira over instead. Unfortunately, I don’t think I have anything that might fit her. I guess I could always have her wash the pool while naked.” “I’ll do it,” relented Miia. “Just remember to keep your part of the deal.” She followed Mai to the outdoor pool where all the cleaning materials were already set up. “Knock yourself out,” said Mai as she handed Miia a pool broom. She then walked over to one of the pool chairs and sat down. “Be sure to do a good job. I want to see my own reflection in every last tile.” “Screw you,” muttered Miia under her breath. “What was that?” “Nothing,” replied Miia as she lowered herself into the now empty pool and began scrubbing the floor. It would take her almost an hour to finish just half of the pool floor. As she hosed down the portion that she had just scrubbed, she felt a tingling sensation in her bladder. She did her best to ignore it, but within minutes that tingling sensation became a painful throbbing sensation. Miia looked behind her and saw that Mai was sitting just above the pool, her red eye glaring down at her as she sipped her drink. “Hey Mai, I need to use the bathroom. Can I take a quick break?” Mai continued to glare down at her. “Oh come on now, it’s been an hour and you still haven’t finished scrubbing the pool. As your supervisor I can’t allow you to take a break until you’ve at least finished scrubbing the entire pool floor.” “But I’m going to wet myself,” complained Miia as she began jumping from one foot to the other. “That’s fine,” replied Mai, “the suit your wearing is waterproof.” An evil smile came over her face. “Of course if you wet yourself, you’ll have to scrub the pool floor again.” “You’re evil!” cried Miia as she tried to hold it in. “I know right,” laughed Mai. “Now you better get scrubbing before you have an accident.” Just as Miia was getting ready to say something back, a loud buzzing filled the air. It was Mai’s cell phone. “Who could possibly be calling me right now?” As she opened her phone and looked at the number, she saw that it was her dad. “DAMN IT!” she screamed. “That man never calls unless he wants something!” She took a few deep breaths to settle herself before answering the phone. “Hi Daddy, what can I do for you?” asked Mai in a spot-on impersonation of Saya. She went silent for a moment as the man on the other line told her what he wanted. “I see, I’ll email you the document from the computer in your study. I’ll call you when I pull it up. Bye.” As she hung up the phone, she screamed, “DROP DEAD YOU DAMN BASTARD!!!” Mai got up from her chair and looked down at Miia. “I have to go email a file to that bastard old man of mine. While I’m doing that, you are not to exit the pool. Try not to wet yourself while I’m gone.” With that, Mai turned her back to Miia and walked back into the mansion. “Thank goodness, she’s gone,” said Miia to herself. By this time the desperation was so bad that she was having to use the broom for support. It took a few seconds for Miia to come to the decision that if she wanted to avoid wetting herself, she would need to disobey Mai’s orders. Moving quickly, Miia climbed up the pool’s steps and looked around. Mai was nowhere in sight. Miia figured that Mai would be gone for at least five minutes. That was more than enough time to void her bladder. The only problem was that she couldn’t go back inside the mansion. There were two reasons for this. The first was that her bare feet were wet which would make it easy for Mai to tell whether or not Miia had entered the mansion. The second reason was that Mai might run into her before she could get back to the pool area. As she thought about what to do, she noticed some small rose bushes that were just tall enough that she could squat behind them without being seen. While it was not the most ideal choice, it was better than the alternative. Miia made a mad dash for the bushes, yanked down her shorts, and squatted down. She quickly raised her head above the bushes to make sure that Mai hadn’t come back, before ducking back down. Miia’s muscles relaxed a bit as she released a thick flow of urine into the grass and dirt beneath her. She watched as it pooled and foamed. “I didn’t think I had to go this much,” she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes. She soon lost track of time. By the time she was done, the ground was completely drenched with her piss. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” came a noise from above her. As Miia opened her eyes, she was shocked to see Mai standing on the other side of the rose bushes. Miia yanked her pants up and jumped to her feet. Mai glared at her, “You know, I was honestly thinking about giving you a bathroom break if you had been a good girl and done what I told you to. Unfortunately, you’ve violated my trust and now you have to be punished.” Miia watched in horror as Mai lifted her phone. “This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you.” Mai then pressed the button. A buzzing sound filled the air but it wasn’t coming from Mai’s phone, rather it was coming from the collar around Miia’s neck. As Miia looked down at the collar, Mai pressed another button on her phone. A split second later, Miia was on the ground writhing in pain as a sudden jolt of electricity exited the collar and entered her body. It only lasted a few seconds, but those few second were more than enough to get Mai’s point across. Mai walked behind the bush and bent down in front of Miia. “I guess I was wrong because I didn’t feel a thing.” “YOU BITCH!” screamed Miia as she lunged for the phone. Only Mai was a bit faster. Miia’s body convulsed once more as another jolt of electricity entered her body, this one a little bit stronger than the first. “Bad kitty,” scolded Mai. She then lifted Miia’s chin. “Now you know the punishment for bad little kitty cats. If you don’t want another jolt of electricity, I suggest that you do as I say.” “Yes ma’am,” gasped Miia as she slowly sat up. “Good, now get back to work,” she ordered. Miia stumbled a couple of times before finally managing to get to her feet. As she made her way back to the pool, she found herself grateful for the fact that she had managed to empty her bladder. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. It was almost 2 p.m. when Miia finished scrubbing the entire pool. The electric shocks she had received earlier had been great motivators for her to finish the job quickly. As she got out of the empty pool, she felt another surge strike her bladder, this time much stronger than what she had experienced earlier. The pain was so bad that she fell to her knees. “This is impossible,” she said to herself as she doubled over in pain, her hands pressed tightly against her crotch. “I completely emptied my bladder and I haven’t drank anything since breakfast. There should be no reason that I have to go this bad.” Miia heard laughing. As she looked up she saw that Mai was standing in front of her. “It looks like my special tea is finally starting to kick in.” “What did you do to me?” cried Miia, the pain growing worse by the second. “Don’t worry, you won’t die. I merely gave you tea spiked with a powerful diuretic. The first time you went, it was because of the amount of tea I forced you to drink. This time hurts more than before because the diuretic is forcing your kidneys to produce urine from fluid that your body doesn’t have to spare. Essentially, you’ll keep peeing until your body flushes the chemicals out or dehydrates itself. Whichever comes first.” “I get it,” grunted Miia. “I did as you asked of me and cleaned the entire pool. Now can I go to the bathroom.” “Not happening,” replied Mai. “You disobeyed my orders once, now you get to deal with the consequences. You’re going to stay in this spot until you wet yourself. Fair warning, I will shock you if you try to stand up or pull your pants down.” “That’s fine by me,” said Miia as she got herself into a sitting position. “I’ll sit here, but I will not wet myself. I’ll prove to you that I can take your abuse.” “Let’s see you try to hold out,” smirked Mai as she sat behind Miia. She then wrapped her arms around Miia. Mai placed one of her hands down Miia’s pants, while grabbing onto one of Miia’s breasts with the other. Miia moaned as Mai began massaging her crotch and breast. “Is that the best you got?” taunted Miia as she struggled to keep her composure. “I’m just getting started,” Mai whispered into Miia’s ear. Suddenly Mai began nibbling on Miia’s ear lobe. As she did this, she pressed down harder on Miia’s crotch and began squeezing Miia’s breast tighter. Miia moaned, but she refused to give in. A couple minutes passed without anything happening. “You really are a stubborn one, aren’t you? Can’t you see that your body is in pain? All you have to do to relieve it is just let it flow.” “I won’t,” moaned Miia. “Purposely wetting oneself as an adult is both indecent and disgusting.” “Is it really?” asked Mai in a seductive tone. “The only reason you find it disgusting is because you don’t know the true pleasures of it do you. Just imagine that warm wet feeling running down your crotch and legs as you bathe yourself in your own juices. Oh god, just thinking about it is starting to make me wet.” Miia felt Mai’s grip loosen. “You’re a pig!” screamed Miia as she thrust the back of her elbow into Mai’s gut. Using all the strength she could muster, Miia sprung to her feet and made a dash for the house. She was mere feet from the door when a powerful electric current ripped through her body and brought her to her knees. Suddenly the ground beneath her felt wet. At first she thought that she had ripped up her knees, but as she looked down she saw that it was much worse. The once white shorts she was wearing were growing yellower with each passing second. Pressing down on her crotch in an effort to push back the flood, she rose to her feet in a last-ditch attempt to run inside the house. “I don’t think so,” shouted Mai as she pressed the button again. Miia screamed as the shock hit her. Mai watched with satisfaction as the last shock finally caused the dam to burst. A golden downpour came spewing from beneath Miia’s shorts. Roughly ten seconds later, the poor girl collapsed into her own piss lake. Her face became a mixture of both embarrassment and relief. It took four minutes for Miia’s bladder to completely empty. By the time she was done, her piss lake had become a piss ocean. Mai walked up to her and taunted, “Do you feel better now?” “Go to hell,” yelled Miia, tears of anger forming in the corners of her eyes. The smile on Mai’s face turned to pure rage as she said, “It looks like you still need to be punished.” With that, Mai hiked up her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Suddenly a jet of piss gushed out of Mai’s crotch and slammed into Miia’s body. Within seconds, Miia’s front was almost completely covered in piss. “Stop,” she gasped as she tried to keep it out of her mouth. “Why should I?” taunted Mai. “You’re already drenched in piss anyway, so what does it matter if I spray you a little more?” Something finally snapped in Miia. “I TOLD YOU TO STOP!