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  1. Hey everyone! This is my first story written here, so I’m open to any feedback. My main motivation for this fic was a severe lack of Link in Legend of Zelda omo stories, or male stories in general, so I had to make my contribution. Enjoy! After a long week of fighting moblins, bobokins, and skeletons with nothing more than a club and some meager branches, Link had finally made it to the Lookout Landing. Exhausted and ready to collapse, he was taken to the emergency hideout, and fell into a deep sleep. When he awoke, he went to ask the eccentric researcher Purah about his new mission. They discussed his past and the four natural phenomenas to explore over a clear blue pitcher of ice fruit juice. “Careful Link! This juice has potent power,” Purah warned him, her large eyes blinking as she studied him, not unlike a specimen in a laboratory. Link, who had been living off of no sleep and raw meat, was delighted by the crisp and refreshing beverage as it glided down his throat and settled cool in his stomach. He gleefully chugged almost a gallon of juice before he remembered his manners. After drinking it, he felt a different aura around him, as if it had some kind of effect on him. Purah, observing his confusion over her round glasses, laughed and told him that he was protected from hot terrain. Link nodded in appreciation, realizing how much colder the his lower half was becoming. Purah clapped her hands. “Alright Link! I know that you just got back, but I need you to meet with the search party up by Hyrule Castle. They’ve been searching tirelessly for you.” Knowing his duty, Link nodded and stood up. As he rose, he felt a slight pressure in his bladder, and walked off to search for an outhouse. Behind him, Purah’s voice echoed across the field. “Link! Hyrule Castle is that way! It’s important that you find the search party as soon as possible.” Internally, Link groaned. It definitely would have been smarter to go before going on his mission. But Purah’s voice seemed insistent, and considering the state of the world right now, she was right: he didn’t have any time to lose. He turned and lightly ran towards the wooden arch marking the exit of Lookout Landing, with every impact of his foot on the ground ever so slightly jostling his bladder. Once out of view of the small village, Link slowed his pace to a less uncomfortable speed and started to look for a tree or some cover to let go. He found a small cluster of trees, and walked quickly toward it. After a week of being out in the wild, with few people around, his bladder was used to being able to pee anywhere, and it certainly was strained at the moment. He stepped in front of a tree with his hand on his belt, ready to loosen it, when the ground in front of him began to rumble. The tree in front of him suddenly ripped itself out of the ground and with its roots crawled to him. Link jumped back and fumbled for his ax. In his hesitation, the tree whipped its head back and hit him hard. He flew back and hit the floor, feeling his health diminish and a sharp pain below his stomach reminded him of his first unfinished mission. Ignoring his need and grabbing his weapon, he swung at the trunk over and over, until at last only an unmoving log of wood remained. He briefly considered peeing on the trunk as payback, but ultimately decided that that was too petty, even for him, and scanned the area for more hidden enemies. After his impromptu battle, his need had substantially grown, but he had lost some health, and needed to replenish it first. Link pulled out a potion of healing and after a second of hesitation swallowed the entire flask, whose contents seemed to go straight to his bladder. Finally in front of a real tree, he pulled himself out, ready to release himself. However, when he was undoing his belt, he noticed how cold and firm his skin was. Aiming himself at the tree, he just couldn’t go. In disbelief, he pushed his muscles harder, urging his sphincter to relax, but nothing seemed to come out. Apparently, his excess drinking of the ice fruit punch had overwhelmed his body. Link exhaled in disappointment and put himself back away. He’d have to wait until the effects wore off and his inner contents melted. Taking more careful steps now, Link walked towards Hyrule Castle to find the rescue team. The sooner he could get this over with, the sooner he could return to Purah and she could help reverse his condition. As he made his way towards the castle, he passed by a villager leaning up against a tall sign, clearly in need of support. Link was never one to ignore someone needing help, but he needed to get to the search team. He’d come back later and help. Coming over a hill, Link stopped and felt a sinking feeling. There was a bridge over a river in front of him, with a massive Hinox sleeping in the middle of it. He’d either have to fight the Hinox, or find another way to cross the river. Since he didn’t think he had enough weapons or health to fight the Hinox, he sighed and made his way down to the river. He could hold it. Even after sleeping for a hundred years with his stamina, health, and memories dwindled, he still had his determination. At the edge of the river, the rushing sound of water was not doing Link’s bladder any good, and he squeezed his legs together for a second before stepping into the river. The cold water shocked his entire system, and he inhaled sharply. Now that he was in the water, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, how just a day ago he’d let go in a river similar to this one, how wonderful and freeing it felt to stand and alleviate the pressure building inside him as his pee flowed into the water below. Now in his current state, that euphoric image was making it harder to focus. But somehow a small drop made its way out and into his pants. Surprised, Link tried to see if any more would come out, but none did. Even so, he was glad to see that his situation was temporary, and he would find relief soon. Swimming in the river, Link sorely wished he could release himself in the water, but pushed through. He safely made it across the river and arrived at the ruins. Entering through the cracked stone archways of a dead civilization, Link’s desperation had skyrocketed. His clothes were still wet, and they dripped as he walked, reminding him with every step of his growing need. After that single drop he had released, Link’s bladder had sorely complained, needing to let go but not having any means to do so. He started to get worried about the time. It had been about half an hour since that one drop, and after none had come. Link was never that great at math, but he realized how soon he’d needed to find the rescue team and get relief fast. Just as that thought crossed his mind, he spotted a uniform-clad figure in the distance, and strode towards them. A guard was standing there, and she looked surprised to see Link, especially with such an uncomfortable gait. Seeing the inquisitive look on his face, she explained that the captain of the rescue team, Hoz, was at the top of the tower in the castle. Though his face didn’t show it, Link was dismayed. The tower the guard gestured to was far, with a long curved ramp leading up to it. He groaned and painfully started to walk up the winding path, feeling the weight of his bladder with every step he took. When he got to the tower, he needed to climb the walls to get to the very top. Giving himself a small squeeze, he jumped up and started scaling the walls. As he jumped up the walls, his bladder screamed out at him, but he scrambled up and found Hoz waiting for him. As everyone else had, the captain jumped and remarked on his presence, and talked about the destruction and their mission. Link had heard this speech before. His focus faded, and he gripped himself as subtly as he could through his pants as Hoz rambled on about Hyrule and his team lost in the depths. Link absolutely could not take it anymore. His desperation was at a level he never thought he could experience, and his pain below his stomach was like no other, a sharp constant pain that demanded to be released immediately. He didn’t even notice a bright light during the conversation. Finally, Hoz stopped talking, and told Link to go report back to Lookout Landing.Thank god, Link thought. At last, he’d be able to get some help from Purah. He yanked out his Sheikah Slate, or he supposed now it was called a Purah Pad, and tapped the nearest shrine to Lookout Landing. He felt himself rise, and everything went black. Rematerializing near Lookout, his feet hit the ground with a jolt and he doubled over, hands wedged between his thighs. He hobbled like this up the stairs, taking one hand from his crotch to grab the railing, and flung open the door to reveal Purah reading over some papers. Her inquisitive eyes lit up when she saw him, and it was obvious what his dilema was. “Oh, poor Link! Must’ve been the ice fruit, I warned you!” She leaned over Link’s shorter stature, scanning his entire body, hunched over in desperation. “But oh, this is fascinating! I’ve never had someone ingest so much ice fruit before! May I?” She motioned towards his tunic, and Link nodded hurriedly. Purah’s hands reached under the fabric and lifted it, exposing Link’s bulging bladder. She brushed her fingers across his stomach. His muscles involuntarily twitched and he let out a soft moan. “Wow! It’s ice cold! I need to write this down, this could correlate with so many more experiments-“ she stopped when she saw Link’s expression of pain, and her gaze softened. “Right. Of course. I have just the thing to cure you!” She walked over to her table of plants and glowing liquids and began to prepare a solution. Link was obviously impatient, but he marveled at Purah’s skills as she deftly handled a series of potions with uncanny precision. She was a little quirky, but had a good heart. Link admired her passion; he trusted whatever she said to do. As she worked, Link crossed his legs and let out a soft whimper against his will. Purah clicked her tongue. “Ah ah ah Link! Be patient, I’m almost done,” she chided him. Sweat beaded on his face. As she turned around with a small flask, her expression changed and she lit up in a way Link did not like the look of. “Actually, I want to try something new.” Link’s face fell. He was so close to relief it brought tears to his eyes. Purah tried to placate him: “Please Link! It’ll only take a minute, and you’ll get relief so soon! It’s important for my research,” she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “I’ll make you a durian pie!” That was the final convincer, as Link’s main motivation was food. It must be important if she was willing to make such a rare dish. He stiffened, straightened up as much as he could, and nodded in agreement. Purah twirled in happiness. “Wonderful! Let’s go!” She grabbed Link’s arm and led him to the Skytower. Inside the Skytower, Link couldn’t help but marvel at how tall the structure was, but his need had become his highest priority. He turned to Purah, wanting to get whatever her twisted mind desired over with as soon as possible so he could release the pressure that had been building in him all day, from the near gallon of ice fruit juice and the health potion. “Okay! Here it comes!” Purah pressed some buttons on a device next to him, and suddenly four metal arms shot out from the floor, clamping each of his limbs and raising him about a foot off the ground, prying his hands from his crotch. He gasped and his eyes opened in alarm, looking at Purah with incredulity. She laughed again. “Don’t be afraid, it’s alright! This is so I can observe you properly.” She winked at him. “Oh, here’s your promised potion.” She raised a flask of orange liquid to Link’s mouth, and he gulped it down, the potion running down his neck as he swallowed. Immediately he felt a burning sensation travel down his throat and spread throughout his body, but more importantly he felt something loosen in his bladder. His muscles were back to working again! “Just a second, Link…” Purah hummed as she jotted down some notes, looking at his stomach. The potion had done its job reversing his situation, but it had done too well, and Link had begun