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  1. Version 1.0.0

    358 downloads

    This is the kinetic novel version of Lauren's Game. I created it mainly to have an Android version that could be played without much hassle. I then decided to extend it to PC and Mac users who either had some trouble with the mini-games or just wanted to experience the various scenes without having to do any of the unnecessary work. I tried to incorporate the visuals from the mini-games with a simple win/lose option. I apologize if it comes off a little clunky at times. Please let me know if you encounter any major issues. I'm always open to any form of feedback. If you haven't tried the full game, and enjoy a bit of a challenge, I'd recommend giving it a go first.
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  2. Version 1.1.0

    1,871 downloads

    This is the story of a girl seeking revenge - through omo means, of course - on a quartet of bullies. Will she avenge her friend or join her in humiliation? Finally, the time has come to release my long-awaited game. Well, long-awaited by me, anyway, because it took a lot longer than I expected to actually put this together. The first two visual novels I uploaded here were simple, static pieces as I was just starting to learn the basics of Ren'Py. I wanted to try something a little more complex this time around. Complex in a game-play sense, that is. The story is fairly limited. Of course, that meant I had to learn some more advanced programming through research and trial and error. I also gave DAZ Studio a go for the visuals, as I have no artistic ability. I think it turned out alright (obviously, or I wouldn't bother sharing it), but it's still a very amateurish production. I just hope some of you can get some enjoyment out of this. Please let me know if you encounter any major bugs. I've tried my best to test everything, but I can't guarantee I caught it all. I didn't include an Android version of the game, as I have no idea how well it would play on mobile. Like I said, the programming was a little complex and I'm not sure some of the minigames would translate well to a mobile device. I'd prefer to keep spoilers away from the download page. If you have any specific questions I created a separate thread.
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  3. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    RayOfSting's OC Robin reappears in another commission --- this time securing a little bit of sweet, sweet revenge against two of Nitefield State University's notorious bladder-bursting bitches! Hey, I don't exactly feel bad for them! What's a little drive through the countryside in comparison to the twenty-four hours of frantic pee-dancing they've forced on Dakota?! I mean, seriously... Maybe they didn't cross their legs enough? Dakota might have some pointers for them! 😆 (And, Ray might be commissioning someone to write a story to accompany this... 🤫)
  4. 1,386 downloads

    Liz Raw - As revenge for hogging the bathroom, your sister sits and watches you get so desperate that you wet yourself. She then follows suit and has an accident in her jeans.
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  5. View File Liz Raw - You and your sister wet yourselves Liz Raw - As revenge for hogging the bathroom, your sister sits and watches you get so desperate that you wet yourself. She then follows suit and has an accident in her jeans. Submitter Trickle Treat Submitted 07/01/2022 Category Female  
  6. Here's the last story for Gen 5! The next story will be my first entry in what I like to call "HoloMess Extra", which will be bonus stories I write that don't fall into the main story, or at least the ideas of the main story. This will include one-shots and alternate endings of already existing stories. Please look forward to it. “You fucking bitch!” Nene screamed, now unphased by the mess that lingered in her underwear, having grown used to the feeling, or rather, the lack thereof. In one swift motion, she slapped Polka straight across her face, causing the fennec to recoil. “I trusted you! Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut?!” “Look, I’m sorry! But I didn’t know what to do,” the circus girl apologized. “When I went to check out your… protection… a couple of the girls walked up to me and immediately started asking about it!” Nene stared her dead in the eyes. A shiver ran down Polka’s spine. “H-hey… how else was I supposed to explain myself carrying diapers to the cash register?” Nene scoffed, about-faced, and had begun to close the door in her face, but not before leaving Polka with the parting words, “You’ll regret this.” An air of dread hung over the remaining idol. She’d never seen Nene what upset before, and dreaded thinking about what was in store for her. “Polka, it’s time to get up.” The fox-girl grumbled, adjusting herself on the sofa she’d passed out on. “Huh? Izutsu? When did I fall asleep?” “Nevermind that,” the personal assistant started, “you have the dress rehearsal for your show in 10 minutes!” “CRAP!” Polka unabashedly tossed all the clothes she was wearing on the floor as she made her way to her outfit. “Can you at least put on some underwear when you come to the office?” Izutsu chided as she got a clear view of Polka’s bare bottom as she pulled her sweatpants down. “Eh, why bother?” Polka shrugged. “You all prepare shorts for me anyways because my skirts too short.” She eyed the spandex shorts lying neatly next to the rest of her stage outfit. “That’s not the- ugh, whatever. You’re on in 10,” the assistant sighed as she made her leave of the dressing room. “Yeesh, she can be a real hardass sometimes.” Polka slid the spats up to her crotch. She immediately felt something was off. It felt as if her underwear was weirdly stiff. The performer didn’t have time to investigate, however, as she threw the rest of her outfit on in a hurry and made her way to the stage. Dress rehearsal had been going well, for the most part. Polka needed to redo a couple of the animal tamer segments, but overall, the past hour had gone by smoothly. All that was left were the acrobatic sections, which Polka was admittedly not the best at. She climbed the side ladder with confidence, however, as she prepared for the trapeze jump, a move that sometimes scared the literal shit out of her when she was younger. As she approached the top, she looked around at the people on the bottom of the stage. Naturally, Izutsu and A-chan, as well as some other staff were directly below her, prepared with a tarp and trampoline in case she fell. On the sidelines, Sora, Lamy and Botan giggled to each other as they waited for Polka to begin. As she panned her vision, however, she caught a glimpse that stopped her heart. “Give it your all Polka!” “Nene.” Beads of sweat started to form on the fennec’s forehead as well as down her back, and she started to notice that her body was abnormally hot and somewhat itchy. “What is she doing here?” Polka thought to herself. She must have been here to exact revenge, but the how was completely lost on her. “Polka!” Izutsu screamed from below. “We’re ready when you are!” The ringmaster swallowed her fear as she grabbed the bar above her. “Don’t think about it, Polka,” she assured herself. She experimentally moved her hands to check if the bar was greased before shaking her head. “You need to focus. There’s no way Nene would do something like that.” She took a breath, then pushed off with her feet. Instincts took over. Polka closed her eyes as she hit the apex of the bar’s forward swing. She let go of the bar, flipping her body backwards without tucking her body. However, as she was suspended in the air, she felt something shift which immediately threw her balance off. The performer opened her eyes and was met with the sight of the stage ceiling. This was all the girl needed to know to realized that she wasn’t going to make it to the next bar. At this point, the only thing Polka could manage was a scream. “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” “TARP!” Izutsu commanded, prompting all the staff to stretch the cloth over the trampoline. In seconds, Polka’s fall was broken as she bounced several times on the tarp-covered trampoline. A weird bounce at the end sent her flying on her butt to the ground, finally landing with a noticeable squelching sound. This caused Sora to cringe to herself, but Polka couldn’t quite make out why. “Man, I screwed that up, huh?” Polka sighed with relief. “Yes, you did,” Izutsu started before asking, “but more importantly, are you okay?” Before Polka could respond, she saw Izutsu point down at the fennec-girl’s crotch. Fixing her gaze downwards, Polka was met with a puddle slowly forming around her spread legs. “No way!” The idol jumped up on her feet to reveal that she was still peeing herself, streams tricking down her legs and into her shoes. At the same time, a rank smell hit her nose, something impossible for a fox to miss. “Oh shit,” she said aloud, feeling the back of her shorts to confirm her suspicions. The now panicking girl looked around as faces of concern, disgust, or both surrounded her. Unsure of what to do, Polka sprinted as fast as she could back to her dressing room, with Izutsu chasing behind her. “I didn’t even feel it…” Polka sobbed in her assistant’s arms. She wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, soiling herself in front of her coworkers, or being bathed and clothed by her assistant. “Hey, I’m sure there’s some explanation for it.” Izutsu pet the fox-girl’s head. “I’m gonna go out and clear the air with everyone. Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you weren’t feeling well today, and that the fall made you lose control.” And just like that, Polka was in the room by herself, left to wallow in her own tears. That is, until a certain blonde-haired girl walked in. “That was quite the show you put on out there. A shame there wasn’t a larger audience.” “Huh?” Polka looked up, only to be confronted by Nene’s face only a few inches from her own. Sadness turned into anger as she rose to her feet. “What the hell did you do?!” “Nothing much, just forced some empathy onto you. Honestly, I thought you’d be more suspicious of your clammy underwear, but I guess that sleeping powder I put in your water worked better than I thought.” “W-what?” Polka’s heart sank. “You didn’t actually use the stuff that made her incontinent on my shorts, did you?” “Yup, sure did!” Nene lifted her skirt, revealing her oversized diaper to the fennec. “Now you get to wear these for a whole month. Just. Like. Me.” Tears started streaming down Polka’s face again as Nene pulled one of her diapers out of her handbag. “Here, this one’s on the house, considering you don’t have any underwear to go back home in. The rest’s on you though.” The blonde pushed the garment into Polka’s arms before making her way to the door. “Oh, by the way, I took nudes while you were asleep, so take this quietly and accept we’re even like a good girl.” And with that, she was gone, leaving Polka with new “underwear” she didn’t even know how to wear correctly. A month went by, and despite horrifying first few weeks, Polka got used to her situation a lot faster than Nene could. Izutsu was very understanding of the situation, despite not understanding what was actually happening behind the scenes. The Hololive girls that witnessed her first accident were also very kind and supportive. It almost felt as if they all had wet and messed themselves recently too. At the end of it all, Polka was even inspired to add a new infrequent segment to her “Legend of Polka” show, dedicated to helping incontinent or accident-prone persons get over the humiliation or embarrassment by calling in Hololive members to talk about recent “accidents” they had. It took a while to come up with a name, but eventually she had come up with a name she thought best encapsuled the spirit of everything: “HoloMess”.
  7. Dakota’s Revenge (Introduction) “Emmie, today’s the day.” “Really? You have everything prepared already?” “Yep. And I’m sure you have your part of the plan ready?” “Everyone else and I will be gone all day tomorrow. You’ll have the whole dorm to yourself and those three.” “Excellent,” Dakota smiled as she finished the last bit of her essay for History class. “And just like that, I’m done with all my homework for this month and next month. And now that that’s all done, it’s time to get revenge on Courtney and her cronies.” “I’ll go make sure everyone’s still on board.” As Emmie left her dorm room, Dakota looked on at her computer, glaring at the thought of Courtney and her two cronies; Alexis and Penny. Those three made her hold in her pee for 24 hours with the threat of getting her expelled from school, all because she had copied a couple of answers from Courtney’s test. Dakota had to go to the hospital to check her bladder, but what made her even angrier was that Courtney had basically threatened to ruin her family’s life by getting her expelled. Dakota was the only member of her family to make it to college which was only because of the scholarship she worked weeks to get, and she wasn’t going to let some rich bitch who never knew a thing of how it felt to not even have enough money to afford a permanent home make her parents any more miserable. “They’re all going with me, Dakota,” Emmie said, poking her head through the door. Dakota nodded with a smile on her face before grabbing her phone and dialing up several numbers. Dakota couldn’t think of a time when she had been more excited, and she began laughing out of excitement before the person on the other side answered the phone. The Next Day… Courtney woke up from her slumber, rising into a seated position. As she emitted a yawn, Courtney’s stomach immediately began rumbling, which Courtney disregarded at first, assuming it was just because she was hungry. However, as her stomach continued grumbling, Courtney realized that it wasn’t because she was hungry; it was because she had to poop. That, along with her bladder feeling like a full water balloon, immediately woke her up and got her rocketing out of bed and to her bathroom. However, when Courtney went to open the door, she realized that the doorknob was broken, rendering it completely unusable and trapping her out of the bathroom. “What the hell!?” Courtney yelled, kicking her bathroom door in frustration before running out of her room, still in her pajamas. When she got into the hallway, Courtney saw Penny and Alexis outside as well, holding their stomachs in the same way she was. “You guys too?” Courtney asked as Penny and Alexis turned to Courtney while shaking, as holding in their productions was getting harder and harder. “Yeah! Like, I tried to go to our bathroom, but someone literally destroyed our toilet. Like…it’s in pieces right now!” Alexis yelled, letting out a guttural fart that echoed throughout the empty hallways. “And nobody else is here! It’s so weird. We tried to ask other people to use their bathrooms, but almost nobody is here,” Penny explained. Courtney couldn’t believe what she was hearing; everyone in the dorms was gone and their toilets were completely unusable. While Courtney was trying to wrap her head around this situation, she heard a toilet flush coming from down the hall. Penny and Alexis heard this too, and they saw Courtney’s roommate, Eliza, come out of someone’s dorm room. “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom, Dakota. I didn’t want to make a mess before heading out with everyone!” Eliza called out as she ran out of Dakota’s room. Courtney cringed when she heard that name, remembering Dakota as the person who cheated off her test. Luckily, in Courtney’s mind, Dakota seemed to learn her lesson after she was forced to hold her pee in for 24 hours. The three women didn’t really want to ask Dakota for help but realizing it was either that or using the carpeted floor as a toilet, the three of them rushed to Dakota’s room, keeping the door open as they barged into her room. “Oh hi girls, what can I do for you?” Dakota asked. If Courtney and her friends weren’t keeping an ocean of liquid shit and piss from spilling out of them, they would’ve been suspicious about the excess honey that was dripping from her voice. “You can let us use your bathroom!” Alexis yelled before doubling over to fight off a massive cramp. Dakota sat up from her chair, walked over to her bathroom door, and wiggled a key in front of the girls’ faces. “Hmmmm…Nah.” Dakota then locked the door to her bathroom, putting the key back in her pocket. “What do you mean ‘Nah’!?” “I mean ‘Nah’. Why would I let you three rich skanks use my bathroom?” The three girls were incredulous at the tone Dakota was taking with them. A month ago, Dakota was letting