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she lunged forward and buried her neck in Mai’s crotch “LET GO!” yelled Mai. “NO!” “THEN TAKE THIS!” Mai pressed the shock button again. However, in her anger she failed to realize that she was peeing against Miia’s collar. Mai began to convulse as electricity moved from the collar, up through the urine stream, and finally into her body. The shock was enough to send her sprawling backwards. As she lay on her back, she could feel the remaining contents of her bladder pool beneath her. “She got me,” she muttered to herself. Mai could feel her vision getting blurrier. Before she knew it, Miia was standing over her, the collar in her hand. “Tell me why you did this or I swear to god that I will put this collar around your neck.” “You really don’t get it do you,” laughed Mai. “No matter what you do, no matter where you go, you will always belong to Saya. I was simply reminding you of your place as her property.” And with that, she passed out. Less than a minute later, the blond girl opened her eyes, except this time her right eye was once again it’s normal blue color. She was Saya again. “Where am I and why am I covered in pee?” Her attention suddenly turned to Miia who was standing in front of her. Saya got to her feet and looked her friend over. “Miia, why are you wearing that slutty cat suit and why are you covered in pee as well?” As she reached out her hand, Miia slapped it away. “Stay the hell away from me!” shrieked Miia, tears flooding her eyes. And with that she ran into the house leaving a still stunned Saya behind. “What the hell did I do?” she asked herself as tears began pouring down her cheeks. Suddenly she felt lightheaded. Another possession was happening. She fell to her knees as another personality slowly began taking hold of her body. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Miia was in the bathroom hosing herself down when she heard a knock on the door. Grabbing the wash bucket, she yelled, “Don’t you dare come in here!” Everything was silent for a moment. Then the door slowly opened as an eye became visible through the crack. It was green. “Miia, it’s Kana. Can I please come in?” asked the green-eyed girl. “Do what you want,” replied Miia, no longer having the strength to fight back. Miia watched as Kana entered the bathroom and shut the door. She was completely naked. “What do you want?” “I came here to clean this body off,” replied Kana. “It wouldn’t be very good if Saya caught a cold from being drenched in urine.” Kana then grabbed the shower head and began washing off Saya’s body. When she was finished, she turned to Miia and asked, “Do you mind if I wash your back?” “I don’t care,” muttered Miia as she turned around. Her body shivered a bit as she felt the soapy sponge hit her back. “Miia, I want to apologize for Mai’s behavior. What she did was truly despicable, but you must not blame Saya for it.” “Why shouldn’t I? Mai is a part of her so anything she does is on Saya’s behalf. Tell me I’m wrong.” “Sadly, I can’t. However, I will ask this. Have you ever stopped to consider why Mai tends to attack you in the first place?” “Because she’s a total sadist who likes to see me suffer.” “While it’s true that she is a sadist, your assessment of her is incorrect. Like me, she is trying to help Saya. Only we go about it in completely different ways.” “What do you mean by help her? Is there something wrong with Saya that she isn’t telling me?” “I’m sorry but that is something that I cannot tell you. All I can tell you is this. While Saya has a biological family, you are the only one she truly considers family. Now that I have said my piece, I must take my leave. Please enjoy your bath.” Miia watched as Kana left the bathroom. “Family, huh?” said Miia to herself as she got into the bath. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………... It was the middle of the night as Miia lied in bed. Her mind was still racing over the conversation she had with Kana. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. She remained silent as the door slowly opened. Standing at the door was the blond girl. “Which one are you right now?” asked Miia as she got out of bed. Miia was wearing nothing but a pair of panties due to the fact that she tended to get night sweats when she wore shirts to bed. “It’s Saya,” said the girl as she walked closer. Sure enough, both her eyes were blue. “I wanted to apologize for what happened. Kana left me a note detailing what Mai did to you while she had control of my body.” “I’m sorry Saya, but I can’t forgive Mai or you.” “Why not? I can understand why you don’t want to forgive Mai, but why won’t you forgive me?” “Because you’re hiding something from me and whatever it is your hiding caused Mai to attack me.” “I’m not hiding anything.” “Quit lying!” shouted Miia. The room went deftly quiet. Suddenly a flash of lightning illuminated the room. Thunder shook the room a split second later. It was enough to cause Saya to lunge forward in fear. She wrapped her arms around Miia and buried her head in Miia’s breasts, her legs trembling to the point that the poor girl could barely stand. “It’s alright,” said Miia. “It was just a bit of thunder is all.” The room was silent for a few more seconds. “I’m sorry,” mumbled Saya, her head still buried in Miia’s large breasts. “The reason Mai attacked you was because I was angry that you never tell me anything about school or your friends. We used to be so close and now it feels like we’re drifting apart. When I found out that you had a girlfriend, I got scared that she would take you away from me. Mai was only trying to scare you into staying away from Akira-san.” Saya looked up from Miia’s breasts, “Please forgive my selfishness.” Her gaze shifted back down again as she waited for Miia’s response. “Idiot,” screamed Miia as she wrapped her arms around Saya and pulled her in tight. “Why didn’t you tell me what you were feeling sooner?” Saya didn’t even have to look up to know that her friend was crying, but still she looked into her friend’s tear stained face. “You’re my sister. You know that you can tell me anything.” Saya buried her face once more into Miia’s breasts. “I was so lonely,” she sobbed. Miia squeezed her tight. “I know and I promise that I won’t ever let you feel that way again.” As the thunder raged on outside, the two girls hopped into the same bed and fell asleep, just like they used to when they were children. To be continued…
  11. Found this searching XTube. Nice desperation and peeing. Nudity near the end https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/holding-challenge-till-my-bladder-is-bursting-and-wetting-32200602 Holding challenge till my bladder is bursting and wetting.mp4
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  15. OmoCommando

    Arena of Desperate Battles

    “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  16. A cool breeze filled the air as a horse-drawn cart made its way down a dirt path. The man at the reigns was twenty-five-year-old Kraft Lawrence, a traveling merchant. Sitting on the bench next to him was his traveling companion Holo. While to most people she looked like a normal fifteen-year-old girl, she was anything but. In truth, Holo was actually a six-hundred-year-old elephant-sized wolf who could take human form, although her ears and tail remained visible. They had first met in the town of Pasole, where Holo was worshiped as a harvest deity. However, due to the townsfolk beginning to forsake her, she wanted to leave for her original home. Lawrence helped her escape while promising that he would help her get back home. The two had been traveling together ever since. As the two made their way through the countryside, Holo was brushing the tail that she was very proud of. “This wind is making the fur on my beautiful tail stand up,” grunted Holo as she did her best to keep the fur nice and tidy. After a few more minutes of trying to keep her fur down, she eventually gave up. “How vexing,” she complained as she put her comb away. “Even with the wind, your tail still looks beautiful,” smiled Lawrence. In the months that he had been traveling with her, he had learned that it was best to compliment her in situations like this or risk hearing her complain. “My tail is truly glorious,” agreed Holo as she playfully tickled Lawrence’s cheek with her tail. “Have you ever seen such a soft and smooth coat as mine?” “Can’t say that I have,” replied Lawrence as he looked at the fluffy appendage. “I bet it would fetch a hefty profit.” “You shall do no such thing!” retorted Holo as she grabbed her tail and yanked it away. “Tis money the only thing you think about?” she asked as she cradled her tail. “No, I think of other things as well.” “Like what?” “I think about getting you back for all the times you teased me,” laughed Lawrence. His laugh was quickly