to sweat again, panting from the heat and inability to hold his legs together, now that his bladder was working again. Carefully, Purah removed his tunic, revealing red patterns on his stomach from the potion. She gasped in awe and started to take some measurements, wrapping a soft ruler around his stomach, and again neglected to see the look in his eyes, pleading to be let go. “Oh I’m almost done, be good, won’t you?” Purah grabbed Link’s chin and tilted it up towards her, smiling at him with a mix of satisfaction and discovery, and he blushed under her intense gaze. She really seemed to be getting a kick out of his situation. All Link could do was nod and occasionally let out a small whimper as his legs clenched against his clamps, unable to press them together. He was now completely at her mercy. After what seemed like an eternity, Purah finished her fussing over Link. “Okay! Just one last thing…” She brought over a heavy ceramic pot, not unlike a chamber pot. “I need to collect some of your urine for my data,” she explained patiently, but he wasn’t listening. At this point Link didn’t care where his piss went, just as long as it went out of him. He jerked his head towards his belt, and Purah’s nimble fingers removed his belt and moved his pants out of the way. Now positioned over the pot, Link let himself go. Starting as a small, painful trickle, pushing his muscles quickly led to a jet gushing out of him. He moaned involuntarily as his pee rattled against the ceramic, a sound that quickly turned into a splashing sound as the pot began to fill up. And it was filling up fast. Almost too fast. Purah realized as soon as Link did that the pot she had brought, as large as it was, was not going to be big enough for the poor young man’s bladder. He looked at Purah in panic, and after hesitating, Purah came to her senses. “Yes, that should be more than enough for my studies! If you can stop yourself for a second, I’ll let you down, and you can finish going somewhere else, okay?” Link feverishly nodded and tried to make his bladder stop. At first, he kept going as usual, and his sphincter didn’t understand how he had to stop when he had already been going. Gritting his teeth, he was able to squeeze his muscles enough to slow his stream to a trickle with a grunt, and his bladder once again screamed at him to keep going. When he was only dripping into the almost overflowing pot, Purah pressed some buttons on her device, and the clamps slowly lowered Link to the ground. As soon as he was on the floor, his hands flew to his crotch. He savored the feeling of being able to hold himself, and even after all he had just let go, stopping in the middle had made him want to go even more! Still dripping with every step, he shoved his way out of the tower’s curtained door and stumbled towards a group of secluded bushes. With no one around and absolutely nothing stopping him, Link whipped himself out and relaxed to his heart’s content. He tilted his neck towards the sky in pure ecstasy, and squeezed his eyes shut as he fully released himself. His knees buckled, and he continued pissing a hearty storm, kneeling in the grass. His euphoria was immense, and the pleasure he felt immeasurable after releasing all that pressure. When he finished, he buckled himself up, stood, and went back to the underground emergency tent to rest. Tomorrow he would go help that villager with his sign. Tomorrow he would go to the depths to find his rescue team. Tomorrow he would save the world. Again.
  2. Beginning Note: As I previously mentioned, I was interested in making Panam and Judy stories (mainly due to them being top tier waifus), however I was having trouble because I was just getting into Cyberpunk. Before I write my real Cyberpunk 2077 saga, which will be even more ambitious and erotic than my Fahrenheit/Indigo Prophecy Saga, I wanted to create a little prologue to set it up so here goes. Warning: Lesbian subtext, real lesbian sex, and manipulaive sadomasochism. Last tag might be triggering so be cautious for anyone who’s had a sexually controlling/manipulative ex. Panam Palmer: Desperation, Humiliation, Urination Panam Palmer was currently getting hammered. Why? She had just gotten off an argument with Rogue, the older woman was a conniving and clever sly bitch the nomad begrudgingly admitted. Still, Panam prided herself on being a tough woman who almost never lost, and having just lost that argument resulted in that pride being shattered. Good rum and a drunken stupor would fix all those problems so she set out to do just that. This rather rash act would ultimately have consequences that set off an entire chain of events, however the good definitely outweighed the bad so it was worth it in her eyes. Currently however, the nomad didn’t know all of that, just that she was trying to enjoy a good time and some bozo was walking up to her. “Hey there, Chica, having a good time?” the stranger questioned. He was large and muscular, with a good natured smile. Unfortunately he appeared to have intentions of hitting on her and it was getting rather tiring. She knew it was inevitable, considering she was quite beautiful. Her body was tan, slightly muscular, and had an hourglass figure, in addition she was tough as nails, making her quite desirable. However she wasn’t interested in any romantic relationships at the moment and while casual sex would have been an option for other people, Panam was a demisexual, meaning she was only romantically and sexually attracted to friends she was close with, something that the regulars knew quite well since she publicly announced it. “Yeah until you ruined it.” Panam bluntly told him, hoping it would drive him off. It didn’t matter though because someone else came to save the day. “Move Jackie, you’re annoying her.” a raspy voice ordered as a slimmer and younger man entered, pushing him aside. Just like her, he stood out because he was almost kind of basic. Handsome and well dressed? Sure, but lacking any of the crazy fashion eccentricities that decorated the citizens of Night City. “You got it boss.” Jackie grinned and winked as he left the two. “Friend of yours?” Panam questioned in exasperation as she gestured for him to sit next to her. She admired his clean cut appearance, complete with black leather jacket and ripped jeans, which complimented her own. However, her jacket had the symbol of her nomad clan embroidered on the back while his was plain. “Yeah, but he’s a good guy, I swear. Annoying as all hell, sure. Don’t worry, he wasn’t going to hit on you.” “Really.” Panam dryly noted. “He’s been out of a serious relationship. Anything he would have tried, he’d shut it down himself rather quickly. He’s trying to get over it, but I don’t think he can.” the man continued. “Well, I’m still annoyed but he has my sympathies. My friend downstairs is going through something similar.” “Judie?” Panam whipped her head up. She inwardly winced, her head started to shake from the sudden movement and even worse, all the rum was settling in her bladder and threatening to spill out. “You know her?” “Well, my friend does.” “He hit on her too?” “Oh, you got it twisted. Jackie didn’t. Actually Evelyn told us to go hang out by ourselves while Valerie and Judy take care of business themselves.” Panam liked the gentleman so far and wanted to continue their conversation, however she needed to wrap it up or she’d wet herself in front of the entire bar, a nightmare she refused to live through. “Right, so Jackie’s your guy friend, Valerie’s your gal pal, and your name is?” “Ah shit, I didn’t even introduce myself, sorry.” For a cool looking guy, her conversation partner seemed to get startled easily. Made sense considering he looked like he was in his early twenties. “I’m Vincent, or V.” “Ah, the Street Kid, huh? Pretty impressive career for a young one. Still, isn’t it past your curfew?” she teased. “Nice one.” V dryly complimented. She stood up and almost tripped, however he caught her like a gentleman. “Thanks.” she breathlessly expressed as she tried to contain herself. “Uh oh, I gotta get going. Jackie’s calling over for me.” ‘Thank God!’ Panam thanked internally, grateful she had a chance to break away. “Alright then, here’s my number.” she explained as she wrote it down and handed it to him. The two bid farewell and she stiffly walked, trying her best not to panic. Unfortunately for her, the line to the bathroom was long and just thinking about it made her bladder ache even more. She quickly texted Judy for help. While waiting she impatiently tapped her foot, growing more desperate by the minute as her desire to release the pent up liquid increased tenfold. “Sup Choomba, you needed me for something?” a familiar and beautiful Spanish accent greeted. “Fuck!” Panam yelled and jumped at the interruption. To her mortification, the announcement had caused her to spurt some urine. The crotch of her jeans felt damp and had spread to her inner thighs, but thankfully stopped there. “Uh Panam, you alright? I thought you needed me for-oh…” Judy trailed off as she took notice of the baseball sized wet patch that had gathered at Panam’s crotch, which she covered with her hands while grimacing at the feeling of clutching her urine soaked jeans. “I’m so sorry Panam, I’ll get you cleaned up.” “Thanks but that's just the beginning, there’s still more!” “Really? Shit, how much more?” “Niagara Falls.” “Just my night.” Judy groaned. “Alright, follow me and stay close behind so no-one else can see.” Thanks. Can we move slower though? If I move too fast I’m gonna piss myself.” “Haven't you already?” Judy replied with a teasing grin as the two carefully trekked to her Brain Dance basement. “Just help me out here dammit!” “I am, I am! I promise.” They eventually arrived, with the flight down the stairs having made Panam leak even more although Judy had the good grace not to say anything. They weren’t alone however, Evelyn and some other woman were there as well conversing about something. “Evelyn, Valerie, get out. We gotta take care of something.” ‘Valerie? Is that V’s other friend? Two Vs, why does that sound familiar?’ Panam didn’t have time to think about it as her bladder and genitals ached to release the rest of her pent up liquid. Valerie left without complaint while Evelyn winked at the two as she strode out. “I’m gonna get my basin, you just hold it in and take your stuff off?” Panam shrugged her jacket off and carefully placed it on the ground while Judy hurriedly grabbed a large plastic basin which already had a considerable amount of liquid in it. Panam wanted to comment on it, however it was the last thing on her mind compared to her desperation. “What the hell, you’re still dressed!” “I can't move anymore, it’s gotten that bad. You’re just gonna have to do it.” the nomad explained with tears in her eyes, both at the delicious pain and at the humiliation of not already having wet her pants but also about to do the same again at a much greater extreme if her friend didn’t help her. “But I’m-” “Judy I don’t care that you’re a lesbian and you’ll enjoy undressing me, I’m giving you permission so just help me out!” Judy nodded in understanding as she carefully unzipped the nomad’s jeans and tugged them down. Panam lifted her leg so Judy could remove her boot and pant leg, then did the same for her other leg. Now Panam’s pants and boots were off, but she still had on her green jumpsuit and underwear. “You still wear panties underneath your jumpsuit? Now you can’t pull them to the side.” Judy admonished as she pulled the straps off Panam’s shoulder so she could pull them down as well, revealing the tan woman’s black bra and hard abs. Unfortunately when Panam lifted her leg again it caused her bladder to stretch to a painful extent squeezing more urine out of her tired bladder. “Fuck it, get back Judy!” “Panam wait!” her friend protested. Oh, but she had and she was tired of waiting. The nomad instead gave in to the desire and moaned as she voided her bladder. Judy wanted to look away, however she was overcome with desire and stared as Panam sighed while rivers of urine soaked her panties and poured down her legs. Eventually she finished and sheepishly looked at her tattooed friend. “Sorry you had to see that. Bet your