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  1. These side stories are part of a series known as Planet of Desperation, set in a fictional future with alien federations, toilet-regulations and omorashi-based science, oh my! You can read the first part of the main story here. Reading the first two chapters before delving into the side stories is probably a good idea, to get a better feel for the setting. The first side-story, Sleeping Beauty, will feature supporting character Ceel Heart and takes place before the events of Planet of Desperation, part 1. Ceel Heart - Sleeping Beauty [Desperation] [Free Peeing] Ceel Heart was a mess. A half-asleep, frantic, stressed out mess. She was sitting in class, but the lecture was hardly registering. This was her final class of the day, which in Ceel's head meant that in just a few hours someone was going to drug her and poke her eyes with various sharp objects. She'd had a vision fault most of her life, and last week she had finally worked up the nerve to get it fixed. It was a simple procedure, Federation technology made it so, they even did this to little kids! That is what Ceel had been telling herself, but it was still affecting her gravely. She had barely slept this past week! After class she immediately made her way to the school toilets. She had a toilet time scheduled, and it was going to be her last one before the procedure. Removing her panties and plonking her butt on the seat, she readied her body to release her waste and stress. But for some reason, she couldn't. Even spreading her legs and nethers, her body was too tense to relax. After a few minutes, she became very annoyed, having her nude butt on the toilet without actually peeing was very uncomfortable. She decided she didn't need to go that bad and left the bathroom before it kicked her out. Ceel had always thought that the hospital building was a little strange. Half of the thing was a normal-looking hospital building, but the other half was a federation facility, like some freak science experiment had fused the two buildings together. Ceel entered the building and grabbed a waiting ticket and took a seat. While waiting, Ceel stared intently at her ticket and tightly held it in both hands. After just a minute her number was called. She walked up to the counter. "U-um. I have an appointment booked. Ceel Heart.." At this, the lady at the counter swiftly went through some papers. "Ceel Heart... Yes, just follow the red hallway until you reach a room with a big four on it. I will inform the doctor you are here, as well" After a slight pause, Ceel followed the instructions. The doctor was slightly intimidating. He was very tall and seemed to take up a lot of space in the room, even though he was fairly scrawny. When Ceel entered, he flashed a disarming smile. Ceel awkwardly tried to smile back, but at this point she was quaking in her boots. "Please have a seat, Miss Heart." The tall man pointed her in the direction of a comfy-looking chair. "As you may be aware, this hospital is connected to a federation facility. In there, only federation operatives and select medical professionals are allowed. However, your operation will take place in there. As you have been made aware, you will be drugged during this procedure. Not only for your comfort, but also to preserve Federation interests. Now, a lot of people might find this uncomfortable, however..." The doctor went on a tangent about fears and phobias about being operated on by federation people. Ceel wasn't worried about aliens, she was worried about people digging around in her eyes. "...And that is why you have nothing whatsoever to fear. Please change into this gown, then lie down on this table, I will return in just a minute or two and we can start with the procedure." Ceel stiffly followed the instructions. While waiting for the doctor to return, Ceel felt a bit of a twinge in her bladder. It was getting fairly full. Ceel had a particularly large bladder, and she hadn't wet the bed since early childhood, so she wasn't particularly worried. Still, it annoyed her; if she had been able to pee before she wouldn't be uncomfortable now. But moreso than that, waiting was making her extremely anxious. When the doctor returned, she knew she would have to be ready for the operation to start. Ceel's mind was a haze. The doctor had returned with a nurse, and administered the sleeping agent. Yet, she wasn't sure if she was asleep or awake and seemed to have lost both the track of time and location. She could see two figures above her, maybe the doctor and nurse. Yet, one of them seemed strange and blue, had the operation started yet? She felt something in her arm, and suddenly her entire body relaxed and felt very, very heavy. In her dazed state, Ceel worried that she would start peeing, her bladder felt fuller than before and her muscles couldn't clench. A vague state of urgency gripped her, but she had no strength left to resist. Ceel was sitting in a cave, nude. She had never been in a cave before, but she knew this was an unusual cave for a few reasons. First of all, it was gently lit, despite lacking a light source. The ground felt soft and a little warm under her butt, despite consisting of rock. She was alone in the cave, and her pose was quite relaxed, with her legs crossed by her ankles. Ceel's bladder was very full. Looking down, her lower belly seemed to stretch a little. Even so, she was in full control and in no risk of involuntarily peeing. Much better than before... Tracing her train of thought back to the eye operation, Ceel realized that she was dreaming. In her dreamscape, she felt very safe and in control. Gone was the anxiety of the people poking around in her eyes. In addition, her bladder felt like an ironclad fort now, reinforced to last for as long as it would take. It had been a while and Ceel was getting a little bored. Sitting around in the cave was comfortable, but there wasn't a lot to do. She decided she would search around the cave for an exit; maybe she could make one for herself, it was her dream after all. Walking around the cave revealed no way out, and walls had a frictionless smoothness to them, completely lacking any holes or