silenced by an elbow to the ribs. “Owww.” “Your joke was not funny,” whimpered Holo, as she buried her face in her tail. Her voice sounded as though she were about to cry. “Would you like it if I said that I was going to sell one of your body parts?” “I guess I wouldn’t,” answered Lawrence, now feeling ashamed of himself. “Look, I was just joking. I didn’t think you would take it so personally.” “Well I did,” mumbled Holo through her tail. Lawrence turned his head away from her and said, “I’m sorry. I went too far.” “Yes, you did,” agreed Holo. Lawrence scratched his head as he thought about what to do. “Would it make you feel better if I bought you something when we get to the next town? It wouldn’t go against the debt you already owe.” “Could it be anything I want?” “As long as it is within reason.” “I want apples,” mumbled Holo. Apples were one of her favorite foods. In fact, she could eat many of them in one setting “But you already have a sack of them in the back of the cart,” said Lawrence. “Do you really think you need more?” “But you said I could have anything I wanted,” sniffled Holo. “Fine,” relented Lawrence. “I’ll get you more.” “The nice juicy ones?” she asked “Yeah, the nice and juicy ones,” agreed Lawrence. “You truly are a nice man,” chuckled Holo. As Lawrence turned his head, he saw that Holo was grinning from ear to ear. Once again, he had fallen for one of her tricks. “I can’t believe you tricked me,” cried Lawrence, his face flush with embarrassment. “Tis your own fault for being so gullible,” smiled Holo. Lawrence watched as Holo got up from the bench, and pulled back the tarp covering the cart. She then reached into the back of the cart, opened a large sack and pulled out an apple. As she took a bite, she said, “Be sure to keep your promise.” “I will,” grumbled Lawrence as he stared at the dirt path straight ahead. All the while, he was thinking about how much the apples were going to cost him. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Roughly an hour later, Lawrence pulled the cart off to the side of the road. Holo was no longer on the bench beside him. After gorging herself on some of the apples in the sack, she had crawled underneath the tarp in the back of the cart for a nap. On the floor where she had been sitting were ten apple cores. “What a gluttonous wolf,” he whispered to himself as he slowly got down from the cart to stretch his legs. He grabbed the cores and brought them over to his horse. As the horse chowed down on the remains of the apples, Lawrence felt the call of nature. Looking around, he saw that his surroundings was pure grassy countryside with no trees, bushes, or large rocks in sight. While he didn’t mind going outside, he thought that it would be embarrassing if somebody happened to come by and spot him relieving himself out in the open. Deciding that there was not much alternative, he walked over to the side of the cart opposite of the road. After making a quick check to make sure nobody was around, he set to work. Suddenly a rustling noise came from the back of the cart. Before Lawrence had time to react, Holo popped up from underneath the tarp. They were now face to face. Lawrence’s face went beet-red. “What is the matter?” asked Holo as she looked at his red cheeks. “Is there something wrong with the cart?” As she looked down, she noticed something poking out the top of Lawrence’s pants. It took her a couple seconds to realize what was going on. “What are you doing?” she asked inquisitively as she continued to stare at it. “I felt the urge to go,” replied Lawrence as he shifted his body away from Holo. “Now could you please turn away. I can’t go with you watching.” “You humans are so strange,” noted Holo, as she tried to get a better view. “Wolves and other creatures have no problem urinating where they stand regardless of who or what might be watching, yet you humans get so flustered the moment you think that somebody is watching. Why is that?” “I don’t know,” replied Lawrence, doing his best to keep what little composure he had left, “that’s just the way it is. Can you honestly tell me that you would have no problem going out in the open where someone might see you?” “Why would I have a problem?” asked Holo. “I have spent centuries living in the wheat fields of Pasole. When I had to pee, I would pee where ever I happened to be when I felt the need. In fact, if I had to go this second, I would likely get down from this cart and join you.” “That’s very funny,” blushed Lawrence as he looked away. “You’re just trying to get me back for teasing you earlier.” Suddenly he felt warm breath near his cheek. As he turned his head, he saw that Holo was now centimeters from his face. “I was not joking,” said Holo, a serious expression on her face. Lawrence watched as Holo slowly stood up and began pulling down her pants. Holo had only managed to pull them down an inch or so before Lawrence screamed, “Stop that!” Suddenly Holo burst out laughing. “Did you honestly think that I was serious?” She laughed so hard that tears formed in her eyes. “The look on your face is priceless.” “So you were just joking about peeing next to me?” asked Lawrence. “Of course,” laughed Holo. She then placed her fingers under his chin and said, “However, I would do it if you really want me to.” “Okay, I get it,” stuttered Lawrence. “Now can you please look the other way or something. I really need to go.” “Well I guess it cannot be helped since you are still but a child,” teased Holo. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” “Simply that you are a child for being so discomforted by something as trivial as preserving your modesty. It is quite laughable really.” Holo’s statement caused something inside Lawrence to snap. “Fine, I’ll show you that I don’t need my modesty.” Holo watched as Lawrence repositioned his body so that she had full view of what he was about to do. A few seconds later, a stream came down, splashing the dirt and grass below. As she sat there watching it, she found that the desire to go as well was beginning to take root. They had been on the road since dawn and from the position of the sun in the sky, Holo guessed that it must be around midday, maybe a little later. In all that time, she had not gone once. While in her wolf-form she could easily hold it for a long duration of time, but when she was in her human form her ability to hold it was still impressive but not nearly as great. In her human form, she could hold it maybe half a day or more, however not nearly that much time could have passed since she had last gone. It didn’t occur to her at the time that the juice from the apples she had eaten was the cause of her bladder’s growing discomfort. “Hey Holo,” said Lawrence, his words making Holo lose her train of thought. “In all seriousness, we are a bit behind schedule and to make up for that, I don’t plan on stopping again until the sun sets. If you need to go, I suggest you do it before we take off.” “I don’t have to go right now,” answered Holo. While she didn’t mind peeing within view of Lawrence, she found it too bothersome to get out of the cart and force herself to go when she really didn’t have to go all that bad. She figured that she could wait until they stopped to set up camp for the night. Little did she know how wrong she was. “Are you sure?” asked Lawrence as he finished up and walked towards the front of the cart. “You say that now, but it would be a real bother to have to stop later. Why don’t you just go now?” “Look Lawrence, I am not some pup who needs to be told when and where to relieve herself,” said Holo indignantly. “I am Holo the Wise Wolf. I am perfectly capable of deciding when I need to pee and where I should do it. Now if you excuse me, I am going to go back to my nap.” “Alright,” relented Lawrence as he got back in his seat. “Just don’t come complaining to me when you need to go.” “I will not,” said Holo. As she began moving some stuff around, she noticed a strange looking pot. She picked it up in her hands and began examining it. The outside of it was covered with elaborate carvings. From the look and smell of it, it seemed pretty old. Truthfully, it seemed out of place amongst all the items that Lawrence had collected. “Lawrence, why do you have something like this?” Lawrence seeing the pot in Holo’s hands quickly ran over and snatched it from her. “Please be careful. This is a valuable item that I was asked to transport by the Rowen Trading Guild. They told me that it’s really expensive and tasked me with delivering it to a buyer in a small town not far from Kumersun. If I can deliver it safely by tomorrow evening, I’ll be paid roughly ten percent of the profit.” “And how much would that be?” asked Holo, her interest peaked. “Thirty Trenni silver coins,” stated Lawrence. “With that much money we’ll be set for a while. However, if anything happens to it that decreases its value or makes it unsellable, then I will have to pay the difference out of my own pocket.” “So your telling me that that old pot is worth that much?” asked Holo as she watched him place it back in the cart. “Yes.” “I see. Humans truly are strange to place such value on something that can neither feed them nor keep them warm,” commented Holo. She then laid down in the cart and closed her eyes. Not long after that, she felt the cart begin to move. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Holo managed to get a few hours of sleep before she was awoken by a throbbing pain in her crotch. The urge to pee had grown strong enough that she wouldn’t mind a bathroom break. However, she soon remembered Lawrence’s words about not stopping until they settled for the night. Not wanting to give him an opportunity to say he told her so, she decided that she would just try to sleep through the pain. Surely they would be stopping for the night soon. She closed her eyes once more and tried to get some more sleep. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. A couple more hours passed before Holo gave up on sleeping. The ride had been extremely bumpy and the constant bucking of the cart had jostled her bladder to the point that she found rest impossible. As she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky, she noticed that the sun had almost completely set. Holo could feel her bladder muscles beginning to weaken as she sat up. If she did not go soon, she would likely wet herself. As she contemplated asking Lawrence to pull over, she decided against it as it would mean admitting that Lawrence was right when he questioned her ability to hold it until they stopped for the night. Being the prideful wolf that she was, there was no way she could accept such a defeat. Suddenly she heard Lawrence’s voice. “I can see a small forest just beyond that group of hills. We’ll sleep there for tonight. It’ll be dark by the time we get there though.” As he turned his head, he noticed she was squirming a bit. “Do you need me to pull over?” “I am fine,” lied Holo. However, minutes later she found herself at her limit. She wanted to ask him to stop, but her pride wouldn’t let her. From the pain emanating from her now bulging bladder, she knew that there was no way she could make it until they stopped to settle down for the night. That meant that she had three options. She could pee over the side of the cart, she could admit that she was wrong about her ability to hold it, or she could wet herself. Out of the three, the first one seemed the best. As she prepared herself to move over to the side of the cart, the cart began shaking up and down harder than before. Holo knew that if she tried to pee over the side of the cart now, she would likely lose her balance and fall out. That left her with the other two options. Both would require her to throw her pride away. Of the two options left, the one where she didn’t wet herself was the most ideal. Just as she was getting ready to tap Lawrence on the shoulder and tell him to pull over, a small glint of moonlight shining off the pot caught her eye. Looking at the expensive pot, a fourth option came to mind: she could pee in it. She licked her lips at the thought of that option as she whispered, “As long as I clean it thoroughly, he will never know what I have done.” As she inched towards the pot, she realized that her desperation had made her forget one major detail. If she peed into the pot, the noise would surely alert Lawrence who would then get mad at her for using the pot for such a purpose. It would seem that the fourth option was no longer viable. Suddenly the countryside erupted with a deafening roar of crickets. It was almost as if the universe were trying to tell her to take the fourth option. Still a bit apprehensive that Lawrence might hear her, Holo, using her normal speaking voice said, “Lawrence if you can hear me, please turn around.” She waited a few seconds, but Lawrence did not turn around. This was all the proof she needed to determine that the cries of the crickets would be more than enough to cover the sound of her peeing. Then as quietly as possible, she grabbed the pot and crawled as far back into the cart as she could. With her back towards Lawrence, she slowly pulled her pants down to her ankles and spread her legs. The feeling of the cart’s wooden floor against her butt made her shudder a bit. Turning her attention to the pot in her hands, she could hear Lawrence’s words about how valuable it was echoing through her head. Beginning to have second thoughts, she whispered to herself, “Can I really do this?” A few seconds passed by as she thought about how Lawrence might react if he found out what she was planning to do and how it might hurt him financially. Her conscience getting the best of her, she gently placed the pot to the side. As Holo leaned forward to grab hold of her pants, something spurted out from between her legs. Thinking quickly, she closed her legs as tightly as she could. While she had been able to stop the spurt from hitting her pants, she could feel something warm and wet running down her inner thighs. She then turned her attention to the small puddle on the wood floor in front of her. It seemed to shimmer in the moonlight for a few seconds before being absorbed into the wood. Holo slowly opened her legs and ran one of her hands along her damp thigh. Despite knowing what it was, she still felt the need to confirm it by lifting her hand towards her nose and taking a whiff. It was indeed urine. Realizing that she was out of time, she grabbed the pot and jammed it into her crotch. Suddenly her bladder burst, sending a tsunami of piss into the pot. Even with the crickets chirping all around them, Holo’s wolf ears could still hear the sound of her pee as it slapped and sloshed against the pot’s interior. Wondering if Lawrence could hear it as well, Holo turned her head and saw that Lawrence was still fixated on the road ahead of them. Turning her attention back to the pot, she noticed that her stream was still going strong. She quickly realized that if she didn’t finish up and soon, Lawrence might turn around and see what she was up to. Holo inhaled deeply, and began pushing her stream with all the force she could muster. The tsunami spewing forth from her crotch transformed into a highly pressurized jet. Holo listened as the sound of sloshing was quickly replaced by a drilling sound. As she entered the second minute of her relief, she found herself looking up at the stars. “That was a concerningly close call,” she quietly moaned to herself as her tail began to wag a bit. By the time the third minute rolled around, her piss jet had been reduced to a small spray. After four minutes, all that was left were a few drops. As she slowly pulled the pot away from her, she could see that she had almost filled it up completely. Looking down at the moon’s reflection in her urine, she uttered to herself, “It has been a long time since I have had to go like that. If I had been in my wolf form, surely I would have created a new lake.” The very thought made her chuckle to herself. She was soon brought back to reality when a small bump almost caused her to spill the pot. Realizing that another bump could cause the pot’s contents to spill over, Holo tightened her grip on the pot and got to her knees. She then threw the contents of the pot over the backside of the cart, her ears catching the splashing sound as her urine smashed into the grass and dirt below. Holo then hid the pot between a couple crates of nails. Next, she turned her attention to her thighs which were still wet. Finding an old rag tucked off to the side of the cart she quickly wiped herself dry. Before Holo could pull up her pants, she heard Lawrence call out, “What are you doing back there?” As Holo turned her head, she saw that Lawrence was now staring at her. “I was just oiling up my tail,” lied Holo. “And you took your pants off to do it?” “Of course I did. I find tis easier to get my entire tail this way,” answered Holo as she pulled up her pants and crawled back into the front seat. “Makes sense I guess,” said Lawrence as he returned his attention to the road ahead of them. A small forest next to a lake was beginning to come into view. “We should be there in a couple minutes. Do you still need to go?” “Actually, I do not feel the urge to go at all.” “Alright,” replied Lawrence, a little bit suspicious. However, his attention was more focused on getting some rest after having traveled all day. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Not long after setting up camp, Lawrence had leaned himself up against a tree on a small hill overlooking the lake, and had soon fallen asleep. Meanwhile, Holo was inside the back of the cart, quietly waiting for her chance to sneak the pot down to the river to wash it out. Once she was sure that Lawrence was asleep, she grabbed the pot and some rags and began making her way out of the cart. She paused for a second when the cart let out a loud creak and was relieved when she realized that Lawrence was still asleep. Holo with the pot in hand, ran down to the lake and began washing it. Several minutes passed before Holo pulled the pot away from the water and took a whiff. She crinkled her nose. The pot still smelled of wolf piss. “I guess I need to try a little harder,” whispered Holo to herself. She dunked the pot back in the lake again and continued washing it. A few more minutes passed before she took another whiff. It still reeked of piss. Holo’s ears folded down and her body began trembling as she began to realize that the smell wasn’t going to come out. What scared her all the more was the reaction she would get from Lawrence the moment he found out what she had done. As she sat and thought about what to do next, her stomach began growling. Unable to think with her stomach rumbling, she walked back up to the cart, opened the sack from earlier and took out an apple. As Holo raised the apple to her mouth, she couldn’t help but notice it’s sweet scent. Suddenly an idea hit her. Back when she had first met Lawrence, she had tricked a fellow merchant into paying extra for furs that she had placed her apples on, giving the furs a fruity scent. Maybe just maybe, she could do something similar. Placing the apple in her mouth, she grabbed the sack of apples and began making her way back towards the lake. However, as she passed Lawrence’s horse, it let out a loud whine. “SHHHH,” she spat as she took the apple out of her mouth. The horse looked at the apple in her hand, ready to whine again. “Look, if you stay quiet I will give you the apple.” The horse seemed to nod as though it knew what she was saying. Holo extended the apple out to the horse, who in turn accepted it. Not wanting to lose any more precious apples, Holo ran past the horse. The moment she reached the lake, she got down on her knees and emptied the sack of apples. Holo placed the pot in her lap then began the process of biting into the apples to make them easier to juice. She then collected the juice in the pot. Once she had collected enough to almost fill up the pot, she began swishing the juice around. After a few minutes of swishing it around, she dumped out the juice and then washed the pot again. Her hands began trembling as she brought the pot up to her nose. She prayed that the smell would be gone. Holo inhaled deeply. A split second later her ears perked up and her tail began to wag. The pot no longer had the bitter smell of piss. Rather the rancid odor had been replaced with the sweet fragrance of the apples. “That is one problem solved,” she said as she breathed a sigh of relief. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the mashed up remains of her apples still lying on the sack. Not wanting them to go to waste, she began scarfing it down. In total she would eat a little over two dozen apples that night. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Lawrence opened his eyes just as the first light of dawn pierced the morning sky. He slowly rose to his feet and let out a loud yawn. “Holo, it’s time to wake up,” he called as he began stretching. No response came. He tried again but to no avail. Beginning to get a little worried, he approached the cart and looked inside. Both Holo and the pot were nowhere to be found. “HOLO WHERE ARE YOU?” he screamed. The only response he got were a bunch of scared birds as they fled the tree behind him. Lawrence then turned his attention to the lake. He walked back over to hill and looked down. Sure enough, Holo was laying down in the grass. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a breeze came up from the lake brining the sound of a moan with it. Lawrence made a mad dash towards Holo. He quickly knelt down and scooped her into his arms. “Holo, are you okay?” he asked. “No,” whimpered Holo, who was now clutching her stomach. “What’s wrong?” “Too many apples,” she moaned. Out of the corner of his eye, Lawrence noticed that there were at least a couple dozen apple cores piled onto an empty sack. “Did you eat all of these?” “Yes,” she whined, “and now I feel sick.” “Serves you right for being a glutton,” commented Lawrence as he helped her sit up. As he turned his head, he noticed the pot laying on its side. “What did you do?” screamed Lawrence as he crawled over to the pot. “I did nothing,” moaned Holo as she did her best not to vomit. But Lawrence did not seem to hear her. He was too busy looking over the pot for scratches, chips, and cracks. After a couple minutes of carefully examining the outside, Lawrence turned his attention to the inside. As he began looking inside, a fragrant smell drifted from the pot into his nostrils. It had a sweet and somewhat fruity scent. “Holo, what is this scent? It wasn’t here when I picked up the pot from Rowen Trading Guild.” “Tis apples,” admitted Holo as she weaved a story in her head. “Why does it smell like apples?” “Because I poured my apples into it.” “Why?” “Because my apples kept rolling out of the sack when we were on that really bumpy road.” “And why is the pot down here?” “I wanted to wash out the apple smell, but no matter how hard I tried I could not.” “That’s fine I guess,” said Lawrence as he thought about a way to explain it to the buyer. His attention the turned back to the remains of the apples. “And all the apple cores?” “I had to eat the apples because they were beginning to bruise. If I had not, the apples would have gone to waste,” lied Holo. Lawrence gave her a suspicious look, but after seeing the pain that Holo was in, decided not to question her any further. He gently handed her the pot and told her to hang on to it as tightly as she could. Lawrence then picked her up in his arms. “What are you doing?” asked a blushing Holo. “I can walk perfectly fine by myself.” “Since you said you were feeling sick, I just assumed that you would have a little trouble getting back to the cart. I can put you down if you like.” “Well if you are that intent on helping me, then I suppose I could let you have the honor of carrying me,” said Holo. “Thanks, I guess,” replied Lawrence, not really sure how to respond to that. “Also, I’m sorry that your apples got ruined because of the journey here. I promise I’ll buy you more after we deliver this pot to the buyer.” “Can I have as many as I want?” asked Holo. “As long as it’s within reason, I don’t see why not. Although I’m surprised that you can still think of eating apples after eating that many. You truly are a glutton of a wolf.” “But you like me this way,” chimed Holo. “I guess I do,” agreed Lawrence. Of course he was too busy focusing on the path ahead of him to notice that Holo was blushing and her tail was wagging. “You truly do not play fair, do you,” she whispered. “What was that?” asked Lawrence. “Nothing,” replied Holo as her mind began to shift to all the adventures they had shared thus far, and would likely share in the future. As things stood right now, she didn’t care how long it took to get to Yoitsu so long as she didn’t have to be alone anymore.
  17. justarandomguy

    Reporter/Newspeople Desperation

    So my girlfriend recently (as in the last year) started working with the local news station as a producer and camera person. She's had her fair share of "on-scene" location shootings and has relayed to me a good number of desperation stories. She says its totally not uncommon for a reporter to be stuck somewhere for a good amount of time without access to a bathroom. Just the other day she was on location with another one of the young female reporters and noticed that she was obviously getting pretty desperate. It was 5:45 in the morning, most stores were closed, and they had both been downing coffee and tea to stave off sleepiness. I wish I could've been a fly on the wall. While it didn't affect my girlfriend all that much, apparently the reporter made a beeline for the bathroom the second they got the all clear from the studio. It's an interesting thought. I mean, we all have to pee, but how many times do you think the reporter, anchor, or even producer behind the camera has to go during a live shot? The thought honestly intrigues me.
  18. jzap23

    Omo Rpgs

    So what are some of your guys favorite omo rpgs?? Other than of course Mojikue...are there any other rpg out there with good desperation and artwork?
  19. seeds2345

    Fun ways to pee/wet :)

    Hey everyone. Just trying to get as many people as possible to say the funnest ways they like to pee/wet them selves :P hopefully the posts will give people fun ideas that maybe they hadnt thought of :) Mine is going on a long walk leaving the house bursting to pee wearing black leggings converse on my cute little bare feet and a nice top then just walking and walking until i burst soaking my self from crotch to toe :P hehe. Whats you're fave ways of peeing or wetting?
  20. Hi, A while ago i saw a short clip of a distance peeing contest which i think was giga. Does anyone have the full clip? I hope my request is not to vague
  21. Word Count: 5,112 words, about the same they did for me on their request. Enjoy! ***************************************************************************** Monica smiled as she rolled around in her bed peacefully. A twenty-year old girl with a lightly-tan-skin body that was not too short, or too tall. She laid in bed with her legs spread open in her black short shorts and white t-shirt where her moderate breasts rested in. While she did not do sports in college, she kept her days of swimming and running track on her high school teams in her agenda which she did at least three times a week at the gym. Her body was just the right skinny, but some muscle on her arms and legs, and a cute face that when she smiled or laughed made you blush and want to smile back. It was Saturday, and Monica had to be at work by early afternoon for her shift at the town diner. “Ah, nam, nam,” she said through her teeth as she yawned and woke up from her slumber. She turned to look at her alarm clock, and her eyes almost popped out of her head. It was NOT on! “What the hell?!?” Monica looked to the side and saw it unplugged from the wall. Maybe it was her cat, or someone moved it by accident. “Oh, no, no, no, no!” Monica ran and grabbed her cell phone from the charger on her dresser and looked at the time: “SHIT!” She yelled. Her shift was to start in twenty minutes at the diner. She overslept. Monica looked left and right trying to find clothes. The owner of the diner did not care too much about how workers dressed, if no designs or anything were on their clothes or rips. She pulled her black shift with buttons on the chest since it looked so nice tight around her breasts, yet hanged on the sides of her body just enough to show she kept skinny and in shape. She pulled off her short shorts and black panties and bra, and was 100% naked, except for the tie that kept her brown hair in a small ponytail. “I can’t believe this shit,” Monica said, angry that she overslept and barely had time for a shower. She pulled a towel out of her dresser and was about to run into the hall, barely covering it around her when she heard someone inside her dorm room; but it wasn’t her roommate, Jessica. “Wow!” said Jessica’s boyfriend, Will. He laid out in Jessica’s bed, naked across. As much as Monica felt her hormones rage off like a water wave she crossed her legs and pulled the towel around her just tight enough, but barely had a grip on the other end. Monica really did try to stop starring at the 22-year-old college senior who was on the football team. Those abs, those side muscles, damn! “I got to say Monica. Jess is hot, but you-.” By accident, the towel that she had a small grip on flicked through her fingers and fell off her body, exposing her again. Even through her tan skin one could see her tan facial cheeks blush red. “Monica, the hell?!?” Jessica said as she stood at the door of their room in a bathrobe and hair tied up wet in a towel. Monica’s eyes widened and popped out of her head as the humiliation of this made her heart sink and throat