attraction to me must be fried.” Judie blushed and looked down. “That’s what I was trying to warn you about, Choomba. I loved what I just saw, your wet jeans already turned me on but seeing you piss yourself in your underwear was too much. If only you had been naked.” “Wait, seriously? You liked it?” Judy glared. “I know it sounds weird as fuck but don’t judge. Urination is sexy to me, both the feeling and watching someone else do it.” “No, I-I understand a little.” Panam quickly explained. “I always wondered why I liked testing the limits of my iron bladder and learning different positions, now I know. Still, during sex? Seems kinda messy.” “It is.” Judy bluntly answered. “How did you even discover it? I have to piss standing up all the time and hold it in since I do a lot of road travel in the desert, but you don’t have to worry about it at all.” the nomad questioned in disbelief. “If you can believe it, Maiko was responsible for that discovery.” “Shit Judy, I didn’t mean to-” “Don’t worry about it, choomba. Take your panties off and clean yourself up as best you can while I empty the bin and get you clean clothes. Your unitard and jeans also got soaked as well. I’ll clean them up and you can pick them up tomorrow.” “That’s sweet Judie, but don’t let me trouble you. I should clean up my own accident.” “Maybe, but what I saw was hot as fuck, I’m going to masturbate to that for ages.” Panam chuckled as she peeled off her wet panties, exposing her thick bush. “Only if you can tell me a similar story so I get my own fantasy.” Judy grinned. “Deal. You’re gonna love this one.” she agreed as she left to take care of business while Panam wiped her thick black bush and brown fat cunt lips free of any excess urine. Eventually Judy returned with a black thong, skinny jeans and a white crop top which Panam accepted gratefully, enjoying the relief of wearing clean clothes. Judy Alvarez x Maiko: Wet Ink, Wet Genitals Judy Alvarez was a beautiful Hispanic woman. She may not have been the most sought after due to lacking Panam’s curvaceous and muscular body, as well as having unconventional physical features such as her numerous tattoos or green and pink hair cut in a bob with the left side shaved. However only a fool would deny arousal at Judy’s slim yet athletic build, with petite breasts, lean muscles, faintly hard abs, and an admittedly curvy ass. Even better, her face was adorable, with round doe eyes and pouty lips. Make no mistake, despite appearing soft Judy was tough as rusted nails and could be just as sharp if her temper was tested. Many men found out the hard way when she politely turned them down, only for them to keep trying. What part of she was a lesbian was hard to understand? Even then, women could be just as frustrating with their own complaints. Only one proved to be a worthy lover, and she was currently proving it. “You like this?” Maiko Maeda questioned sensually, she was a Japanese woman with sharp eyes, full lips coated in cobalt, and a similarly slim yet hard body. Both were naked and in bed, engaged in rigorous sex. Judy had originally meant to just talk to her, which was stupid because who visited a doll for anything other than sex? However it was still an important topic, however it needed to be put on hold. Maiko had serviced a customer who had been completely unsatisfactory and needed to release her frustrations out, which Judy had been all too happy to oblige. However, Maiko was being even more rough than usual, pressing her hand down against her chest to the point of discomfort, and now they were tribbing at a pace too fast to be comfortable. Still, Judy loved Maiko too much to resist, and just wanted to service her to the best of her abilities. “Fuck, it’s too much!” Judy cried. “Slow down baby.” “Can’t…” Maiko replied restlessly, even speeding up her thrusts as she rode her lover. The Mox cringed as her labia and clit grew sore from the overstimulation, however she couldn’t deny the painful pleasure. With a wicked grin Maiko roughly ground her knee into Judy’s crotch, causing the tech girl to scream in pleasure.. Maiko gently kissed her full lips to restore some energy to the tattooed girl as they lay together in bed. “You did so well. You were such a good girl.” Maiko complimented as she tenderly stroked Judy’s thigh, her thin fingers lingering near her sweet spot. Unfortunately, the Mox was none too pleased. “Maiko, you can’t do that.” “Do what? Fuck you into orgasmic bliss? Don’t act like you didn’t like it, especially after all the more…experimental activities we engaged in.” the doll slyly replied as she pinched Judy’s clit, causing her to hiss. “See, even after totally being spent you still want more. Well I’ll be more than happy to oblige since you were such a splendid lover, my dear Judy.” Judy tried to pull her hand away but Maiko slipped one inside her snatch and curled it with a smirk. “Maiko stop it, I came for something important, remember?” the techie tried to dissuade, however the quivering of her voice made it clear she was already giving in. “Oh, right. Still, we can multitask. After all, it’s not fair I got to have all the fun.” “What do you mean, I loved it, despite you not listening.” Judy protested as she squirmed, having trouble deciding if she was trying to get Maiko to remove her fingers or responding to her movements. After a particularly pleasurable curl she decided to go for the latter, lifting her hips up and clamping her lower lips harder around the doll’s digits. “See, I knew you needed to be satisfied. I knew because you didn’t squirt. You're a wet lover, your cunt produces waterfalls when properly pleased.” “Thanks Maiko, that makes me sound like a slut.” the techie replied sarcastically. “Not at all, I love seeing your cunt in action. Female ejaculation is a sign of true pleasure, something only women seem to really know how to achieve.” Maiko explained, still annoyed at how pathetic all the male customers were. Still, her girlfriend made up for all those chumps. “Anyway, tell me your problem.” “Al-alright. Well, I wanted to get some more tattoos.” “That’s it?” Maiko buntly questioned, unimpressed and even annoyed, thinking her lover was making extra drama over something so trivial. “On my more private parts…” Judy confirmed, her voice quivering as Maiko continued to pump and curl her digits. “Ah, I see. Keep going.” the doll replied with a wolfish grin. “Well, I can’t trust a random to do it, I don’t want some idiots to mess up the ink cuz they’re too busy drooling over my body. I was thinking of Evelyn or Panam since they’re my best friends and I trust them, however that would be-ah-awkward.” the techie continued as she had fully given in to her desires. “Do you think-oh fuck yes…you know anyone here?” “Oh Judy, don’t be coy. You want me to do it?” Maiko accused seductively as she flipped over to lay on her stomach, her hot breath tickling her lover’s genitals. “You know how to ink?” “Yes, quite enough. I’ll be happy to tattoo your naked body. Give me the details.” “Alright, um, two seahorses on my back.” Judy began to list off, feeling Maiko grasp her thin shoulders. “Here?” “No, lower back, there. And, underneath my right breast I want ‘I refuse to submit’ in cursive, and a red spider web on my left breast.” “You mean these fine tits?” her girlfriend questioned as she grasped said mounds, delicately tracing the petite curves and pinching the puckered pink nipple and areolas. “Yeah, that’s it.” Judy confirmed. “On the left side of my abdomen I want a shark with a turret, and underneath it the quote ‘We all come from the sea’.” she continued, Maiko feeling that area as well. “Then on my outer right thigh I want an owl clutching a pistol and above it the quote ‘Selfmade’. Then on my left thigh tattoo a wedding garter all around-fuck me!” Judy whimpered as her lover lay delicate kisses on her inner thigh. “You want me to tattoo that last bit?” Maiko chuckled. “Fuck you…” Judy whimpered unconvincingly. “You already did. Well actually, I fucked you but you were marvelous as always, dear. Is that all?” “No, one last place. On my…pubic mound I want a little kitty skull and two paw prints.” “I wouldn’t really call it a pubic mound, more like a Brazilian mound, not that I’m complaining. You sure you don’t want the pussy tat on your actual pussy?” Maiko questioned with a grin as she continued to rub Judy’s genitals, only to receive a glare in return. “You’re so cute Judy. Alright, I’ll do it.” “Really?! What’s the catch?” “None, I got time off for tomorrow.” Judy was extremely excited, yet also suspicious. Maiko didn’t seem like the person who would be willing to do such a complex task for a long amount of time, even with nudity involved. The seductive glint in her eyes bordered on sadism, which only heightened the techie’s doubts. Still, she was also too excited and intrigued to care, and her suspicions were completely forgotten when Maiko bit at her clit. “SHIT!” “No catch dear. Just be ready and do what I say tomorrow.” “YES! THANK YOU!” Judy shrieked at the pleasure and grinded her crotch into Maiko’s face as she feasted on her labia. Soon she reached nirvana and cried as she squirted, Maiko greedily slurping the sweet liquid and it poured down her throat. Afterwards she sat up and went to the bathroom to grab some tissues, using one to dab at her lover’s tears and then wipe up any excess fluid. Noticing Judy was beginning to doze off, Maiko snapped her fingers repeatedly until the techie lazily blinked. “More? C’mon Maiko, I just want to sleep.” “Then go take a piss, unless you want to wet the bed again.” “Jesus Christ Maiko, why the hell would you bring that up?!” Judy snapped, blushing at the memory and pulling the covers up over her body. “I’ll stop mentioning how often you piss yourself when you actually earn it. Until then you’ll continue to be the Prissy Pissy Princess.” “Don’t call me that.” Judy whispered, insulted. “But you are, how many times have I had to wipe you down after you wet your panties in public? How many times have I had to do laundry in the middle of the night because our bed sheets were soaked with your urine?” she listed off, enjoying her girlfriend’s growing shame. Maiko had relentlessly teased her in a similar manner a couple months ago when the Mox had indeed wet the bed after they both passed out from a night of successful lovemaking. She had expected to be yelled at and maybe even dumped for such ungraceful behavior, however Maiko was uncharacteristically comforting, wiping her genitals just like when they had sex and even cleaning up her mess. That wasn’t the only accident, due to Judy’s small bladder, constant work schedule, disgust of public restrooms, and a desire to test her holding limits, she constantly wet herself in public and private. Thankfully, Maiko caught on pretty quick and would bring wet wipes and spare underwear whenever they went out together, along with being able to hide her lover’s condition from any wandering eyes. In addition, she memorized her girlfriend’s signs of desperation and taught her girlfriend how to do kegels and urinate standing up to reduce the number of public accidents. While Maiko had been pretty understanding in all cases, lately she would bring up Judy’s accidents in a manner that seemed like teasing, but seemed to hide other intentions. Thankfully it wasn’t contempt or bullying judging by how she never ceased to be comforting or affectionate, however it was something major Judy couldn’t pick up on. Case in point, Maiko yanked the covers off her lover and wrestled for dominance, trying to pick her up and haul Judy out of bed, while Judy struggled to get away from grasping hands. In the end, Maiko won by mounting her and tickling her lover’s abdomen. Judy’s eyes bulged in horror as she felt hands press on her bladder and she cringed when some urine trickled out. It wasn’t a whole lot, however if Maiko saw or felt it then she surely would have figured it out. Sure enough, she saw her lover’s eyes widen and she gently patted the techie’s genitals. Judy cringed in shame at the feeling of her lover recognizing she just urinated, and could only pray the awkwardness would die down soon enough and they could put it behind them. “What’s this, Judy dear?” Maiko questioned as she waved and displayed her fingers dripping with urine. “It can’t be your arousal fluid, it’s not nearly sticky or viscous enough, not to mention the damp spot beneath your crotch is too big, even for your slutty ass. It can’t be your squirt either, I drank every last drop of it. I wonder if this tastes the same though…” she trailed off as she licked her fingers seductively. Judy stared in awe, forgetting what they were doing was taboo and just fascinated that Maiko was either very brave, very curious, or very aroused. “It’s certainly similar, at least you drink a lot of water. Still, I wonder what this mystery liquid could be.” “I have no idea, but on an unrelated note I think I’ll hit the can.” Judy distactedly replied as she hurried to the bathroom, locking the door. Maiko pouted that she couldn't see the show, yet still satisfied at hearing the resonating sound of a continuous splash that could only be her lover’s urine stream hitting the toilet water. ‘Judy dear, I had no idea. We really do go hand in hand. All this time I thought you were just accident prone, when in reality you’re a practitioner of omorashi. There’s only one thing left I need in order to confirm it, tomorrow’s going to be even more arousing than I thought. Good luck Judy, you’re going to love what I have in store.’ Soon a flush was heard, along with the faucet. Eventually her girlfriend re-emerged and the two joined each other in the covers, sleeping away the exhaustion of another night well spent. The next day Judy and Maiko arrived in the braindance basement. Maiko was wearing her usual dress, however Judy was clad in a blue and white checkered dress shirt and blue sport shorts (or as Maiko so appropriately nicknamed: Judy Booty shorts). Maiko had told her Mox girlfriend that she needed loose clothing to avoid rubbing on the tattoo ink which seemed appropriate enough, however Judy could tell Maiko also just loved seeing her scandalously clad, ignoring the fact that the braindance techie wore a crop top on the daily, not to mention the rigorous sex they engaged in. To her further confusion, Maiko had insisted that Judy had drunk a lot of water and coffee, saying it would keep her simulated for the tattooing process. She didn’t even understand the logic behind that one, but nonetheless followed through, patting her bladder to soothe the dull yet present urge to urinate. Maiko turned around with a grin. “Alright dear, let’s begin. I’ll get the tattoo gun ready, you undress and lie down on the chair belly first so we can get your back started. I have the designs right here.” “Thank you.” Judy murmured as she unbuttoned her dress shirt and shrugged off her shorts. Now she was completely nude, as she had forgone underwear to avoid having them rub off her wet tattoos. She lay down and sighed as her breasts squished against the table, thankful she was petite. Panam’s heaving set would undoubtedly be uncomfortably mashed were she in the same position. The mox whimpered as her lover brushed cold alcohol wipes against her lean back muscles. “Sorry dear, I know.” Maiko replied as she kissed the other girl’s cheek. Soon after that was the familiar whir of the tattoo gun and the accompanying sting burning into her back muscles, causing Judy to grit her teeth. Still, it wasn’t too painful and only took a couple of minutes. ‘Two seahorses stretched across my back done in two minutes? This won’t be so bad after all.’ Suddenly she cried at the sudden entry of Maiko’s fingers entering her labia lips. “Fuck, seriously Maiko?!” “Sorry Judy! It’s just so tempting, seeing your tush on display. Speaking of…” her lover trailed off as she squeezed Judy’s ass cheeks. “I’ll never get tired of doing this.” “I-I appreciate how good you’re making me but this isn’t the time for this.” “We need to wait for your back tats to dry so you can lie down comfortably. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time.” “Fine, but nothing more.” “Of course.” Maiko replied. Judy was facing the other way in her position so she couldn’t see the devilish smirk on her lover’s face. After some time had passed Maiko instructed Judy to lie on her back and spread her legs while she set up the chair into gynecological position. She did so, yet was shocked as she felt her wrists and ankles get bound to the chair’s armrests and stirrups. “Maiko what the fuck?!” “Judy, you’re going to be tattooed in very sensitive places, this is for the best. Can’t have you jumping out and ruin inking your body.” “Something tells me this isn’t protocol.” the mox snarked. “Maybe, but this is certainly more fun.” “Fine, just continue.” Maiko obliged, first drawing ink patterns on wet paper and applying them to Judy’s parts and winking whenever her partner uddered a shudder of delight at the contact. Once done, she removed them and snapped a photo of the bound and naked Mox decorated with purple ink on her sensitive areas. Once done, Maiko went to work, first etching burning ink onto Judy’s left breast. She hissed as the tattoo gun made its mark and stung a cobweb design onto her breast, expanding across the entirety of her mound. The left one felt similar punishment as “I refuse to submit” was tattooed on the underside. Maiko lovingly blew air to cool her lover off and felt pleased as she noticed both of Judy’s nipples harden in arousal. Next she etched the shark design, her sadistic pleasure growing as Judy cried at the feeling of a large mass of ink etch itself on the left side of her abdomen. Once again, Maiko waited for the Mox to recover, satisfied that this most recent tattoo tested her bladder. She then moved on to Judy’s legs, first applying the owl design to the right thigh. That one wasn’t too difficult, however the real challenge (well, challenge for Judy, for Maiko it was a treat) was applying the wedding garter all around Judy’s left thigh. To her credit, the techie pushed through like a trooper, mewling in pain and pleasure the whole time. Maiko smiled and lovingly kissed Judy to revive her. “This is it, love. You’ve been such a good girl. Think you can handle the finishing touch?” “Yeah, but…fuck…I have to piss so bad.” “It’s going to be alright Judy, just trust me on this one.” Under different circumstances Judy would’ve felt a shiver of fear at the sadism in Maiko’s eyes and immediately requested to be let go, however due to her impatience to finish her tattoos and void her bladder she nodded and braced herself. Maiko took deep breaths to prepare herself. This would finally help awaken Judy’s desires and unlock a whole new world for her. Then with hardened determination, she immediately tattooed the kitty skull and paws on Judy’s bare crotch. “MAIKO!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUCK!!!” Judy shrieked with pain and pleasure, the sting caused her labia to pulse and she involuntary let out one final primal scream of agony and desire as she released, a large wet geyser sprayed out of her pussy and she gripped the hand rests while gyrating with torturous delight, causing her jet of piss to spray around even more. Maiko gladly drank what she could, however the sheer volume soaked her, the bed pan, and the floor. Soon it died down to spurts and dribbles, accompanied by Judy gasping at the unknown feeling of a masochistic uphoria washing over her entire body. ‘That…that bitch! I trusted her and she used me to get her sick kicks! Fuck…she made me orgasm through pain and pissing, how is that even possible?’ she internally wondered. After some time passed, Maiko got a towel to wash both of them up, lovingly attending Judy’s wet genitals and thighs. “There you go babe, hope you enjoyed it. This was all for you.” Maiko cooed. Judy patiently waited as Maiko continued to wipe her, then apply the tattoo paper to cover her tats. She even let herself get helped out of chair and wobbly avoided the puddle that had leaked onto the floor. Then she stormed off to collect her clothes. “Hey, wait up. Not even a thank you? Come on Judy, I gave you free tats and rocked your world! I introduced you to omorashi, since you couldn’t bring yourself to.” Without a second thought, Judy forgot all about getting dressed and marched right up to Maiko, deeply kissing her. “Woah, now that’s more like-FUUCK!” she shrieked right back as Judy slammed her knee right up Maiko’s genitals. “You see?! That’s what that felt like! That’s what it feels like everytime we have sex and you use my body beyond its limits, even when I beg you to slow down!” Judy yelled, pouring all the hurt as she yanked her shirt and shorts back on. “Judy, wait…” Maiko gasped. “You’re cleaning that mess up yourself. Then get the fuck out of my home.” the techie bluntly demanded as she stormed off. With luck, she could find Evelyn or Panam to comfort her, otherwise she’d have no choice but to either drink herself into a stupor or go back to Maiko. Thankfully she met Evelyn and tearfully admitted the bare minimum, thankful that Evelyn offered nothing but love, support and comfort. She was a true choomba, through and through. “So that’s what happened…Judy I’m so sorry.” Panam replied with sadness. “When I get my hands on that cunt-” “Don’t. Panam, you have no idea how happy those words make me, but I’ve moved on. Hurting Maiko would only bring back more damage and drama, not to mention it’d hurt me too. I still love her, even if she was a crazy bitch. Not to mention, in her own twisted way, she was trying to and did help me. “Judy…” “Panam listen. I’m not forgiving her or pretending what she didn’t do was borderline predatory, because it was. Still, I already got payback and moved on, and like I said there’s always going to be some residual feelings. I’m happy with where I’m at now, and as a true choomba you’ll accept that. Please?” “Alright, I will.” “Thanks, for that and just listening to me. I suppose I owe you an apology, since I had already moved on and viewed the experience in a more pleasurable light I forgot it might disturb you.” “No Judy, I should be thanking you for even opening up.” “It’s alright. Let’s just hope amor will be more forgiving in the future.” Both women giggled, not knowing how right they would be as they would soon be joined by two legends who went by the name V. Ending Note: So, good news: I made the first Ada Wong, Indigo Prophecy, and Cyberpunk 2077 stories on this site (at least that I’m aware of), I’m on a roll! Bad news, you know how long it took for this to come out? Imagine the wait time for a whole story with multiple chapters, because that’s probably going to be how long it’ll take for it to be released. On the bright side, I have other projects which will be released in between to make up for it. Anyways really hope you enjoyed this one, I sure did despite the dark ending. Don’t worry, in the proper story Vincent and Valerie will be nothing but loyal lovers to both of this story’s heroines.