them walk all over her and do whatever they wanted to her. This could be because she wanted to make sure she stayed in college, but either way, Dakota’s attitude was shocking to them. However, it wasn’t quite shocking enough for Alexis. “Look Dakota, you better let us use that bathroom or I’ll--!” “Oh, I know the three of you can beat me up, but you won’t. “What the hell makes you think---!?” Dakota shut Alexis up by showing off several pictures in her hands. “These are pictures of the three of you using fake IDs to get into a nearby bar. Now call me crazy, but I don’t think a prestigious college like this one would really want their students to go break the law like that,” Dakota explained, causing the color on Courtney’s face to completely vanish. “What…what the hell are you getting at, Dakota?” “Do you need it spelled out for you? I’m the one who put you in this position,” Dakota confessed, causing the three girls to look at her in shock. “That’s right, I had someone I know destroy your bathrooms, I got everyone out of the dorms, and I also locked you in my room. You have nowhere to go, which means we’re playing by one of my rules,” Dakota further explained as the girls sighed in shock and fear as Penny looked up at Dakota. “So what do you have planned? You’re going to make us hold all this for 24 hours?” Penny asked, pointing at her bloated midsection as Dakota bit her lips in enjoyment. “Oh no, I have something a little more…embarrassing and fun planned for you three,” Dakota explained, moving from in front of her desk, revealing a camera on top of her computer. On her computer screen, Dakota had Twitch opened up, primed to go live. “See, a good way to make a quick buck is playing on Twitch. But as the memories of that faithful day kept playing and playing in my mind, I realized that I could use my Twitch account for my revenge. Basically, I’m going to stream your desperation and the results of your desperation live on Twitch to about…oh! 2000 followers, that’s more than I usually get,” Dakota explained. Before any of the three girls could voice their objections, Dakota then brought out a blackboard with Courtney, Alexis, and Penny’s names on them with five red tally marks underneath each one of their names. “I promised my Twitch followers something big today, and today, you guys are going to compete for the opportunity to use the toilet.” “And what if we refuse.” “I mean, you can do that, but if you do, I’ll go to the Dean and show him these pictures. And either way, you’re locked in, and Twitch will still see you guys make a mess of yourselves,” Dakota explained, taking an unprecedented amount of joy in the squirming and moaning that Courtney and her entourage were doing. “…what…what do we have to do?” Courtney asked, not being able to hold her head up. “I’m glad you asked. See, this is a scoreboard, and since you’re all pieces of shit, I docked you 5 points. You have -5 points, and if you want me to unlock the bathroom for you, you have to get positive 5 points. And to get those points, you have to answer questions about…me,” Dakota explained, pointing to herself as she turned to her streaming camera and clicked the button to go live while the rest of the girls looked on in worry since they barely knew Dakota at all. “Hey guys, as you can see, I just finished explaining the rules of our little game to these three. I’ve told you why I want to get my revenge on these three, so I want you all to give me some questions that you want me to ask them. I have a few ideas myself, but if you guys have questions as well, let me know,” Dakota said to her chat before looking at her victims from the corner of her eye, taking in more pleasure hearing the moans and seeing the squirming of her bullies. “And with that out of the way, let’s get the fun started!” Dakota exclaimed, clapping her hands together, rubbing them in anticipation as Courtney and her friends looked on in concern while they tried to maintain their hold on their bladder and bowels. Based on @Jailor Eckman 's 'Off Limits' comic. I have no idea how it's going to continue or how it's going to end, but I decided to create a scenario where Dakota finally gets some revenge against her bullies, who made her hold pee for 24 hours. And yes, they gave me their blessing to do this fanfiction. Also, comment on what questions you want Dakota to ask her bullies. I don't know if I'll get the answers to questions about Dakota right, but still sounds like something fun.
  8. Blade of Vengeance (Pt. 2) In the darkness, the three of them sat, bound and helpless, staring at the masked and mysterious figure standing in front of them. She was dressed fully in black from head to toe and holding what looked to be a very sharp and deadly sword in her small hands. Their bellies were swollen from the water they had been forced to swallow, and not been allowed to release. They were suffering; the pain from being forced to hold so much in their bladders was excruciating. Although the room was cold, they had begun to sweat, with fear as much as pain. After a suitable pause, the masked figure spoke. “Do you recognize this place?” she asked, grimly. “Ten years ago, the three of you brought a young girl here, to the basement of this abandoned hospital. You raped her, beat her, and then left her here, unconscious. Tonight, you will pay for that.” The boys thought back to that time. There had been more than one victim, and there was no way of knowing which of their misdeeds had come back to haunt them. In any case, it didn’t matter. They were going to atone for everything all at once, here and now. The girl fell silent. She wanted to let their imaginations run wild with the possibilities of what might happen to them, to experience the terror that she had felt that afternoon long ago. Ten years had passed, but the feelings and memories were still vivid in her mind. The brutal rape; the physical pain they had inflicted upon her, and the emotional scars which had taken so much longer to heal. Her descent into a private hell, and the long road she had traveled to get back. She had been swallowed up by darkness, and had survived. She had embraced the darkness, and it had become a part of her. Tonight, she would create some memories of her own. The sound of dripping water had finally stopped. The cistern was now totally empty, and the three boys were totally full. It was time to begin. She would need both of her hands for the next step. Reluctantly, she sheathed the katana. Bending down at the knees, she then carefully placed it in its stand on a low table. “Normally, I would not put my sword away before it had tasted blood,” she spoke softly. “But that will have to wait.” Going to each of her captives in turn, she removed the plug from the catheter and released a carefully measured amount of liquid into a container before carefully re-sealing the outlet. The boys shuddered with the relief of pressure on their bladders. But that relief was not the point. She simply needed to make room for what was coming next. She picked up a large jar containing a dark yellow-tinged clear liquid. “I’m sure you can guess what this is," she said, laughing. "I’ve been saving it just for you, and there’s more than enough to go around.” The girl carefully poured a third of the jar’s contents into the first boy’s funnel, slowly and deliberately. He tried to move his head aside, but she held him firmly in place as the liquid flowed into his mouth through the funnel and down the tube into his stomach. The other two boys knew that the same treatment awaited them shortly. And all too soon, they were taking in their equal share of the girl’s warm, acrid urine. She had made sure to avoid drinking too much water while saving it for them, so that it would be particularly strong and undiluted. She left Billy for last. Although they couldn’t really taste it fully, the smell was enough to make them gag and choke. She laughed, and said “First payback… You made me wet myself, and I vowed to make you drink my p*ss.” Normally, she avoided vulgarity, but tonight she used the word for its effect. ‘Urine’ seemed too clinical, and ‘pee’ a bit too cute. She wanted to intimidate, not amuse. “I hoped you would choke on it, and it seems to be having that effect. How nice.” The girl set the empty jar aside, laughing. Stepping behind the first boy, she pulled an ice pack from a cooler. Reaching around to