close. “Oh my gosh, Jess, I…um, I-.” “What the hell, are you two flirting?” Jessica said in a rage. “No, it’s not like that,” Monica said. “It’s all an accident.” “I thought you were cool, but here you are, like every other skank in this college. Your naked still!” Monica looked down and saw her bare breasts, legs, crotch, and ass that Will admired so much, he did not notice the argument between the female roommates. “Get the hell out!” Jessica yelled as she grabbed Monica’s clothes for work and tossed them at her, and pushed her into the hallway. She kept tossing shit as Monica stumbled down the halls, past the co-ed bathroom. “Get out of here.” “Jess, please, I gotta shower-.” Jess through a can of spray deodorant at her and almost hit Monica’s head. As Monica saw other people exit their rooms to see what the noise was, she ran nearly naked out of there. She turned a corner in the hall and let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can never reason with her. Bitch!” Monica grunted as she sprayed the deodorant all over her body, put on her white socks, white panties and bra, light-tan shorts that dropped just below the knees so her awesome calves could still be seen fully, and put on her black dress shirt and headed out. As she drove to work, she was almost there and due to make it, but felt a tingling inside of her lower belly. “Oh, great!” she complained. Due to Jessica’s unreasonable outrage, Monica had to skip by the bathroom and did not get a chance for a proper show (though, she didn’t smell that bad) but more importantly, her first pee of the day still rested in her bladder with a slight, heavy and heated pressure poking at her waist from the inside. She dug her hand into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat, just to keep herself from becoming desperate and feeling the pee sensation grow. As she went through the last light before work, she looked and saw a fire hydrant open with people cooling off in the water it sprayed. Seeing the spraying water in that force especially made her bladder rock to the left and right just a bit. She pulled into the diner’s parking lot, and went inside. “Hey Monica,” three workers said as she passed them. She smiled with that adorable smile and waved. A couple regular customers of the many regular customers of this small-town diner waved as well. When she got to the back of the diner which had two bathrooms, one for men, one for women, each with one toilet and sink each, she grabbed the doorknob of the women’s room and tried to turn it. “The hell?” Monica said. Her looked of concern as she tried to turn the jammed knob saw the words: OUT OF ORDER-USE MEN’S, on a sign on the door. She through her arms out to the side and bounced. She forgot, that’s right, they had some problems with the toilet yesterday, it would not flush every time. She turned to the men’s room and grabbed the knob, but it too was locked. She knocked. “I’m in here,” someone said from the inside. Monica dragged a hand down her face knowing it would be one of those days. Her boss Pete called her saying they needed help with the tables. She was just a bust girl, supposed to setup tables, and clean them after customers were done. But things got so chaotic here what choice was there? “Be there in a second Pete!” Monica called out to the front of the diner. She had her arms folded across her chest, one leg out as her foot tapped as she tried to focus off her bladder and the slight discomfort in gave her. She gave a bounce up and down just twice, very apart from each other. After a couple minutes she knocked and asked, “Um, I’m sorry, “she blushed, so cute because the poor girl really did feel bad about annoying the occupant. “I’m sorry, but are you almost done?” “Give me a minute!” the occupant, clearly a man, said. She had not even heard him flush yet. “Isn’t there a women’s bathroom like right there, literally?” “Sir, um…it’s actually out of order.” This was so embarrassing. Oh, why did Jessica have to be so cruel. “Jeez. Well, that’s not my problem.” She heard him making a heavy coughing sound. “MONICA!” Pete yelled. Monica turned around and bit onto her bottom lip in annoyance. “Man!” Her arms to her side as she gave two big steps with her right foot just to shake off the discomfort. Looks like she would have to hold in her first pee of the day a little longer. Half an hour had passed, and man, it was almost lunchtime but they had already been crazy busy. Plus, in this state it got hotter earlier in the year, so it felt like a hot summer day in early March. Sun shined through the windows, the only AC in the diner was a fan on the counter, Monica sweated with the other works as she pranced around wiping table one after the other. That half hour felt like only minutes because they were so busy. Every now and again Monica would look towards the bathrooms and see it either closed, or open with the toilet in view, but while finishing up the table she would be on, another man or woman would go occupy it making Monica whisper, “Shit on a block of shit!” to herself. As her first hour of working was complete, she felt the pressure grow in her bladder a bit more. She took the last sip of orange juice from her glass that she poured because man she was thirsty and didn’t even get breakfast this morning, so her strength was not up to par either. While she was no dancing for her life for the potty yet, it did become noticeably heavy and give a warm, punctured-feeling that made her face twitch, her pretty face frown to each side as she motioned her hips as she bent over the tables and kept her mind off needing to pee. “Man, I better get in there soon.” Monica said looking at the bathroom, whose door opened. Monica’s heart leaped in joy and relief as she saw she had no tables to work on and could finally pee her brains out. She walked to the bathroom keeping her legs tight towards her crotch and tried to look like she was fine, not giving away her need to go to the public, and passed the old woman who walked out. “Excuse me dear. Something wrong with the d-.” “Mhm, yes.” Monica sweated and was a bit jumpy as she turned to the lady and said, “I’ll take care of that in just a sec mam.” Monica ran into the bathroom, shut the door, locked it, and unbuttoned her shorts which let a load of pressure off her bladder ready to leak, and pull them and her pretty white panties with a pink flower on the crotch as design, down. She sat, bare butt, when suddenly her face changed from relief to horror as the bathroom door started to swing open. Monica’s heart stopped as she leaped up and closed it, locking it back up. She sat down again, no pants on, not a drop of pee had left her bladder yet, when the door started to open again, and a couple of cute guys who went to her school sat at a table down the hall and looked at her pants down on the toilet and they smiled like all their dreams come true. Monica on the other hand turned red, shut the door, locked it, but it kept becoming undone. “The hell?!?” The old lady pushed the door open making Monica yell, “hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!” as she pulled her panties and pants up. She breathed heavy as this was all getting too much for the poor college sweetheart. “I’m sorry, dear,” the old lady said. “I was saying, the door is broken and won’t stay closed. I had to use my foot.” “Gotta be…thank you mam. Excuse me.” She went to find Pete as her bladder fought against her will to hold now more than before since she had been so close to peeing and her body was not trying to let that go. She shut her butt cheeks tight, walking with one leg crossing the other, and saw the two guys laugh and whistle as she passed. She shook her head, red and humiliated. “Pete, the bathroom door won’t stay closed.” “Oh yeah, that happened last week.” Pete reached under the counter and pulled out a pin-looking thing. “Stick this in the front lock. It keeps the lock working. We’ll get that fixed when they come here too. The guys fixing the women’s room.” Monica took the pin thing, shaking a little, and walked back to the bathrooms where the old lady still stood. What was her deal? She went already. Monica stuck it into the lock, tested it, and the door was fixed. “Thank God.” Monica said, now ready to take a grand pee. “I’ll say. Thank you, dear!” the old lady said as she closed the door to the bathroom, occupying it. Monica was only able to throw her hands in the air in a WTF moment. “Are you…” she mumbled and grunted every swear word in the book. “Monica! Table three. Now!” Pete screamed. Monica puffed out her cheek and pressed both hands against her crotch. She felt her need serious now as one pulse from her bladder after the other rocked her lower, inner abdomen. She stood at table 3, legs crossed, hands in pockets with her fingers rolling across the outside of her short’s pockets, sweating, and trying to not think about the bathroom and how much she needed it or even how freaking close she was to getting relief a minute ago. It did not help as the customers at the table kept naming different drinks which made her shake her hips back and forth along with her hands doing their thing with the pockets and her crossed legs. She felt her pee trying so hard to escape her body. She felt her belly start to expand just a bit, but pushed against the tightness of her shorts which dug into her and slightly hurt. She winced on her face with the pain it gave, adding pressure to her oh, so full bladder. Seeing Sarah, a waitress, fill a couple at the other table cups with water that poured clear and fresh, seeing and hearing the pouring made Monica shut her eyes and start to bounce. “Are you ok?” the man at her table said. “Oh, um, yes, yes!” Monica said, embarrassed. She uncrossed her legs and hands out of pockets which was so bad on her physically, but she took a pad out and wrote down their drinks and food and brought it to the kitchen for order. Another hour passed. Monica kept trying to get to the bathroom, but each