  3. ***this is a story of a hottie who has to pee at her job, but multiple intersections of misery block her from release, and other beauties as well. Soon, they’re in line. All of this is the fault as well of a devilish perv. I posted this story before and took it down since people thought it was mean....but it’s FICTIONAL. Not real in any way shape or form. The perv in the story making them desperate is just some dummy who no one should be like. But it just fiction. If you don’t want to read this cause you feel it portrays omorashi lovers poorly that’s fine. I don’t care if anyone reads it. But I wrote it. Thanks you Sarah was a gorgeous girl. She worked the checkout line at the super mart that whole summer afternoon. Forced to wear the uncomfortable uniform of a tight blue shirt which showed off her strong body snd strong abdomen, she also wore dark sneakers and tight blue jeans that stretched across her rock hard ass. She downed her third bottle of water after she finished checking out the customer in her line. “Here’s your change. Have a nice day.” She said. She then placed a hand on her belly as she felt a kick inside. Then another. A growing pressure which made her legs squeeze and and bite her lip. Her long string legs crossed with one of her feet tipped on the toes. Sarah had to pee. She turned off her light. Just as she was about to head to the restroom all the way in the back of the store, her supervisor Kira stopped her. “Hey Sarah where you going? Your break isn’t for another ten minutes.” Sarah frowned as her shyness kicked in. She wasn’t someone who like admitting her natural needs to others, and decided just to turn her light back on, in spite of the mass discomfort in her abdomen. It started to pulse like spikes stabbing. “Sorry,” Sarah said. “My bad I um...ten minute right.” And show she went back to work, ringing customers out, having to lift heavy items to scan for elderly customers. All of which added pressure on her dire need. She was very uncomfortable by the time ten minutes were up, and Kira came to tell her to head on break. By then, as Sarah turned off her light and logged out of her register, her legs were tight together causing creases in the jeans, and they squirmed against each other. She walked fast with her arms Tight against her sides and fists made headed for the bathroom. “Oh, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go,” she whispered to herself, feeling the urge only worsen as she got closer to her destination for release. Just as she got around the corner, she froze at the sight of the closed for cleaning sign. Outside the women’s room was also Yalinda. A tan woman, in her forties but still had a very hot body. She was thinner but her uniform looks nice snd tight around her body, especially the ass. Instead of jeans though she wore tan light khakis and had her legs crossed as she bounced while leaning against the wall next to the women’s room. Sarah’s knees turned inwards as she tended up. “Have...have you been waiting a while? Is she almost done in there!” Sweat started to form in her head. “I just got here and he told me he just started cleaning a minute ago. I begged him to let me in, I’m dying too. But he’s behind schedule apparently.” That’s when Sarah looked at the men’s room. No sign. She saw Yalinda wasn’t looking and decided to sneak in. As soon as she reached past the sinks, even with an open stall snd beautiful toilet in view, one of her coworkers, the short snd stubby Bobby was washing his face . He noticed Sarah (who he has always been attarscted to). “Oh, Sarah,” he said stunned, but still growing between his legs. His boner popped out seeing her in those jeans in no time. Man, how he would love for her to climb all over him one day. To even keep her clothes on in that tight uniform and just rub against him until his dick blew off its lid and cummed in his underwear. So worth it. “Um...I think,” Sarah, turning red as she hoped the bathroom would be empty, stood still with her legs open a bit. It took everything inside of her to hold on her bursting bladder as she didn’t even want Bobby to know she needed to go. He was a nice guy but still, embarrassing. “Oh, um, I actually just needed....needed...to wash my hands!” Boy that was a mistake . Worst cover ever. As the water hit her hands she squealed snd Bobby noticed. One of her legs kicked back uncontrolled snd she forced it back down. Bobby however knew what was finally going on. An evil smile stretched across his face that he quickly had to wipe off as she Sarah dried her hands and mumbled about her hands being dirty from scanning at the register . No way. This chick had to pee. Bobby was so rock hard knowing she was despite his heart raced as blood pumped into his stiff stone tall dick. “Sorry for the bother,” Sarah said drying off. “I’m just gonna,” But that’s when Bobby jumped in front of the door for her to exit, and blocked her, keeping her trapped in a room making her urgency ten fold worse, feeling like she would burst. Still she kept it together, feeling so much agony and pain inside . “Oh hey glad I caught you actually,” Bobby said. They actually wanted to ask if you could maybe, I mean....like...if you had time,” he purposely stalled the poor girl who tended every muscle to hold it in and seem normal. Her hips started to wave though. “Help me pull out some milk onto the sales floor?” Sarah was confused . She was simply a cashier. This wasn’t her job. “Umm...I mean, I don’t think I have time actually-“ With that, Bobby waved in front of the automatic sinks and set them off. Oh poor poor Sarah. Her eyes widened in terror and bones shook as she watched the sinks pour down the drain, making her think of the liquid inside her that was banging to get out. Her legs tightened together and Bobby could see the little squirms she was trying to avoid . Yalinda who was outside the door still waiting for the women’s room heard the sinks as well, and given her slightly older bladder of the attractive woman, she placed hands deep in her pockets and and stood up straight gasping for relief. Behind her, Shawna, one of the store managers was also waiting. Shawna was 29, older than Sarah by a little but younger than Yalinda. An average height tan woman with long black hair and a body that stood out well in her tight light blue sweater, brown pants, and black flats. Shawna had her arms crossed on her chest stretched over her boobs which hardened from the intensity of the situation. She bounced in place feeling embarrassed as some customers giggled watching her and Yalinda desperate . “I’ll actually see if I can help you out let...let m-m-me just ask the supervisor up front.” Sarah lied, just to avoid more agony. But to her torture she saw that she was now at starring at the end of a small line to the women’s room. Luckily, there four toilets, so getting in should be no issue. “Oh god oh god,” said Jordan, a girl around Sarah age with brown tied up hair and glasses. She was shorter and average height and body. Very thin, but she worked outside loading and got to west Jean shorts which showed off her shiny calf’s. She squirmed to the end of the line and Sarah bit her lip seeing she was now number four to get in. That’s when Bart, the janitor came out of the bathroom. “Sorry ladies. I called the plumber. System back up in there so it a hazard.” All four woman of retail jaws dropped in horror. Their legs twisted and feet slowly started to shift on the floor. Yalinda felt bloated as all hell like she was ready to explode. Shawna started to sweat and bite her lips feeling herself really wanting to leak, but with all her might she held it in! Jordan’s eyes were wide and pupils dilated, completely terrified and in pain. She was in utter distress, almost as much as Sarah. Jordan worked outside and had gushed down a huge water bottle she brought to work. Along with watch the people in the garden area water plants it had made her feel huge spasms in her abdomen. Her hands were in her crotch deep as her legs squires, knees rolling over each other . Her anxiety was on the rise and she was breathing heavy, feeling a painful stab through her back and bladders front that almost made her faint. She tugged her neck up and down to shake it off. “Um,” Sarah said, her legs wobbling together tight. “How....how much longer do you think that’ll be?” “Not sure,” said Bart. “Hour at least. There is the handicap restroom down the hall though.” Bobby however was already ten steps ahead of the attractive ladies . He got behind the corner while they were still starring in agony at the women’s room. As soon as he heard it was out of order, he knew he has to capitalize on their suffering. It was just sooooooooo hot! As Bart went to start cleaning the men’s room after locking the women’s, Bobby went and pushed the lock on the inside of the one person handicap bathroom. He slammed the door shut and checked. Locked. Just then, a fifth associate, Tori, a short girl with dark hair in tight light khakis came around the corner speeding past the other four who then chased her to the handicap. Bobby wasn’t sure where to hide, so he went in the only other door...the mothers room, made for women to go breastfeed their kids. He went in and closed the door up to a crack. No one came in a store to breastfeed anyways. Tori reached the door but wrestled with the locked handle. It just wouldn’t budge. “No no no no no!” She shrieked as everyone else lined in back of her. All five ladies desperate to not have an accident and be humiliated at their jobs. “Please please, as you almost done?” But it was no use. Behind her was Shawna, then Yalinda, then Sarah, then Jordan, all squirming in agony. Bobby watched, his dick so rock hard he couldn’t believe it. If he whacked it against the wall it probably leave a crack. “Oh no,” Tori said bouncing and sweating. “No no NOOOOOOOO!” And abstain started to form in the back of her pants growing wider and wider, her khakis completely darkening and little leaks flowing out of the ends of her legs. Tori bent over to try and stem the flow but it was no use. “Oh my god!” She ran away in embarrassment, leaving a light pee trail that tortured the other women. “Oh godddddd!” Jordan said in so much pain. Crying with her hands rubbing her pussy so hard she almost had an organs and released in her Jean shorts. Her legs kept crosssing over by the knees. As she squirmed back and forth her ass rubbed against Sarah’s. That really set off fireworks in Bobby’s pants, as he slowly and gently stroke his dick to avoid an early orgasm, seeing those two hotties desperate and rubbing their asses on each other made him go crazy. Both girls faced in the opposite direction from each other, knees bent, Sarah with her hands on her legs sweating and bouncing, Jordan with her hands in her crotch and legs crossed, asses rubbing. Shawna slowly knocked on the door as her strength was diminishing. Meanwhile, Yalinda was holding her legs together, thighs tight, and pushing on her crotch . “Ex...excuse me,” the manager said. “Are you almost done? There’s kind of a line out here?” “Will manager Shawna please report to the front desk for customer assistance?” The intercom said. Shawnas eyes couldn’t blink as she couldn’t believe her luck. There was no way she was going to leave this line. She wouldn’t make it soon. She bent over and was at a ninety degree angle as she bounced . Sweat burning her eyes. Each girl sweating as their bladders pulsed. “Manager Shawna to the service desk!” Shawna couldn’t take it . Her lips quivered as this became too much to bare. But she couldn’t move. Her bladder pulsed rapidly as she knew deep down she had to hurry to the front end for her jobs sake. It pulsed even faster and harder, each one feeling like a punch to the stomach she was in complete pain and wanted to scream, keeping her legs tight and shuffling, rubbing her abdomen as her clothes became drenched in sweat and made her nipples pierced out of her shirt as the wetness shrunk it, same with her pants showing off her pussy down the line. So much coffee this morning, so much coffee, and now as the announcement came again, she felt it. “Oh...oh no.” She knocked on the door rapidly. “Hey please please please come on. We’re really gotta go, please!” She was dancing in agony and that’s when her poor bladder could not take anymore. Stretched way past it limits, “no no please!” Pee gushed from her pussy and made her brown pants even darker as it poured all over her feet. She ran from the door and across the hall still in sight of the other three desperate girls who were all sweating snd watching in agony, seeing one of their own have and accident only making their situation worse. “No no!” She screamed, customer watching snd of course laughing, especially perverative guys. Her dark skin became red with embarrassment as she barely held back what was left of the flood which ruined her clothes. A puddle on the floor. She didn’t know what to do and ran. “Oh god!” Said Jordan bouncing uncontrollably. Her bladder was beginning to lose control as well. She whacked her buddy against the brick wall to snap her out of it. But her need only became worse. She rushed ahead of Yalinda and Sarah and wrestle with the door knob and knocked. “Please let me in! Please!!” “Hey I’m next!” Said Yalinda pushing her. “I’m not gonna make it!” “You think I am?!” Yalinda said with her arms spread out, but legs crossed bouncing. Her arms then wrapped around herself and eyes closed fighting off a huge pulse . She shoved Jordan away from the door and knocked . “Come on!” She said in her sexy Spanish accent. Jordan pushed back, and soon their hands