his bare stomach, she then applied it directly over his bladder, and duct taped it in place. He whimpered and shivered as the cold had its effect. He began to squirm in his chair, at least as much as he could, being tied to it so tightly. If he had been able to, he would have immediately started to release the urine which was trapped inside of him, but with the catheter in place, there was no way he could. She did the same with the second bound boy, and then the third. Saving Billy for last again… smiling once more, she brought her fist sharply into his left kidney, hitting as hard as she could. He grunted with the pain of it, but like his two companions, he was unable to relieve the pressure on his overburdened bladder. His body twisted violently in spasm with the force of her unexpected blow. The girl knew he was in serious trouble. In fact, all three of them were. If they weren’t allowed to release the pent-up urine inside of them soon, bad things would begin to happen, very bad things. Still, her revenge had been delayed for so long. Now she wanted to prolong their punishment just a while longer. This was justice being served, payback for ten long years of her own suffering. She picked up a feather from the low table. Slowly, she began to tickle each of them in turn, stopping just long enough to move on to the next helpless victim, not allowing any significant recovery time, keeping them on the edge. The relentless feather visited the soles of their feet, the backs of their necks, the area around their armpits; inflicting the gentle cruelty of tickle torture on bodies trussed up and unable to laugh, squirm, or pull away… and unable to release the contents of their bladders, no matter how much they needed to. By now sweat was pouring out of all three of them, running down their faces in rivulets. If the funnels hadn’t been blocking their mouths, they would have been begging her to stop. Their suffering was immense; and yet, apart from that one kidney punch, she had been restrained. The state they were in was due to only water, ice and a feather, each judiciously used in the most efficient way. She thought of the irony of their fate, to be humbled and humiliated by such soft and seemingly innocent means. In a way, it was both an appropriate metaphor and a perfect turnabout. They had taken her by force, but up until now, her revenge had followed a different path. Now she pulled the funnels and tubes out of their mouths as they choked and gagged again. She wanted to hear them speak. The first boy began to sob quietly, unable to do anything but suffer. The second boy begged for her to let him go, to let him pee, to stop the pain any way possible. But Billy tried to seem defiant. He spat and spoke to the whimpering, pleading boys next to him. “Shut up, you asses. Don’t give her the satisfaction of hearing you whimper and beg!” Then, directed at her, “You bitch! If I wasn’t tied up like this, I’d show you a thing or two!” “Ah, yes. But you ARE tied up quite securely, aren’t you?” she asked. “How does it feel to be the helpless one? To know that there is no way to prevent what is coming, no matter how horrible it might be?” Not waiting for a reply, she kicked each of them in the chest, not hard enough to cause damage but just hard enough to topple them. They were now lying on their backs on the floor, still tied to their chairs. She then pulled on their catheter tubes gently but firmly, exposing their privates outside of their boxers. The girl moved over to the low table once more. Kneeling down respectfully, she first bowed her head and meditated briefly, clearing her mind of all thought, blanking out all sound. Then, she took the katana in both hands and lifted it up from its stand. With a single fluid motion, she rose and once again withdrew the shining steel blade from its lacquered sheath. Her feet padding softly on the concrete floor, she made her way back towards the three boys on the ground. As the girl approached, the sword in her hands, the three captives began to seriously fear for their lives. There was no telling what this vengeful fury had in store for them, what she was capable of. She waved the katana blade slowly in front of them, gesturing in turn to their genitals, their stomachs, and finally, their necks. Even Billy fell silent now, his false bravado rendered mute by what he expected to be his imminent death. The moment of truth had finally arrived. Her mind was clear and resolute as she reflected back on her history and on all of the events which had brought her to this place. The horrific rape, yes... but also her subsequent studies of religion, philosophy and literature. Her pursuit of the martial arts, first with her female Japanese sensei and then with Hanzo-Sama. Everything was coming into focus with crystalline clarity at this moment. It was a revelation to her, all of her senses heightened with the truth of it. Until now she hadn’t been quite sure exactly what course she would pursue in the end. As she gazed down at the three helpless boys, she realized that there would be no honor in slaying them, no matter what they had done to her in the past. She had become a warrior, wielding an honorable blade. Using the Hattori Hanzo katana to kill these three would be like using it to slaughter pigs. She thought back to Hanzo-Sama’s words as he had handed her this unique and special weapon. “Use it with wisdom and restraint; for each use takes a toll you will someday be forced to reckon with,” he had told her. At that time she had been so intent on revenge that she had neither fully heard, nor fully understood his words. Now, in this moment of revelation, she understood… to take a life should be a meaningful act, one that had a higher purpose behind it. In order for that act to have meaning, one’s opponent must be worthy of the toll one would pay in the end for the taking of that life. And now she understood finally why Hanzo-Sama had given her such a sword. Not to doom her intended victims, but to save her own soul from damnation. She smiled again, reflecting on her master’s wisdom, and his trust in her true nature. He had seen this moment residing within her, although she had not been able to see past her need for vengeance at that time. How wise he had been, to know her better than she knew herself. Now, her decision made, she strode purposefully towards the boys, stopping at each one in turn to slice at their genitals as they shrieked in horror, only to realize that her precise strokes had not unmanned them, but instead had only severed the plugged ends of the catheter tubes. Finally free to void, the contents of their bladders rushed forcefully out of the tubes, spilling over their stomachs and splashing into their faces as they sputtered and choked. There was a lot of urine contained within, so the process took some time, and the girl enjoyed every second of their humiliating discomfort. Once they had emptied their overworked bladders completely, she rendered each of them unconscious with a single hard blow to the head from behind. Then, she used her katana to slice their bonds, freeing them. When they awoke, they would have headaches for awhile, and bad memories of this night for the rest of their lives. But they would be none the worse for wear physically, and they would be free to leave. Of course, the only clothes they had were the urine-soaked boxers they were wearing. She smiled again, this time at the thought of the three of them making their way back home from this remote location in those. Returning the sword to its sheath, she turned away from them, walked out of the room and headed up the stairs to find her lover, who had been waiting there patiently for her as the drama had played out in the basement below. As the girl pulled the mask off with one hand, her reddish brown hair fell into her face. The woman took the girl into her arms and brushed her hair aside, planting a warm kiss on the nape of her neck. Then, in her soft, accented voice, she asked, ”Did you get what you needed, sweetie?” The girl looked up into her eyes and said, “Yes, it’s all over now. I’m satisfied.” And she meant it. The katana in her left hand and her lover's hand grasped firmly in her right, the girl walked out of the abandoned hospital. She walked out of the darkness and into the light of a new day, the sky brilliant and blue above her. She was truly free at last. (The End.)