time either her boss or a customer would call her over for something. It was like the whole freaking universe was bent on making her bladder explode. And boy, did it feel like it was going it! As she worked, Monica tried to focus on that instead of her bursting urge to pee. What started as slight discomfort and a small annoyance when she first got here had now become a raging bull that ran and bashed against the inside of her tummy to rip through her skin while popping her bladder. Every pulse felt like a punch to the gut as she kept her legs closed to the top, only walking with little steps, the rest of her legs barely moved as they tried to stay together and hold the tidal wave about to swing out of her urethra. Monica looked down and was in panic as she saw her tummy had stuck out of the bottom of her shirt a little. The button and zipper of her light tan shorts pressed so hard against it and her crotch, that she felt like she wanted to self-destruct. She shook and shook and could not stand this much longer. “Oh man, I gotta pee already!” she said. Monica ran, like ran to the back of the diner to where the bathrooms were. Someone had called her like always, but she was ready to explode any second. The thought of having a graphic accident in her pants in her place of work terrified her. All because her stupid roommate stopped her form getting to the bathroom this morning. Once Monica was in sight of the one bathroom, she almost fell dead. One man, and FOUR women stood in line. The guy was in front and had his arms wrapped around himself and seemed tensed as his foot tapped. Behind him was a thin girl, brown hair, in a purple t-shirt and jeans. Her knees were bent a little as she held her crotch and looked terrified at her own impending outcome. Behind her was a tall girl, tan sexy body, brown hair tied-up, wearing delicious short shorts. Her arms were at her sides with fists made as she kept her legs crossed and tight and bounced. Behind her was a jogger who came in a while ago with black tights, tight gray top, and held one hand on the wall to keep herself up as she squirmed in place. Behind her was a woman who had to be in her thirties, short brown hair, tight white pants and shirt and sandals, and had her hands deep in her crotch under her bloated belly. Monica noticed her nametag on her belt and said: DONNA CHANNY. Monica thought she recognized her as a teacher from her old high school. “Ms. Channy,” Monica said, shaking while trying to be courteous. “What are you doing here?” Ms. Channy looked up and annoyed. “Trying not to have an accident again, Monica. Oooooh! I need to go really, REALLY BAD!” Monica remembered. Ms. Channy had an accident when the toilets broke down in high school. She pissed and shit herself in the halls in front of everyone, and was so humiliated she needed to go to counseling to deal with the trauma. Even then, when she came back no one accepted her. Everyone pointed, laughed, Monica didn’t, but man, all Monica could fear in deep terror now was that her life was so close to becoming like that. Especially with a freaking LINE at the BATHROOM! Monica was about to get behind Ms. Channy as she watched the other girls squirm for their lives as the man took his turn. That’s when she heard, “MONICA!” from Pete, louder and angrier than she ever had before. “Son of a-!” Monica said, as she raced over to Pete, who was at the counter. “What Pete, what?” He handed her a bag of garbage. “Please take that to the dumpster out back.” Monica walked to the back of the diner with it, and that’s when she noticed that back there, no one was in sight. She was out of view. She looked around, and knew no one would notice if she peed behind the dumpster. There really wasn’t a choice at this point. Monica through the bag in, climbed behind the dumpster, tried to unbutton her pants but- “What the?” She pulled at the button, but her tummy had swirled-up so much that it pressed against her zipper and button, and she could not get her fingers in place to undo it so she could take a leak. “Oh, come on, come on, COME ON!” She bent over, head down towards her button, feeling the pressure escalate to new, high levels of agony as her weight pushed up on her bladder. She felt her pee trying to squirt out of her, so she crossed her legs tight. Finally, she got the button undone, zipper down, and belt loose and as she started to pull her pants off- “Excuse me, miss?!?” Monica jumped around, almost going in her pants as she was face-to-face with an officer of the law. “Something going on here?” Monica’s heart raced, she sweated so much some dripped into her eyes and burned them. As if she didn’t have enough pain. “Um, I, I, um, I…..I’m sorry oo-f-ficer,” she jumbled her words due to shaking from her explosive bladder. “I j-j-just, got some trash on my pants before and it got caught on my zipper so I tried to get it out.” The officer seemed to believe her. “Oh, well ok then. My partner went in to grab us some lunch, so we’ll be in our cruiser than for a while scouting the area. Be careful. A thief is on the loose and he’s armed from what witnesses say. Monica thought, Oh, flipping great! There goes that plan! Monica put on a fake smile, showing her bright, white teeth, and took off inside, waving her adorable good-bye to the officer. She got inside and was about to cry from the terror that was about to unfold in her pants. All these people. Maybe she should get out of here? But they were so busy. But then, hope! Monica saw all the women in line before were now back at their tables and relaxed, including Ms. Channy who did have a slight damp mark on her crotch though. Better late than never. Monica looked, and saw the free bathroom. She headed to the back, approached the toilet, and that’s when a man in a black, scruffy uniform walked in front of her, into the bathroom, and stuck a hose of some kind down the toilet that she noticed had no water in the bowl. “What, um?!?” Monica said in fear and agony. “What are you doing?” “We’re here to fix the plumbing sweetheart. We’ll be done within an hour or so. No biggie.” Monica’s eyes widened in fear. BOTH BATHROOMS WERE OUT OF ORDER!!!!!! She had no toilet. Her belly showed from under her shirt, pulse after pulse sending shock waves of fire through her body that made her neck twitch and eyes shut. She was so full of pee she felt queasy and thought she might throw up. Her crotch burned and felt like a giant tire of iron dropped on it. She felt like she was going to start whether she liked it or not any second. SPURT! Monica’s heart stopped. She felt her crotch shoot out a small amount of pee and felt her panties become moist which against her bare skin down there only made her want to release her pent-up pee more. “T-t-this c-c-can’t be happening to me!” She stuttered. Pete called her again. An hour. She would not have a toilet for an hour at most. As she walked back into the diner from the back, she had to walk so slow, and take careful, small steps just to keep herself in control. All she saw and thought as she watched people enjoy their meals, and fellow workers walk around, was the panic that would ensure from the humiliation that was approaching. She was a grown, hard-working woman, and this was not even her fault. Why was this happening to someone so nice? The strength she used to hold in her pee as she brought food to the customers, and bent over to clean up tables, she looked up at the clock swearing an hour went by, but was stunned to see it was only five minutes since she bumped into the plumber in the back. SPURT! Monica froze in terror, in so much pain she closed her eyes tight. She pressed a hand into her crotch, and then noticed her button was undone and zipper halfway down. She jumped around and tried to pull it up, but pushing against her hardened crotch and belly of massive pee amounts they would not budge. Monica grabbed both ends of the button sides of the top of her shorts and pulled, pulled with all her might, making them slowly move towards each other despite her bloated body enduring more pain from the pressure she put on the sides, and with that she felt a SPURT, crossed her legs tight with one foot rubbing up against the top of the other leg, and RIP!!!!! Her button ripped off the right, top end of her shorts and flew somewhere on the floor. Monica still had her belt on, but it barely kept her shorts up, even with the huge pee gut she now had. Part of her panties showed through the front, and a couple guys with a girl walked by and giggled at Monica’s unfortunate predicament which only made her more nervous, about to have a nervous breakdown. She could not psychologically deal with the extreme pain of holding it in and fear of peeing herself in public. She looked down and let out a breath of shock as she saw the exposed part of her panties that showed through her open zipper was yellow. The spurt had stained it with pee. She almost saw a couple of drops darker the shorts over her right leg. “Oh God, oh man!” Monica had tears coming out of her eyes as she felt a huge pressure shoot up through her and almost made her gag. “Ooooohohooooo, GOD!” She shrieked. The constant pulses were so powerful and painful she felt she was going to explode in her panties and soak herself any minute. There had to be a way out of this mess. Monica pulled her keys out of her pocket, ready to drive home to her dorm. But then, she noticed only her car keys were on it. “T-that b-b-bitch!” Monic said, referring to her roommate. It seems Jessica pulled off her dorm key when she threw it at Monica. A sign she doesn’t want her back there. Without the key, she would not be able to get back into her dorm building either. Pete walked up to Monica and said, “Mon, what’s wro---Whoa!” He said, looking down at her exposed panties, making them both blush, her WAY more than him. He watched her shake like crazy, gagging on her words as she could not control her body anymore. “Would you cover that up!” He grabbed a newspaper off the table