were all over each other’s sweaty bodies. Meanwhile Sarah stood behind wishing she had the strength to fight for the toilet too. But she was barely making it. Jordan couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, while holding back her flood with all her might, Yalinda kicked Jordan away and she fell against the wall. Unable to contain the pressure anymore she yelled “fuck this!” And ran back down the hall. The repairmen were working on the bathroom, but Bart was done cleaning almost. She pushed his janitor cart aside and went in, ignoring his pleas, pulling her pants down at the urinal and aiming her ass over it as she released a large stream. A bit embarrassed, but Jordan was just happy she’d be going home with dry pants. Meanwhile, Yalinda and Sarah couldn’t take much more. Bobby on the other hand saw she was so desperate they could try something. He reached out of the door and pulled Yalinda in. He always did want to try this with an older woman. He shut the door. “What are you doing?! She said dancing around. “Giving you a chance to avoid embarrassment.” Bobby said. “You can go the bathroom here.” Yalinda looked around breathing heavy. “Where? This is a mother’s room!” That’s when Bobby pulled himself up against her close, feeling her rock hard full bladder push against his dick. “You go on me. Pee on me.” Yalinda was freaked out. Who was this guy? Where was the Bobby she knew? “Let go!” She tried squirming away. But he held tight. “I already smell like a pig. Pee all over me, and your pants are fine so is your rep. You’ve been working here 20 years. Really want to get so humiliated you can’t come back?” Yalinda didn’t know what to do. She was freaking out. But she had no choice. She puked down her pants and panties and kicked them to the side. Bobby got down on his knees as she lifted her legs exposing herself to him. And within a second she was raining all over him. Pee soaked Bobby from head to toe, completely drenching him. Outside the door Sarah still remained in agony. What was going on? Then another woman rushed down the hall holding her chest. She was around Sarah’s age but shorter, red hair, a little on the heavy side but nice shape. Her breast huge as watermelons though, nipples piercing her black tight shirt. “Please let me in!” She yelled. She had a huge bottle with her. Sarah could see this was a mother, a young mother, just trying to drain the milk from her breasts. There were very tiny white leak lines around her huge nipples. This girl was getting ready to burst! Inside though Yalinda smiled as pee continued to flow out of her and not in her pants. Bobby was in Heaven. Outside Sarah danced around in agony, her legs crossing and uncrossing. The poor woman at the mothers room banged on the door but it was no use. She yelled as her nipples exploded and milk shot right threw her shirt and on the walls. She yelled as milk got everywhere, coming out of her chest and the stream dying down. Sarah meanwhile couldn’t take it anymore, that’s when Bobby got out of the mothers room just in time to see where the noise was from, still hard from seeing Sarah. “Let it go baby,” he whispered warmly to himself. “Let it flow.” Sarah bit her lip, held on with all her might but as pressure pushed onto her abdomen feeling like a rock pushed in, her bladder exploded and peed all over herself. Her pants became drenched and dark and as people starred she wept crying and shaking as a puddle formed around her and the perv feet covered in pee. Poor poor Sarah. She never had a chance . People laughed and pointed and she apologized, feeling embarrassed, eventually running out of the store. When she got home, her boyfriend was disappointed in her wetting, and made her wear....the diaper. Sarah was never able to find another job. The store was her only shot. However, due to the amount of time it took to clean her pee, she was forced to wear the diaper at work too. There she stood everyday, red and humiliated with a big diaper around her tight jeans, tears gently falling from her eyes in defeat. Knowing this was her life. Forever. Her eyes watered. “I....I can’t believe....believe this. Why. Why me?!” Sulking in her misery The end
  4. Hey everyone! 🙂 Thank to you everyone who voted in my poll, the winning story was about Lady Samantha Edwards; a spoiled rich girl, who discovers and uses her omorashi fetish, to humiliate people for her own erotic thrills. The full story will be published on Amazon soon but until then, here's a sneak peak as thank you to everyone who took part. Enjoy! 🙂 LADY SAMANTHA EDWARDS - THE BILLION DOLLAR OMORASHI PRINCESS - PART I Samantha stood poised and elegant, smiling sweetly as her father’s helicopter lifted off from her family’s private airstrip; located two miles from the main mansion. Waving daintily, she eventually let her hand fall once the helicopter had become little but a shrinking black dot on the horizon; her sweet smile replaced with a small, smug grin. A dozen family servants stood on both sides of her and she walked in-between them, back towards her family’s limo; the doors opened and closed for her without an order being spoken. She relaxed comfortably against the fine black leather, her smooth red-dress resting gracefully over her knees; covered in fine black tights that stretched down to a pair of light-brown boots worth, more than half her servants’ yearly salaries. Her curly blonde hair was pristine, braided with half a dozen daisies resting atop and her fierce blue eyes gazed out of the window as the limo drove slowly forward. Years of training with the finest tutors in the world had given her a slender, toned figure; her breasts naturally large; though not excessive, her bum sizeable but not weighty. Had any been able to see under her dress at this moment, they would have glimpsed an expensive red-lace thong; satin and damp, with a noticeable wet spot on its front. For Samantha Edwards was minutes away from wetting herself; a shame beyond imagining for someone of her status. Yet; even more shockingly, this was by her choice. She had chanced upon this kink by happenstance; two weeks after her sixteenth birthday. The daughter of a British duke, Lady Alice of Cornwall had been invited to go horse-riding with Samantha by her father and she; reluctantly, had accepted. She had found the girl insufferably boring from the start, yet another lickspittle who tried to flatter her for her beauty or father’s wealth: Vapid, senseless, simple. She had ridden fast and deep into her family’s wood; testing her new ‘friend’s’ ability to keep up, until they were more than two hours ride from her mansion. It had been a boiling summer’s day and Samantha had brought two flasks with her, one of water and one of strong Russian Vodka; yet Lady Alice had drunk most of both as well as her own, struggling with the Californian heat. Her father’s mansion controlled a thousand-acres of woodland and; deep along its trails, Lady Alice suddenly asked if they might return to the mansion. Samantha had eagerly obliged, wishing to be free of her company but found herself amused as she realised why the girl had made the request: With every passing minute, it was clear her fellow lady was becoming increasingly in need of the bathroom. At first, it was subtle; Alice fidgeting too much in the saddles as they galloped or slowing at parts where the ground was more uneven, yet once the first hour of their return journey had reached its end, Samantha witnessed the girl’s plight become blisteringly obvious. Her hand was frequently pressed between her legs in the saddle; something Samantha watched with growing interest she could not quite understand, as Alice began to openly moan, small grunts at first, yet soon, wails of desperation, as eventually, nearing the edge of the woodland, Alice had slipped from her steed and begged Samantha’s leave to wait; telling her she would return shortly. Samantha had simply galloped after her; after half-a-minute or so of shock that anyone would dare abandon and command her within her own lands. She found Alice, struggling desperately against the knots of her tight-riding trousers; squirming desperately on the spot. “Alice, get back on your horse, what do you think you’re doing?!”. “Lady Samantha, please, I beg your pardon; I need just a momen-”. “Do you really think I’m going to let you use these woods as a commoner relieves themselves? Get back on your horse, now; or my father will hear of this”. Alice had reluctantly stumbled back to her horse, her hands clutching in-between her legs with every few steps; as she danced desperately, humiliatingly, in-front of Lady Samantha, trying to avert the inevitable, her long brown hair swaying as her shoulders shook violently. Samantha had considered chastising her behaviour further, however she found the way Alice was behaving strangely fascinating: No-one had ever dared behave this way around her before and she felt a strange knot build in her stomach, like a tension waiting to be relieved. Before she could ponder it further, she heard Alice cry-out as Lady Samantha had gasped in shock. Not ten steps from her horse, Samantha watched as a dark wet patch spread rapidly across Alice’s riding trousers; long streams of pee jetting out from several places, running over her boots and forming a large puddle around her. The girl’s body was shaking with fear and relief as she continued to wet herself, sobbing as she begged Samantha for forgiveness, who barely heard the girl; instead enraptured by her ongoing accident... TO BE CONTINUED...
  5. **note: this was loosely inspired by life with Louie the kiss is the thing episode except this is with a hot female Sarah was a thick blonde girl. Not really fat, but enough on the bone to have a nice shaped ass and hips in those tight blue jeans. Her hair flowed down just above her shoulders. She was about to clock out of work. She wore a tight blue t-shirt and was so exhausted after this long day. In her twenties and working to pay for school, she stayed an extra hour today, came back from lunch early, and didn’t even get a last break. She was a nice girl. Her bosses appreciated this. As she tightened her belt a little she felt pressure in her abdomen. Nothing agonizing, but it was a noticeable discomfort. She hadn’t peed since the start of her lunch and drank down a bottle of water during lunch and drank the last half of her friends. Plus as she walked back after to her post she drank from the fountain. “I should make a quick bathroom break,” she said as she walked out. Standing right there at the bathroom, she looked inside and all stalls empty and to herself. She wanted to wash her hands first since they were covered with food dust. She started to walk out of the bathroom, but then remembered she had to take a leak. But she looked at her watch and noticed she was running late. She bit her lip in a nervous face and knee shook a little as her toes were on their tips. Her bladder ached, but she’d figure she could wait. “Ah I don’t want to be late.” With that, Sarah left the bathroom with her bladder still with a good amount of pee in it. The drive to her sisters high school was not comfortable. The road had many bumps that sent pulse after pulse to make her more aware of her bladder which continued to fill with the rest of the digested liquids she had today. Her legs squeezed together while she stopped at a light. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Come on, come on, come on.” She said a little nervous. Her foot tapped on the floor as an eternity went by and she could finally get going again. She finally reached the high school and pulled in to park. Her admirable thick white girl ass shook back and forth as she walked into the school in her new black and white sneakers that cost almost a whole paycheck. The tighter jeans she wore were her favorite. Barely noticeable, but if one looked at the right side of the waist just under the belt, the lead singer and guitarist of her favorite band autographed it. Her new white panties were her favorite underwear with pink around the openings for the waist and legs and a rose on the front crotch. Her jeans looked painted on they were so damn tight, but she knew she looked good. As she walked down the hallway of the school towards the auditorium where the play was, she forget about her need for the bathroom after she got out of the car. She saw her mother and her jackass boyfriend Jeff. She sat in her seat, and a high school senior who was 18 named Alan could not help but notice Sarah’s hot ass body. “Hey, you made it!” Her mother said. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sarah said. “I took a leak before,” Jeff said. “These bathrooms are never cleaned.” He said angrily. Bathroom...Sarah’s eyes widened as a familiar need hit hard all at once with a vengeance! She was reminded because of what Jeff said, and her bladder felt bloated and rock hard. She held her abdomen and it felt like a large rock in her hand, pushing out of her stomach. “Oh...boy,” Sarah moaned. One leg kicked up a little as her knees crossed and foot shook. Then crossed hard all the way up to the crotch. Her legs were crossed as tight as a knot. One of her hands pushed deep into her crotch as a huge pulse pushed out her center and sides. She bit her lip in pain and said, “oh man!” “What?” Her mother asked. “I gotta use the restroom so bad.” Sarah moaned. Her filled bladder was pushed against by her tight jeans that it almost felt like it was cutting in. “Excuse me-“ But as she got up, her moms boyfriend pulled her back down to her seat as the stage lit up. “Oh no. If I gotta suffer through this so do you.” Jeff said. “Wha...what?! Mom?” She looked to her mother for support. “Shh. The plays starting sweetie. Just go during intermission.” Sarah’s has dropped and pupils dilated in disbelief. She had to go so bad. She hadn’t gone for five hours and that was after drinking a lot. Both her hands pushed into her crotch as she squirmed in her seat and her legs crossed again. She squirmed and said, “I haven’t gone for like five hours since lunch. I gotta go Mom please!” Her mom waved her away. “Sarah just hold it. You’ll be fine.” “Yeah,” said Jeff with a grin. “Just don’t think about rain, or waterfalls, or...” and be started making a dripping noise. Then he shook the bottle of water he had. Her mom didn’t notice him torturing her, and she didn’t seem to notice or care how what he did made Sarah’s bladder pulse even harder so bad it hurt. She squirmed in her seat and grinded her teeth as she shut her eyes and turned her head away from Jeff. The water splashing in the bottle made her body want to release even more, her bladder became heavier. “Oh...stop...pl...please.” Sarah begged. “Then shut up and watch this shit.” “Quiet you two,” her mom said. Sarah turned to the play as she sat with her family in the middle of the row. She wouldn’t be able to run past everyone fast enough to escape Jeff’s grasp. She had no choice. Poor, poor Sarah bounced in her seat. Her stomach hurt so bad it ALMOST felt like she needed a number two as well. Almost. This need to pee was insane. As the play started, Sarah was horrified to see a boiling pot on stage as part of the set. “Oh....man...” she moaned while holding herself pushing in hard and bouncing in her seat. This was hell for her...but Alan, the creepy boy who sat at the end of the row and found her attractive was in Heaven. “So hot,” he said shaking his head, feeling his boner grow so hard he actually saw it in his jeans. Sarah on the other hand was holding on for dear life, pushing the ocean that hit with waves of rage against her pee hole to burst out. Her lips quivered as she squealed. Such a quiet nice girl did not deserve this. To make matters worse, Jeff gulped down his water, making huge gulping nosies they had a slight water splash sound in the back. She grunted, “Ah...ah....ah!” In complete agony as her bladder sent off large pulses every few seconds, and any feeling between was extreme discomfort. She brought her knees up to her chest and pulled her legs in, still shaking. As she felt her urge becoming too great to control much longer, feeling warm pee digging from the inside to flow out in force, she panicked! Sarah shook not just from physically agony but of much anxiety making chest clench and breathing become heavy. If she let out even a little pee, people could see it, and the whole town would know here. She couldn’t have an accident! But it was just becoming far too hard to hold in. “We’ll break for a brief intermission,” as the curtains closed the teacher said. “About...t...t-time,” she struggled to say. She slowly got up, legs still tight, but Alan who was in the row stood up and pretended to tie his shoe. Sarah was the only one getting up. She had a tough time getting by rude people who were annoyed with her squirming on by. “Excuse me,” she said and blushed, embarrassed by the whole situation, but a major accident in her pants would be even worse. It took her a couple minutes to get to the end, and that’s where Alan blocked her with his back turned. She shoved her hands deep in her pockets as the intense pressure echoed throughout her being. Her legs together tight and she was about to bounce a little but stopped herself. “Um...excuse me, um,” he was younger than she was, so she didn’t really know how to address him. He turned around. “Oh hey! Sorry about that. Names Alan. Was my fathers name too. Good guy...” Sarah tuned out the rest as sweat formed on her forehead. She wanted to bounce like crazy so bad. Why wouldn’t this guy move? She didn’t want to be rude. But then she saw something else. Alan’s huge boner. He was an adult like her even if she was a little older. Seeing such a big penis erected so hard was hot to her. But the last thing someone with a full bladder needed was her hormones going off as they were. Like any horny woman she started to become moist in her girlhood. Mama needed some sugar in her bowl. “And now on to the final act!” They called from the stage. “What the-“ Sarah said stunned, Jeff pulled her down to her seat after, with such force her bladder was rocked hit hard and she sucked her lips in and hands into her crotch pushing back the powerful fury of Poseidon that wanted to break out of her girlhood. “This...this cant be real!” Because to make matters worse, on stage as they performed, a fountain poured loudly, and Sarah wrapped her arms around herself as she shook uncontrollably feeling like she might literally explode any second. She cried, ALMOST with tears. “Why...why...why is this happening to me!?” The flowing fountain was too much for poor Sarah. How her body so badly wanted and needed to pour like that, and it fought against her to do just that. Sarah was covered in sweat as her anxiety hit extreme heights of panic and the massive bulging pain only worsened. “Will this fucking play end already!?” “My kiss shall awaken thee fair maiden.” Said the actor in stage. “Kid is so gonna choke,” Jeff said laughing. As Jeff shook his water back and forth and the fountain on stage sounded like they were going off louder, Sarah looked up and was horrified to see the sprinklers outside had gone off and were dripping down the window. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHA!” Sarah yelped in agonizing pain feeling like her bladder was literally about to split in half as her jeans dig into her ready to make her pop. She pushed as far as she could into her crotch, legs crossed and over behind the calf’s where her ankles then crossed. She was about to explode and flood the auditorium when everyone got up clapping. The play was over, and the actors bowed. Alan saw Sarah struggling to stand, and he was not about to miss out on this. He ran out and headed into the halls. “Sarah where are you going?” Her mom asked. “M...m-mom...please. I g-gotta go. I’m sorry. It I have to go so bad, I can’t wait any longer, I’m gonna burst.” Then came tears. Actual tears as she shook. Very emotional. She folded her hands in a prayer. “Please I need to go now. Please...please.” “Alright alright go.” Her mom said. Sarah dodger past everyone and that’s when she stopped as a spurt almost came out. She stopped frozen in terror and pain as she held her legs together. She bent over with her strong sexy ass sticking out from the tight jeans and ran up the stairs holding herself. “Gain way I’m gonna blow!” She made it into the halls..... To be continued
  6. I wrote this a while ago as the idea came into my head, and have tweaked it a little bit since. There is, I think, the possibility for a continuation, but it depends on inspiration, motivation, and whether anyone would even be interested in reading more. Read the tags for content warnings, and enjoy! Andi’s hand shook as he struggled with his keys. He stood walking in place, jaw clenched, and a small whimper of frustration escaped him before he managed to get the key in the lock of his front door. Once inside he threw down his bag, and left a trail of scarf, jacket, and boots as he raced towards the bathroom. He pulled the door shut on reflex even though he now lived alone. He hesitated, glancing at the toilet. He needed to go so badly he felt like he would burst, but after a brief moment’s consideration he stripped down to his boxer-briefs and turned towards the shower. Shifting his weight back and forth between his feet he wondered if he should take them off or not. In the end he left them on, and stepped into the shower. He stood there for a good while, occasionally moaning, whimpering and swearing, still shifting back and forth, rocking on the balls of his feet. He stuck a hand in between his legs and grabbed himself. He could feel that he was hard, but of course he was. ‘Shit,’ he murmured. ‘Shit, shit, fuck . . .’ He felt the pressure building, until he couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and he sobbed as he couldn’t hold it in anymore, and his urine began to flow down his legs, through his pants, splashing onto the tiles beneath his feet. ‘No! No . . .’ He sank to his knees, panting and sobbing, feeling the warm pee underneath him. He touched the front of his boxers, rubbed himself through the fabric, and a final spurt of urine soaked his hand. He grabbed one of his nipples between the fingers of his other hand, pinching, and kept stroking his sex until his sobs turned to groans of pleasure and he finally came. Sitting there, in a puddle of his own piss, he didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to take his pants off, even though they were quickly becoming cold and uncomfortable. In the end, he did anyway. Andi had two secrets. One was this, his most shameful kink. That he liked to hold his pee in until he wet himself. That he got off on it. The other was that he was only a few months a ‘real’ boy. He’d been on T for a little over half a year. His voice had dropped. He had gotten hairier, his skin had changed, as had his body fat ratio. He had always been quite flat chested, though what little tits he had still bothered him, as did what was, or wasn’t, between his legs. He did have a dick, the clitoris having grown significantly. It was about an inch long now, about an inch and a half and much thicker while erect. He was proud of his dick. It couldn’t penetrate anyone, but then he had always preferred bottoming anyway. Still, he hated to think about it, to look at it. His vulva. He’d hoped his dick would grow bigger than this. It still might, of course, but a lot of the guys he’d spoken to said theirs grew most in the first six months on testosterone. Whether or not he’d have surgery at some point he hadn’t quite decided, but he really wanted to. Top surgery was a given, and he was already on a waiting list. Andi hadn’t had sex in a long time. Not since he started trying to pass. Well, not until recently, that is. Not until Ronan. Ronan, who had been his best friend for a long time, and who somehow took everything in stride. When they had first met, online, Andi’s transition had been in its infancy. He had only just started to accept that he was trans, and the first thing he had done was try to be a boy online. Ronan was the sort of person who inspired trust, so eventually Andi had told him everything. He had been completely cool with it. He hadn’t asked any weird or invasive questions. He had simply listened, and when Andi had asked if he was freaked out, he had written: Why? You’re the same person now that you were five minutes ago. You’re my friend. And I want you