  9. Wildagram

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    Terra, Winter, Starfire and Raven mark their territory in the laundry room just to get revenge on Terro. Thanks to Fire2ninja for the art
  10. This is a story written long long ago, at a time far, far away... a continuation the "Classics" series where I go back ~20 years or so and repost some of the "classics" from sites no longer with us, such as Thomas' Water Resources, etc... The stories are often attached in plaintext/markdown format if that would be helpful to anyone. If anyone has requests, please let me know. Female desperation, wetting, accidents are my thing so all stories will likely be along such lines. If you'd like to see the entire collection: https://www.omorashi.org/tags/classics/ This week's choice reading is brought to us thanks to Jay-Gee. Another story of the same two sisters - and another road trip. Use the link above to find parts 1 & 2 if you miss it. This was originally posted on Shara and Ger's Female Desperation site. --- Patience and Prudence: A Visit to Amy (3 of 5) by Jay-Gee edited and formatted by MrMakeHerWait Note: This story contains Female Desperation. I was in a huge hotel complex. In every direction I could see long corridors stretching away; there were bars, restaurants, foyers, lobbies. I could see everything but the one thing I needed - a Ladies' room. And did I need it badly! I was aching with desperation. Surely there must be dozens of toilets in a building like this. I tried asking people as they bustled past me, obviously on their way to urgent appointments. But nobody seemed to speak English. I was becoming frantic. But there was no sign of a toilet anywhere. What could I do? At last I caught sight of a sign, at the far end of a long corridor. But as I made my way as quickly as I could, already anticipating blissful relief, alarm bells began to ring. Everyone was saying it was necessary to evacuate the building immediately. Was it a fire or a bomb? I was frightened, but even more frightened of going outside, of being cut off from any chance of getting to a toilet. What should I do??? Suddenly I was awake. The bell was the alarm clock, which I quickly switched off. But one thing remained - the fierce, burning need to get to a toilet, and quickly. I jumped out of bed and padded down to the bathroom, only to find that my twin sister Prue had got there before me. (We had digital alarm clocks, which had gone off at exactly the same time.) I could hear her having her morning pee, splashing and gurgling into the bowl. I went back to my room, but I couldn't sit down, I had to keep pacing round the bedroom, and then bend almost double to prevent myself wetting my pyjamas. I'm usually pretty desperate when I wake up in the morning because (unlike Prue) I don't usually use the toilet before going to bed. But this was something special, excruciatingly special. I remembered the previous evening. Prue and I had gone out for a few drinks with some of our friends. Nothing wild, but I'd had a few pints in the course of the evening. I couldn't remember how many times I'd been to the toilet. When we left the pub to get the bus home, Prue naturally paid a final precautionary visit to the Ladies'. I, as you might expect, had not. By the time we'd waited for a bus, and made the half-hour journey home, I was ready. Not desperate, mind you, but quite uncomfortable. Yet when we got in, Prue went straight into the bathroom to get ready for bed, as we had an early start the next morning. I changed into my pyjamas, ready to slip to the toilet as soon as Prue had finished getting ready. But I was very tired and a bit tipsy, so I lay down on the bed - it was a warm summer night. And within a minute, despite my discomfort, I was fast asleep. I hadn't woken all night; no wonder I was desperate now. I couldn't stand it any longer. I ran to the bathroom, and banged on the door. "Prue, let me in, or I'll have an accident." Prue had just gotten out of the shower, and she let me in. I almost leapt onto the toilet and immediately the pent up urine began to flood out. For a moment Prue just stared at me in wonder. "How do you manage to hold so much?" she enquired, as my stream flowed on and on with no sign of stopping. "Practice," I said, "the kind of practice you'll never get if you always take precautions." A few minutes later I joined Prue downstairs for breakfast. The reason we were up so early on a Sunday morning was that we had arranged to go and visit Prue's friend Amy, who lived in the Midlands. I didn't like Amy much; I thought she had a nasty, sneering manner. I'd first met her about eighteen months earlier on a coach trip to the seaside. It had been an eventful day for her, because she had wet herself on the coach when the driver refused to stop. See Patience and Prudence: A Day at the Seaside. But as it turned out, that had actually been a bit of luck for her. Amy had done her best to cover up her accident so nobody would notice, but one of those who had spotted what had happened was a young man called Brian, and it had really awakened his interest in her. Or at least that was what office gossip said, perhaps on the basis of a drunken confession by one or the other of them. In any case they had quickly become an item and decided to move in together. Because of the appalling price of houses in London, they had moved to the Midlands, a small town near Leicester. Brian was away for a couple of weeks, and Amy had invited us over for the day. I wasn't keen on visiting Amy, but I'd nothing else on that day, and Prue wanted someone for company during the journey and to share the driving. But she had made me swear a solemn oath not to mention Amy's wetting accident, however provoked I might feel. I agreed quite happily, because raising the subject would also be very embarrassing for Prue, who had had her own wetting accident on a car journey a couple of years earlier. See Patience and Prudence: An Introduction Prue just had one cup of coffee with her breakfast, but I needed to wake myself after the previous night's drinking, so I had three. When we were ready to set off, Prue disappeared upstairs for another trip to the toilet. When she came down, she said to me: "Aren't you going to pee? We don't want to have to keep stopping." I just grinned and shook my head. We had a good journey up the motorway. It was just after we turned off the motorway that the coffee kicked in, and I realized I was bursting. Of course I'd missed my chance of a service station, and the possibility of finding a public toilet out there in the wilds was minimal. So I was resigned to having to hold it until we got to Amy's house. Absolutely no problem for someone as experienced as myself in the arts of self-control, I thought. Except that Prue was driving and I was supposed to be navigating. The need to pee was wrecking my concentration, and I mistakenly told her take the wrong turn. We had been driving nearly twenty minutes in the wrong direction before we realized, and had to turn round. Things were getting so bad by now that I nearly asked Prue to stop so I could squat behind a hedge, but we weren't really in the deep country and there were too many people around. By now I was sitting on my foot and clutching myself between the legs. Prue could see easily what was wrong and of course she had to rub it in: "I told you to go before we set out," she smirked. True enough, but it wasn't much good to me now. At last we found the estate Amy lived on, but we still had to stop and ask directions twice before we finally located the house. I was rocking to and fro in absolute agony. Prue parked the car and we walked to Amy's door - or rather Prue walked and I hobbled. Prue knocked, but there was no answer. Had there had been a misunderstanding? Had we come on the wrong day when there was nobody at home? I was hopping from foot to foot, glancing round Prue's garden trying to see a bush big enough to squat behind. At last Amy came to the door and welcomed us. I just pushed in front of Prue and said as though it was all one word: "Hello-Amy-nice-to-see-you-where's-your-toilet?" Luckily there was a downstairs cloakroom so I didn't have the torture of running upstairs. I just dived in, locked the door and plonked myself on the seat. As the miniature Niagara erupted between my thighs I felt an indescribably sensation of bliss flooding through my body. It had been worth all the discomfort and pain to finally reach this moment of sensual pleasure. But despite this state of orgasmic nirvana, I was aware of something else. Prue and Amy were standing just outside the cloakroom door, and I could hear Prue saying something, followed by a cackle of laughter from Amy. I soon picked up what was going on; Prue was telling Amy how desperate I had been because I had refused to take a precaution before setting out. Amy thought that was hysterically funny. And, Prue added, "She's always like that. She never goes before a journey." Amy laughed some