and gave it to her to put in front of her crotch. She grabbed it, and her shorts almost fell. She kept a tight grip with one hand, newspaper held in the other. “What’s wrong with you?” “P-P-PP-P-Pete!” Monica cried. Shaking and crying she said, “I’m g-g-going to p-p-pee my pants. I need to go to the bathroom, now!” Pete shrugged, not catching on how bad she really did have to go. “Well, the guys are almost done. Give them a few more minutes.” Monica’s vision became blurry. The tears burned her eyes. The pain so bad she dropped the newspaper and let go of her shorts which made them collapse to her ankles. A few people turned around shocked, and covered their smiles as Monica reached down, and pulled them back up. But the quick movement of bending down to get them caused a SPURT-SPURT! Her knees turned inwards, still shaking without control, gagging, belly pushing more and more outwards against her waist, bladder feeling like it was ripping apart inside of her, her crotch burning as she felt like a truck wheel of fire dropped its weight onto her crotch, trying to push out. She heard people around her say, “was she peeing herself?” She heard giggles. She heard, “Oh my God, she’s having an accident. Ha Ha!” She heard the plumbers yell from the back that the bathrooms were finished. Monica had no feelings at all except of surviving humiliation. She felt another SPURT, and saw it squirt out of the front of her crotch, and onto the floor. People gasped, and while she tried to move towards the toilets, she was frozen in terror, shaking and crying, not wanting this to happen, but despite how much she pushed into her crotch with her hands, kept her legs crossed, she felt several stream pierces through her crotch like knives. “Oh my gosh, Monica!” yelled her coworker, Wendy. She was behind Monica, and when Monica looked behind her, she looked down and saw a big damp mark on her ass the whole diner stared at and took their cameras out for. “Oh…no…” Monica shook, praying and hoping this would just stop, the nightmare she feared would not come true. “Please, no, no, oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOOOOODDDDD! PLEASE, DON’T LET THIS HAPPEN-AHHHHHHHH!” she yelled in agony. She felt her bladder rip into pieces inside so painful her legs flipped open from the center and the pee started to shoot out of her like a cannon shot fire. “AHHHHH! PLEASE, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Pee streamed out of poor, sweet, innocent Monica’s body so fast and with such force her hands and legs could no longer block it, and only got wet as she bent over to try and plug herself up, but her body had had enough. Her panties were flooded so fast, that pee splashed out of the leg holds on the sides and started to soak her shorts which became so damp, so fast, they latched into her body as if they shrunk. Pee shot out of multiple spots of her shorts because there was so much. Most came out from the bottom of her shorts that flooded her shoes and socks and formed a huge puddle on the diner floor that Pete and Wendy stepped away from. Monica became so red, so embarrassed, so humiliated she could not believe this happened. She did NOT deserve this. Her shorts were sucked into her ass crack as they latched on from becoming soak, pushing her panties into her and causing a massive wedgie to the discomfort to this humiliating situation. But after it went up as far as it would, while her panties stayed sucked into her ass, her shorts became so flooded they became heavy and dropped down to her ankles, causing a huge splash. Monica was pants less, soaked panties on the front, and everyone saw her exposed ass since the back of the panties sucked in it through the crack. After what felt like an hour to Monica, but was just less than a couple minutes, the pee stopped, she was empty, her bladder and pride destroyed. Monica sunk down to her knees and cried, covering her face with her soaked, pee smelly hands. “Why, why, why!!!!!!” She got up, still crying, and slipped in her own pee. She got up, almost slipping again, and ran out of the diner, and was never seen there again…though, social media made the diner famous for years with its bust girl who busted in the diner all over the floor. Monica was humiliated on a global scale and felt like her stomach was filled with butterflies, and face became bright red and hot from the humiliation as she drove home uncomfortable in her soaked clothes of pee. Then she remembered. She could not get back in the building. She had no clothes to change into. She tried getting in but no key meant no entry, and she couldn't ask anyone for help because the two people who came out and walked by only laughed. She was trapped. What would she do? All she did was cry so hard, tears flooding her face, and rested her head against the steering wheel in disgrace. THE END!
  22. rachelkirwan

    Nude Photoshoot Acident

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    Can you have an accident and wet yourself while naked? The answer is apparently yes. This model is desperate when she arrives for her nude photoshoot, but she isn't allowed to use the washroom. Stripped naked, she struggles to hold on until she eventually wets herself, but the shoot must go on. Enjoy, Rach

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  23. Ahsoka woke up naked in her room she shared with her master Anakin Skywalker, she always woke up with a full bladder everyday. Now Anakin was in the bathroom doing a shower and she had to pee desperately. Ahsoka quickly knocked on the door to tell Anakin that she had to go, “Aaaa, Anakin please let me in I have to pee so badly do you want me to wet myself?” Anakin woke got out of the shower and opened the door to the bathroom, she was happy with Anakin for letting her relieve her desperation to fucking pee. Anakin walk back to the shower but Ahsoka’s full bladder kept getting worse from every step she took. Now Ahsoka was about to relieve herself but she slipped on the wet floor the Anakin did when he came out of shower and she still had to pee desperately. Ahsoka’s bladder throbbed while she fell and could feel her piss pushing on her aching naked orange pussy and her bladder. She quickly tried to get back up, but she couldn’t get herself up just then Ahsoka sensed Padmé coming to so they could both secretly wet themselves together. Just then there knock on the door it was Padmé she was already there, Ahsoka trying again to get up but she couldn’t but then let out a squirt of pee out. She tried one more time and it worked this time she got up and because she just couldn’t let herself pee in the toilet and let poor old Padmé wait for her to open the door until there was no more fuel in the tank. Ahsoka walked over to where the main entrance door was and let Padmé in, her bladder couldn’t cope the journey to the door as it released another squirt of pee onto the carpet. She did not give up on her friend even know that she was still naked and had to pee. Her bladder throbbed as she placed her hands over her pussy and grabbed her bladder tightly and continued walking, she made it the she had to release one of her hands to open the door. She reached her left hand over to unlock the door as she did and let Padmé in and she closed the door. She started losing control of her desperation and couldn’t hold it anymore that she peed in front of Padmé and she ruined the front door carpet. Anakin now out of the shower with a black towel on above his legs, Ahsoka quickly said to him” Anakin I er I er sort of had an accident on this carpet!” Anakin replied with “So you mean that you pissed yourself on this carpet.” “Yes.” Replied Ahsoka. Ahsoka quickly got dressed to cover up her meaty orange breasts and put on her panties and her Jedi clothes on and left with Padmé to go pee themselves in secret. To be continued
  24. I made this thread mostly for just regular omorashi artwork of mine. So suffice it to say, this thread is now my art dump. Edit regarding requests: I am willing to do nearly any female desperation, peeing or wetting. Leave a post on what character you want and what you want them doing. Maybes: Diapers, male omorashi, and comics. I am personally not into diapers, even though I've done the odd request here and there. I may yet do them, but I might not decide to for a long while. And for comics, they just take too much time and effort to do. No-nos: Messing, sex, guro/gore, and other such things. And with that, here we go. I was in the mood for a little bit of LoZ this time. And this one was inspired by one of antifairy's fanfictions.
  25. There have been some real treasures brought to the shores here so I figured I'd ask for the lost content I'm after. I found out on the original PMD that in 1998 there was an episode of "Home and Away" in which Sam makes his older step sister Tiegan wet the bed with the hand-in-warm-water prank. Some of you might know that this is a VERY long running Australian soap opera, well over 5000 episodes it's one of the record holders. Now episode descriptions and other multiple sources confirm that this is a plot line lasting from episode 2358 to 2361, with the peeing happening in episode number 2360 which aired in April 1998. Dozens of older episodes from the 90s have been uploaded online, but the closest I've gotten to this one is finding episode 2368, uploaded mainly because of one character cross-dressing. Some channels here and there upload them in chunks, so I'm assuming they're all still in reruns; but being in America I'd never know when or where to look and would have no way to watch or record it anyway. So if you have access to this show and could keep an eye out for episode 2360 that would be fantastic. I've done everything short of attempting to contact Sally Marrett (the girl who played Tiegan) or others involved in the production of that very episode, which I'm hoping to avoid doing given the subject matter. I'm sure little was shown being a daytime soap but I'm still curious.