to be happy. Since that moment, Andi had shared his fears, his body dysphoria, what his doctors and therapists told him, and his hopes for the future with Ronan. And then, at some point, his fantasies and his kinks, and that was when their relationship had changed. They had talked about all of it, and then explored it in detail, first with a series of phone calls and Skype sessions, and then finally, a few weeks ago, in person. The fact that Ronan, who was gay, wanted to be with Andi almost served to make him feel more like a real man than the hormones could. But this last kink even Ronan didn’t know about, and he never ever would. If he ever found out . . . Andi was sure even Ronan couldn’t accept something like that. Who would? It was, objectively speaking, gross. Urine was not a natural part of sex. Of course, it wasn’t the urine itself that turned him on. It was the desperation, and the act of wetting himself. The shame of it. Shame and humiliation were already present in his and Ronan’s play. When they were together, Ronan had tied Andi up, spanked him, made him choke on his dick, and Andi had loved every second of it. The memory was enough to make him blush. Ronan was naturally dominating, and being submissive with him felt wonderfully freeding. This, though, this was different. Lately, Andi’s wetting fantasies had taken on a different form. He imagined not doing it alone. He imagined Ronan telling him when he could and couldn’t pee—much the same way he sometimes forbade him from touching himself without permission—refusing him access to the toilet until he was a shivering, desperate mess. He pictured Ronan making him wet himself on command, and sometimes he imagined Ronan fucking him while he was holding, fucking his arse until he couldn’t hold it in anymore and pissed. Then he would get disciplined with a spanking. He could never, ever tell Ronan what he was imagining. The whole thing had started back when his transition was in its infancy, pre-T. Back when he had begun trying to pass. At the time he had felt very uncomfortable with public bathrooms. He didn’t want to use the ladies’ room because he wasn’t a woman, but he felt like if he used the men’s room they would see straight through him. They would call his bluff, they wouldn’t see him as a real man. So whenever he was away from home, he refused to use the toilet. One evening he had been out for a drink with some good friends who called him Andi instead of Anna, and used the correct pronouns, and it had been a really good time. He had rather a lot of beer. He was quite used to holding his pee in by then, and could usually handle it, but it got a lot more difficult when he was drunk, and on his way home at two in the morning, it happened. He wet himself. It was dark, but there were some people about. Andi froze, completely mortified, hoping to God that no one would notice. It didn’t seem like anyone did, but he had never felt more embarrassed or terrible about himself. As soon as he could shut off the flow, which was easier said than done, he ran the rest of the way home and locked himself in the bathroom, sobbing. Not seeing any point in holding it in anymore, he let go and finished wetting himself on the bathroom floor. After pulling off his sopping wet jeans, he got in the shower and washed. He got off twice, went to bed, and got off again. The next morning he woke up wanting to do it all again. Thinking about that night (what he had since come to think of as his second awakening, the first having been when he accepted his true gender) still made him hard. Andi turned on the shower, washing the urine from his legs and the floor. He made the water as hot as he could take, and while he stood under it, began to stroke himself. He pictured Ronan while he did, and tentatively reached back, pushing a wet finger inside his arse. He moaned loudly, and a little bit of leftover pee trickled out. His fingers didn’t really feel like enough, though, and he stepped out of the shower and over to the bathroom cabinet. He had left his dildo there the last time he had got off. He found it along with some lube, and after slicking it up and stretching his hole a bit, got back in the shower and began to pump his arse with it. He moaned loudly, stroking his cock, and peed a bit more. It didn’t take him long to come. Andi cleaned himself up and got out of the shower. After towelling himself off he reached for his phone to check his messages, and the moment he touched it, it rang. Ronan’s picture filled the screen, and Andi instantly blushed. He only let it ring twice before answering. ‘Hi,’ he said, his voice a bit breathless. ‘Well, hello there, boy,’ said Ronan’s deep, silky voice. ‘You sound exactly the way I like you best,’ he purred. ‘Have you been naughty?’ Andi smiled. ‘Maybe . . .’ ‘Tell me,’ Ronan demanded. His tone of voice hadn’t changed, but it was a command nonetheless, and Andi felt a tugging sensation somewhere in the vicinity of his crotch. He may not like his XX-chromosome parts all that much, but they did give him the advantage (or disadvantage) of not being easily spent, and he immediately reached down to touch himself again, before stopping himself. ‘I just got out of the shower,’ he said. ‘I may have . . . Gotten off a few times.’ Ronan tutted. ‘Without me? I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ ‘Guess you’ll have to punish me,’ said Andi quickly. Ronan chuckled softly. ‘If you’re so eager for punishment, boy, perhaps I should prepare some less pleasurable discipline. Silent contemplation, say.’ Andi whimpered involuntarily. ‘No? Well, I guess I do owe you a bit of a spanking. Too bad I can’t do it right now.’ Ronan sighed. ‘What are you doing?’ Andi asked. ‘Right now I’m stroking my cock, thinking of you all naked and wet in the shower.’ Andi let his hand wander down to his own dick and said, ‘Me too.’ ‘Uh-uh. Did I tell you you were allowed to touch yourself?’ Ronan asked, and Andi stopped immediately, but not before whining softly. ‘What’s that, boy? Are you complaining?’ ’N—no,’ Andi stammered. ‘Of course not.’ ‘Good. You can touch yourself when I tell you to.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ said Andi, obediently. ‘What were you doing before?’ Ronan asked him. Andi’s heart hammered in his chest. ‘Nothing, really. I was just in the shower, and then I . . . Touched myself.’ ‘How many times did you come?’ ‘Three . . . I think.’ ‘My naughty little Andi,’ said Ronan. ‘Whatever shall I do with you? It’s like you want to be punished.’ Andi swallowed, but said nothing. ‘Do you, boy? Do you want me to spank your arse raw?’ Andi moaned softly. ‘Tell me.’ Andi drew a breath, and it came out again ragged. When he spoke his voice was uneven. ‘If you want to. I’ve . . . I’ve been disobedient. I need discipline. Need to be . . . To be shamed.’ ‘You want me to shame you? To embarrass you?’ Ronan asked. Andi remained silent. His legs felt shaky. He was so turned on he could barely breathe, and he needed to pee again, too. ‘Tell me what would embarrass you most of all. What could I make you do that would be a true punishment?’ Andi spoke without thinking, without considering the consequences. It was a reflex, to answer Ronan truthfully. He couldn’t lie to him. ‘Make me piss myself.’ He covered his mouth, mortified. He had said it. What would happen now? ‘Oh?’ came Ronan’s voice. ‘Why, that’s new. What manner of kink is this?’ Andi bit his lip. ‘It’s . . . It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.’ ‘No, no, no,’ Ronan purred. ‘None of that, boy. Tell me.’ Swallowing a couple of times, Andi considered his words carefully before speaking. ‘Sometimes I . . . I like to hold it until I’m fit to burst. Getting all desperate like that . . . It, er . . . It really turns me on.’ His face felt hot, and he was stammering quite a bit. At the same time he felt more aroused than ever. Embarrassing himself like this, telling Ronan his most secret of secrets, he could almost come without even touching himself. ‘Sometimes I . . . I hold it until I wet myself, and then I get off.’ The last bit nearly turned into word salad, but Ronan seemed to catch it all the same. ‘Then I feel embarrassed, and ashamed . . .’ ‘Mmm . . . Well, I do like you desperate. I could forbid you from going to the toilet. And then, if you do wet yourself, I’d have to discipline you.’ ‘Oh God,’ Andi whimpered. ‘Please . . .’ ‘Please what?’ ‘Please, sir, may I come?’ ‘Hm, not sure you’ve earned it yet. You’ve been holding back on me, after all. Not telling me about this . . . How long have you been doing it?’ Andi swallowed. ‘Since . . . since before I started on T. Back when I started trying to pass.’ ‘And here I thought you had told me all about your fantasies, and it turns out you’ve got this squirrelled away. I’m disappointed in you, Andi.’ There was amusement in Ronan’s stern voice. ‘I’m sorry,’ Andi mumbled. ‘I . . . It was embarrassing. I thought maybe . . . maybe you wouldn’t like me anymore, if I told you. That you wouldn’t want to . . .’ ‘That I wouldn’t want to fuck you anymore?’ Ronan chuckled. ‘You’re an idiot, my little Andi. The thought of you all desperate like that, of you pissing yourself and feeling mortified about it . . . Mmm, that really turns me on.’ His voice sounded a little breathless. Andi licked his lips. ‘Ronan . . . Sir . . .’ ‘All right. Since you’ve given me so many fun things to think about, I’ll let you come, boy.’ Andi’s hand immediately went down to his crotch and he began to stroke himself. ‘Fuck . . . I’m so horny right now, I can’t even—I’m gonna—’ ‘So eager. Slow down, boy. That’s it.’ Andi did as he was asked, slowed the movement of his fingers, but he still felt so close. ‘How’s it feel?’ Ronan breathed. ‘Feels good,’ Andi moaned. ‘God . . . Wish you were here, fucking me.’ The sound Ronan made was more like a growl than anything else. ‘So do I, boy. So do I. But until I am, this will have to do.’ ‘Mhm . . .’ Andi felt breathless. ‘Fuck . . . Ronan, please . . .’ ‘Go on then. You can come.’ Andi picked up the pace. His thighs quivered, and he could barely remain standing, unable to support himself with his other hand since he was on the phone. ‘Oh, fuck! Ah!’ He came, but kept stroking, and not long after he came again. He dropped to his knees, hand still working. ‘Fuck, you sound so good, Andi. Keep this up, I’m gonna come, too. Think you’ve got another one in you?’ ‘Yeah.’ Andi kept going, eyes slipping shut. ‘I can . . . fuck! Shit . . . I need to . . .’ He hesitated, face feeling hot. ‘I need to pee.’ ‘I see. Tell you what. When you come, you can pee.’ ‘Mmh . . . Yes, sir.’ Andi stroked himself faster, getting closer and closer. ‘Ronan . . . Ronan, I’m gonna come again!’ ‘Mm, go ahead. Let me hear you. I’m so close, I’m gonna come, too. Wish I could come in your mouth. All over your face.’ That was all it took, and Andi gave a loud shout as he came a third time. He was forced to stop touching himself, as he was too sensitive to continue, and then he pissed again, letting out a moan of relief. On the other end of the line, he heard Ronan swear, and groan, voice gaining in pitch as he finally came. Andi loved listening to Ronan coming. He loved listening to Ronan, period. ‘How are you feeling?’ asked Ronan softly. ‘Good. I feel . . .’ Andi gave a breathless laugh. ‘I feel good. Thanks. Fuck . . .’ Ronan laughed as well. ‘You always sound so good, boy. Can’t wait to see you again.’ ‘You’re still coming next weekend, right?’ ‘Of course I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Andi. You won’t be able to walk.’ Andi whimpered. If he gave himself a few minutes, he’d be ready for another three or four orgasms, he was sure of it. His libido had already been high pre-T. Testosterone did not serve to soften it. Still, best not push his luck. As much as he loved and accepted Ronan’s discipline, there could be too much of a good thing. He cleared his throat. ‘Can’t wait.’ ‘I don’t want you to touch yourself until then, boy. Is that clear?’ Andi gave another soft whimper. ‘Yes . . . yes, sir.’ ‘Good boy. I’ll see you soon enough.’ ‘Yeah. See ya. Thank you, sir.’ They hung up, and Andi stepped back into the shower for another rinse.
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