more. I was furious. My moment of bliss evaporated even before all the urine was out of my body. It was one thing for Prue and I to have a private family joke about our different toilet habits. It was quite a different matter for me to be made a laughing stock by my own sister. I was tempted, very severely tempted, to break my oath and mention Amy's own bad experience. I didn't, but my mind was on revenge. It was the beginning of what was, for me at least, a very boring afternoon. Prue and Amy chattered on and on about people from the office they had both worked at, most of whom I knew nothing about. There was nothing to do but drink the endless cups of tea that Amy kept making, and listen to the radio, which Amy left permanently switched on. Apart from some music, which I didn't much like, there was nothing but weather reports and traffic news. Pretty tedious stuff, or so I thought, until I heard something that started me thinking... Shortly before six o'clock Prue said we had better be going, since we both had to be up early for work in the morning. I was glad it was over, and thanked Amy for her hospitality in the most formal manner. Prue, of course, had to make her farewell visit to the toilet, even though she had been only about twenty minutes earlier. When she emerged, she looked at me and said: "Better go, Paish, we want a quick journey home - no stops." I knew there was still a fair amount of tea sloshing around inside me, and I hesitated for a second, but then Amy put her oar in: "Yes, that's a good idea. You don't want to be uncomfortable while you're driving." And she started to giggle. Prue giggled too. That finally made my mind up and I determined to implement the plan I had been hatching during the long spells of boredom during the afternoon. I strode for the door, saying to Prue: "Come on, you're the one who wants to get back quickly." It was my turn to drive. I found the way to the motorway without incident, and we drove southwards. When we got to the second last service station before London, I pulled off the motorway. "What are stopping here for?" squealed Prue, "I want to get home and have some sleep." "Sorry," I said, "I need the toilet." "What a waste of time!" she moaned. "If you'd gone at Amy's we could have got home non-stop. It's so unnecessary. Why can't you plan ahead?" I didn't respond, just unbuckled my seat belt, and opened the door. "Coming?" I inquired as I prepared to get out. Prue hesitated; it was not in her nature to miss an opportunity to take a precautionary pee. But she had complained so vociferously about my needing to stop that she could hardly follow my example. So she stayed in the car. I ran to the lavatory block and dived into a cubicle. As I sat down on the seat, I felt slightly guilty. I did feel a mild need to go, after all that tea of Amy's, but under normal circumstances I would never have dreamt of stopping here. I was quite capable of hanging on till I got home. So in a sense I was taking a precaution, especially in view of what I knew and Prue didn't. I smiled. All part of my plan, and Prue was in store for a well-deserved shock. I took my time washing my hands, then strolled back to the car, further irritating Prue who wanted to get moving as quickly as possible. Soon we were back on the road, making good progress - but not for long. After a few miles we came to a massive traffic jam. Cars ahead of us seemed to be totally immobile. As more cars accumulated behind us, we were trapped. This was no surprise to me. I had heard the radio reports of an overturned lorry and of the massive jam that would take several hours to clear. I also knew I could have turned off at the previous junction and taken an alternative route which would have got us back to London quite quickly. But Prue had made fun of me to the obnoxious Amy and I was determined to have my revenge. Prue was furious at the traffic jam, and moaned for quite a long time, though happily she did not suspect that I had set the situation up, or I think we should probably have come to blows. After a while she accepted the inevitable and calmed down. We talked of one thing and another to pass the time, and played CDs. From time to time it would seem as if the traffic was moving again; we would go forward for a few yards, and then find ourselves totally immobile once again. After we had been there for about an hour, I could see Prue beginning to fidget a bit. I asked if she was all right, knowing full well what the problem would be. "No," she replied, "I do wish I'd gone to the toilet when we stopped at the service station." Feeling some satisfaction that the tables were turned for once, I said in a rather smug tone: "Well, I did ask if you wanted to, but you didn't take your opportunity." She looked rather cross, but since she could see that I was just saying to her what she said so often to me, there was nothing she could do. Another half hour passed. Obviously we weren't the only people on the road to have a problem. A couple of men got out of their cars and stood with their backs to the traffic, pissing copiously on the grass verge. Prue shuddered and said: "I hate men. They can go anywhere they want to. It's not fair." Obviously she was getting desperate. We edged forward ever so slowly, but there was nothing by the roadside that offered any cover, no wall, or hedge or bushes. Even I would have been hard pushed to find somewhere to squat and piss, and I had pissed in some pretty strange places in my time. A young mother got out of the car in front with her two young children so that they could wee on the grass verge. As the little ones did their fountains, I caught a glimpse of the look on her face. Never have I seen jealousy expressed so blatantly and obviously on a human face. Clearly she was consumed with a desire to do what her kids were doing. When the youngsters had finished, she stood there for a minute, tapping her foot on the ground, as though making a decision. In the end respectability prevailed and she reluctantly got back into her car, but she had clearly given very serious consideration to the possibility of squatting on the grass verge. Another half hour passed. We moved forward a little, but only a couple of hundred yards. By now Prue was sitting on her foot, rocking to and fro, and biting her lip. I was beginning to feel sorry for her. I felt that I had had my revenge and that I'd be quite happy to let her go now. But where? We were still trapped; this was taking a lot longer than I had expected. Eventually Prue look at me and said: "Paish, what am I going to do. I can't wait much longer. I'm scared I'll wet myself again. And I couldn't stand that." She started to cry. "Well," I said, "the only alternative seems to be to go on the grass verge." "But I can't," she sobbed, "Everyone would be able to see me." Although quite a lot of men and kids had relieved themselves on the verge, no grown woman had done so thus far. Although the sun was about to set, it was still quite light. "How long till it goes dark?" she asked in a whisper, as though afraid of the answer. I reckoned it would be about three quarters of an hour before it would be so dark that she could squat unobserved. There was another wave of sobs. "I can't hold it that long. Damn Amy and all her tea!" By now I was beginning to feel really sorry for what I had done. If it had been Amy in the seat next to me about to piss herself, I should have laughed and paid the cleaning bill willingly. But this was my twin sister Prue, and despite our mutual teasing I loved her dearly, and certainly didn't want to see her humiliated. But what could be done? Then I saw it, the miracle solution. We had moved forward another couple of hundred yards and we were alongside some sort of building site. Lying on the verge a few yards away was a huge piece of piping, several feet in diameter. It was clearly part of a sewer for some new construction that was taking place. A sewer. What could be more appropriate? I pointed it out to Prue. "You could squat inside that," I said. She looked dubious. "Everyone would be able to see what I was doing." "Yes", I said, "but at least they wouldn't be able to see you doing it." When she still hesitated, I said in my firmest voice: "Go on, will you. We don't want the car soaking." She was obviously at the very limit of her capacity, for she climbed out of the car and ran to the pipe. She disappeared inside. The pipe was tilted slightly, and a moment later a stream of water issued from the other end, catching the light of the setting sun and flashing gold. It went on for a very long time. At last she emerged and ran back to the car. When she got inside she hugged me and gave me a kiss, saying I had saved her from disaster. It wasn't just Prue's problem I had solved. Within moments a number of women, who had obviously been watching what was going on, got out of their cars and ran to the pipe. They formed an orderly queue, just as though it were a regular public convenience. I was pleased to see the young mum from the car in front, who stood there tapping her foot frantically as she waited her turn. Prue and I put on another CD and prepared to wait for the gridlock to clear. Source: jaygee09.html from the archive bundled at: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/60912-end-of-an-era-shara-and-gers-female-desperation-gone-for-good/ patience_prudence_amy_3.md
  11. This story was written by me in April 2018. It is based somewhat on the story "The Unmasking of Sameera Khan", which I wrote in January 2011. This story is longer, more detailed and different in several ways. Some aspects are similar. Here is the link. http://ediracqed.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-catastrophic-humiliation-of-aria.html?m=1
  12. THE REVENGE Remember last week when I said that the teacher made me peeing myself. And then I took a shower, she brought me mew clothes and gave me something sweet. Later that day, i realized that the sweet gift wasn't enough for me and I decided to make a plan about how to make my teacher peeing herself. I began to think deeply for several minutes,hours,days and nothing came in my mind, and i was very frustrated. Looked like I was out of ideas. I went to my bedroom and lay in my bed and starting to take a nap for some hours. 2 hours later(12:00) I heard my phone ringing, looks like someone needed me. Guess what, it was the teacher's husband, he called to come to their house for some reason. Firstly, i thought that he called me about my accident that happened one week ago. But it wasn't like that. When i entered the house, he took me to the couch and he started to ask me where is her wife(the teacher, of course). He said that she's been away from home for 3 days and then he said that he was so worried, probably someone kidnapped her, he doesn't know what actually happened. 2 minutes later, I've got an idea: i asked him if I can look for her in the whole city, just to cheer him up. And to my surprise he agreed but only if I call him when i finally got her. So technically we have a deal. He gave me some binoculars and then I left for the city while he wished me luck. 1 hour later(15:00) I searched for her in the whole city and I couldn't find her, i looked for her in restaurants,night clubs,theatres and churches but no luck until I noticed the last restaurant where i didn't look for the teacher. I missed this place from the map. Then i started to look at the interior trough the window till i spotted the teacher. She was sitting next to a guy and I thought maybe is her brother or cousin but neither of them was. Looks like our teacher had a ''male sidechick'' (i don't know how to describe the person but you get the idea) she was dating him, even though she was married and guess what I did, oh yeah I was about to call her husband but felt like i could do more than that. I took a picture of her and that guy. It was 17:30. I headed to my house without calling her husband because I forgot to do. OK, let's just skip to the interesting part. The clock shows: 19:30. I stayed on my computer until someone rang my doorbell. I went downstairs and opened the door. It was my teacher. I saw her doing the pee-pee dance and then I realized that she has to pee. She came closer to me and asked: her: Hi, today I drank a lot of fluids and I didn't find any restroom in the city. Can I use your bathroom? When i heard that, fast enough I found an idea: making her sit on the armchair like what she did to me last week, but first I wanted to have a conversation about me and my little meeting with husband. So i had to choose between letting her pee like a good guy or making her suffer. I chose the easiest one, get it :)))))))))))). Then I answered: me: Can we have a conversation first? her: I can't. I really have to pee. me: sorry miss. Remember when you told me to wait till i finished the exercise. I also had to pee really bad. Now it's your turn. her: fine, i'll wait. Great!!!! Now she's mine. She can't escape. I asked her where she was and she said: home and then I was like: really??? After that, i spilled the beans about my ''plan'' with her husband which was about me looking for her in the whole city and calling her husband afterwards. Then I showed her the picture of her with the previous guy from the restaurant. When she saw the photo, she was shocked and starting shaking. She begged me not to sent this photo to her husband. And another idea has come in my mind: me: I won't but only if you do something for me. her: OK. What do you want? me: I want you to stay here for the rest of the night, sitting on this armchair while watching something at TV, without going anywhere, neither to the bathroom. her: Can I do this after I pee? me: Sorry, miss! if you go, I am about to sent this picture to your husband. And i don't think your husband will be so happy. Since she had no choice she agreed. Now she has to sit on the armchair for 3 or 4 hours. But I also made her drinking a glass of water 30 minutes each. OK. She sat down squirming and we were watching random stuff: documentary,films,cartoons etc. For the first 30 minutes, she put her hands around her thighs and started rubbing and tapping them. I forgot to say that she was wearing the same BLACK clothes she wore last week: the sportscoat,the pantyhose/tights, the skirt and the shoes. I also enjoyed watching her squirming and tapping her legs. I can say I got turned on by this. 30 minutes have passed, now she has to drink the first glass of water. 3 h left To be more interesting, we watched a documentary about rivers,waterfalls and since there is water and also water splashing sounds, it puts a lot of pressure on teacher's bladder. She couldn't take it anymore. For this amount of time, she started to do the same things but in a "weird" way. She was squirming and tapping/rubbing her legs again but quickly, she also did something new. By starting to move up and down,putting her hands on the cheeks like she was thinking, wiggling and also rubbing her shoes. Another 30 m passed and another glass of water. Let's skip again some parts For the remaining amount of time, she breathed very deeply and in a fast movement, as well. Since she drank by now 4 glasses of water, her urge to pee had increased and that meant she couldn't hold it any longer. She was about to stand up and heading to the toilet. But I reminded her that I could call her husband if she goes to the bathroom. She was doing some weird expressions on her face and holding her crotch very tightly until she loses control. She started to wet her black skirt and the armchair, too and then her pee was going down the floor. This took 1 minute. I could see her wet spot on her skirt from the back and also on her tights. me: don't worry, I won't tell your husband about this. her: thank you! me: so, we are even right? her: Yeah! i guess I started to feel a bit sorry for her. That's why I decided to let her take a shower and sleep in my room just for this night. Maybe i will cheer her up. I took her to the bathroom and gave her some pijamas. She washed her body for 30 minutes and then i took her to my room and i told her I only wanted to see how does it feel like to have to pee and the person next to you doesn't let you go. Then she apologized me because she didn't let me pee last week. I also apologized her and made peace afterwards. We became good friends after this and we slept in the same bed. END OF THE STORY!!! MORE STORIES COMING SOON
  13. (This is a small collab I'm doing with PinkTheDinosaur. Just a small side project for the both of us to do during our free time. This story contains sexual themes so if that is not your thing please leave.) “Come on Melissa, Please!” Kari begged. “Fine, but only for a bit,” Melissa said annoyed at her best friend. “But you do know Hypnosis is fake right?” “Well see!” Kari yelled excitedly as the 7-year-old turned off the lights and pulled out a lighter. Kari had her friend look at the flame and began trying to put Melissa into a trance. After 2 tries, Kari had done it! Melissa stood there, staring blankly at the flame and slightly drooling. Kari had no idea what to do now that her friend was like this. But she had to test it out. “Melissa, suck on your thumb,” Kari told her friend. Melissa raised her hand and began sucking on her thumb. “Awesome!” Kari cheered. “Ok, ok, Melissa, whenever I say “nighty night meli” you will fall into this trance. Melissa nodded. “You will do everything I say and not remember I said it,” Kari told her friend who nodded again. Kari then snapped her fingers and Melissa was taken out of the trance. “Whap?” Melissa said as she realized she was sucking her thumb. “Why am I…” “I made you do it with hypnosis!”Kari exclaimed. “Kari, there's no such thing as hypnosis,” Melissa told her friend. “Is too! I just did it to you!” Kari shouted. “Fine, then prove it,” Melissa demanded. “Make me do something that I wouldn't do otherwise.” “Fine! nighty night meli!” Kari shouted and Melissa went into her trance. But Kari had no idea what to do. Her mind was racing and she wasn't thinking straight. If she was she would say something like, “Write a letter to yourself revealing a secret and saying hypnosis is real.” “Every time you say hypnosis isn't real you'll pinch yourself.” “You'll cluck like a chicken every few seconds until you admit hypnosis is real.” But no, part of her was mad that she didn't believe her, so… “Poop in your pants next time you say hypnosis isn't real,” Kari told her then snapped. “Well?” Melissa asked. “I did it already,” Kari told her. Melissa looked around but saw nothing different and nothing to show she was hypnotized. “Right… believe what you want but hypnosis still isn't real.” Suddenly Melissa let out a loud fart that made both girls jump. Then Melissa’s eyes went wide as she began pooping into her panties! Melissa let out a loud scream before rushing to the bathroom but it was too late. Melissa’s mom heard the scream and came to see her daughter had pooped in her white panties and left a brown stain on them. Kari was then sent home while Melissa’s mom dealt with her daughter. The last thing Kari remembers about her old friend was that she had to wear pull ups for a week after that. Then she moved away. Kari was very upset that her friend was now gone but they promised that they would see each other again one day and that they would always be friends. Only one of those came true… Years later, when Kari turned 16, Melissa moved back. But Melissa had become a stuck up bitch. Melissa was hot and she knew it. Well-toned, curves, nice ass, B-cup boobs, long blond hair. Kari? She was tall and thin. But not much else. At first, Kari was excited to see her old friend. Hoping they could still connect after all these years! But that didn't happen. Instead, Melissa had forgotten all about Kari. While this upset Kari, she at least hoped her the best and hoped to possibly become friends with her again. Instead, Melissa pulled an evil prank on Kari in order to get in with the other popular crowd of Kari's school. During gym, Melissa pored itching powder down the front of Kari’s underwear while she was changing. “Wow Kari, do you got crabs or something?” Melissa asked as Kari began itching in front of the other girls in the locker room. And that's what Kari became known for. For the next 2 years, Melissa continued to bully Kari. Pulling pranks, spreading rumors, and doing everything she could just to humiliate Kari. Then one day, when both happen to go to the college bathroom at the same time, Kari confronted her about it. Kari told Melissa all about how they use to be friends, played together, took baths together, and shared secrets with each other. But Melissa denied it. Then Kari brought up the last time she saw Melissa was when she pooped her panties. That's when Kari remembered the hypnosis. “nighty night meli,” Kari told her bully and had her fall into her old trance. Kari was surprised it still worked. It’s been almost 10 years since it was used! But as soon as she knew it worked, Kari began to think of how she could get back at her bully. Make her run around the school naked? Give a few nerds a blowjob? Have her do something embarrassing in front of her “friends”? No, if she was going to do this, Kari wanted to do it right and take it nice and slow… *********** a few months later ********* “Melissa, your brother and I are going to the store. We'll be back in a little while!” Melissa’s mom yelled. “OK!” Melissa yelled back. Melissa listens for the front door to open and shut before Melissa got up. “Finally! I can get some privacy!” Melissa yelled as she walked out of her room. It was now summer time and Melissa was grounded. Her mom had ground her because of her bad grades. She now wasn't allowed out of the house all summer. Plus she wasn't allowed to have electronics at all. When Melissa had tried to sneak her brother's phone into her room to search the internet, her mom decided she couldn't be trusted behind a closed door and removed it. This had really frustrated Melissa. Now she had no phone, no computer, no privacy, and worst of all, nowhere to masturbate. Melissa was the type of person that needed to rub one out at least once every 3-4 days or she will get really frustrated. Melissa decided to check the whole house just to be certain that her mother was gone before she made her way to her little brother's room. Melissa can only get off while wearing underwear, but she has a small problem, she pees every time she climaxes. She's forgotten how long this has been happening but its been a while. Melissa had to be very careful at hiding her wet panties and has ruined at least a third of her underwear already. Then Melissa thought up a workaround. Her little brother was 6 and still a bedwetter. All Melissa had to do was were his underwear and their mom will just think it was from his accidents. Perfect! She pulled open his underwear drawer and pulled out one of his tighty whities. She slipped out of her underwear and pulled the new ones on. They were a little tight but fit just enough to feel like panties. She is already very excited about all of this and can already feel her pussy getting wet. She’ll just head to the bathroom and rub one out before her mom gets home. But as she turns to leave, something catches her eye. Her brother's body pillow. Melissa isn't a stranger to humping a pillow, but after ruining one of her's she hasn't done it since. But she remembered how good it felt. “Maybe just for a minute and I'll finish in the bathroom,” Melissa said out loud to no one as she got on her little brother's bed and sat down on the body pillow. Once she was there she began to grind her body on the pillow while one hand stroked her pussy. Melissa loved the feeling of the underwear over her pussy as she got herself excited before she began to hump the pillow. The pillow was soft and fluffy as Melissa rubbed her crotch on it. “I-i love this!” Melissa yelled as she humped the pillow. On any normal day, she would use her hand or a toy to get herself off, but a soft pillow was just as good for Melissa. Melissa could feel that she was on the edge, could feel the pressure building up. She knew she should head to the bathroom and finish, she knew what would happen if she didn't, but the pillow just felt too good! “I'm almost there!” Melissa yelled as she began humping harder and faster. “IM CUMMING IM CUMMING!!!!!” Melissa closed her eyes as she screamed out in pleaser and she had a great orgasm! But as she was panting and opened her eyes, she saw her wide-eyed mother staring back at her in shock. Then, Melissa began peeing in her little brother's underwear while still on top of his pillow and bed. ******** “And that's what led little Melissa here to need a babysitter.” Melissa’s mom said as she leads the babysitter to Melissa’s room. “She’s to stay in those pull-ups all summer and possibly all of the next school year.” Melissa was fuming as her mom led the babysitter into her room without asking. She was bright red as she tried to pull her shirt down to cover her pull up. Her mother had taken away all of her underwear and locked up her pants and skirts. The only time she got pants now was when her mother was taking her somewhere in public. “Know I know this is a weird circumstance, but I have no other option. With my husband gone and Melissa unreliable to watch Danny, I just needed someone to watch the two of them.” “It's no problem, I'll make sure they both stay in line,” Kari told Melissa’s mother with a smile on her face. (I hope you all like the first chapter to our story. If you like it, please check out one of our other stories.we would greatly appreciate it. Also, we have a challenge you you all! FINISH THE JOKE! A mom, her baby girl, and her sissy walk into a bar… Whoever can come up with the funniest joke will have it be part of the chapter! And will get a shout out from us!)
  14. My Dad told me a story years ago that was relayed to him by a former coworker at the wine company at which he used to work. Apparently there were 5 people travelling in a sedan in California, calling on numerous retail accounts for an entire day. At some point in their travels, one of the salesman asked the salesman driving to stop so that he could pee. For whatever reason, the driver (who had a reputation of being a bit cranky) refused his colleague, asking that he wait until they reach the next account before going. After arguing back and forth, the salesman apparently just spitefully (under the pretense of desperation) pissed himself, soaking the carseat and nearly wetting the other two salespeople in the back. Seeing as he had an overnight bag, he was able to change, but the driver was forced to stop for towels and, later, detail his car. I certainly wouldn't condone this kind of behavior but it struck my curiosity: Have you all ever heard about or carried out any wettings out of pure frustration or spite?
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