imperfections. She decided to try plan B, closed her eyes and tried to imagine a way out. As she did, a strange mix of adrenaline and dizziness overcame her, forcing her to her knees. At first, Ceel couldn't figure out where she was. The harsh light and the people gathered around was rather unsettling at first, as she could faintly remember being somewhere comfortable and homey just moments ago. "Ceel..? Are you awake?" It was her mother's voice. It helped her make sense of what was going on. Operation. Eyes. Right. She rose, as she had been lying down, and turned toward the sound. When she saw the clothes her mother was wearing, she was overcome with a strange emotion. Pride in herself for going through with the operation. Fear- had there been any complications? But above all, absolute and total wonder- her mother's dress was a color she had never been able to see before today. "Umm.. Ceel..!" Now that Ceel's vision had cleared, she noticed her mother was pointing somewhere. She followed the trajectory of her mother's finger. It ended at her legs. It was only now Ceel noticed it all: her legs were twisted together several times over- that her nude bottom was just barely covered by the surgical govn in her current pose, and that she had to pee so, so bad. Her bladder felt like a concrete balloon, and bulged out farther than she had ever seen before. Her body still felt numb and strange in all over, and now that she had become aware of her need, it seemed as though she might turn into a living fountain any second now. "Ah..! Gotta.. Pee...!" Setting her modesty aside for a moment, Ceel grabbed herself hard under her gown. The pressure, however, was mounting to new levels as if her bladder had been frozen solid during the operation and was now starting to thaw. "I-I'll go get something..!" Ceel had barely noticed the flustered-looking nurse beside the bed, who quickly left to get a bedpan. The following minutes were torture. Ceel was rocking back and forth, clutching herself, and massaging her bladder. Her mother would offer words of encouragement from time to time, but seemed a little distracted herself, maybe? Ceel barely noticed, almost all of her attention had to be directed toward the losing battle fought with her pee hole. Still, she had not yet spilled a single drop; the white sheets were pristine still. When Ceel was sure she had reached her end, the nurse returned with the bedpan. In one lightning-quick motion, Ceel snatched the pan and covered her quivering pussy with the funnel. "A-Ah, please wait..!" The command was torture. Her legs now spread, Ceel contained the ocean for a few precious seconds while the nurse fiddled with some dials on the side of the pan. "U-Um, you can go now." Ceel had expected to explode into the pan as soon as the words reached her brain. But for some reason, nothing was coming out. Ceel started panicking. Why wouldn't she pee? She was about to explode. It hurt, the pressure was- Pssssssssssssssssssh! The stream was shooting into the back of the pan. It was incredibly thin, yet absolutely fierce, like some sort of precision laser. Ceel's back arched in relief as the Nurse helped her adjust the pan. For almost a minute, Ceel lost herself in her pee. Her laser-stream became a full-on torrent, splashing the sides of the pan. She was still peeing up an absolute storm with no sign of stopping, but the pressure in her bladder had decreased to a much more manageable level. Now that her mind was less preoccupied, she once again had time to examine her surroundings. The bed she was lying in was surrounded by white screens, so this was likely a rest area for patients. She noticed that her mother and the nurse were both acting a little strangely- her mother had a rather stiff posture and was occasionally fidgeting while looking away from her. The nurse, too, had a rather tortured look, blushing and biting her lip as she held the pan straight. Another wave of relief wracked Ceel and she let out a moan. At this, the other women in the room seemed distraught. Ceel's fierce piss finally came to an abrupt close. She pushed a little to empty the remainder of her bladder, a hiss and some drips, and then she was done. When she was finished, her mother spoke. "U-Um.. H-How do you feel, Ceel?" Ceel gave her a knowing look. "I'll be fine, mom, you can leave me for a bit." "Mmmph.. I'll be right back..!" Her mother stiffly walked out of the enclosed space, leaving Ceel alone with the nurse. The nurse was pretty obviously desperate as she detached the spherical part of the bedpan which contained Ceel's great quantity of urine. Oh-ing and Ah-ing, as she fought against the urge to grab herself. "Are you going to be okay, miss? Do you have a time soon?" Ceel raised the question, hoping the nurse wouldn't be too embarrassed. "Mmh..! Yes.. I guess I'm being pretty obvious..!" The nurse let out a little laugh. "I have a toilet time coming up, and I should get as soon as I finish here..!" The nurse had fully detached the sphere from the bedpan and was replacing it with a new one. "Excuse me, is there a nurse in here?" From the other side of the cloth screen, the voice of a woman Ceel didn't know called out. "Ye-yes.. You may come in." The woman entered. "My daughter really needs some help, could you come over as soon as possible? It's an emergency." The nurse gave Ceel a worried look, then left with the bedpan and the woman. A minute or two later, Ceel thought she could hear a tinkling noise from somewhere. Finally alone, Ceel felt totally exhausted even though she had just woken up. Closing her eyes, she got her first peaceful night of sleep in what felt like ages, dreaming of all the new colors she was going to see.
  2. *Authorized Access: Hello, xError_MissingName here. I will be your conductor for the orchestration of the events you're about to see. From your point of view, the world you're about to witness is a futuristic version of your own. This here is miss Yenesis Heaven, an A-class android. She's 22 years old, brave, and unmistakably beautiful. She is inorganic in her left eye, her breasts, her left arm, her right forearm, and her lower legs. The augmentations have given her many useful abilities and even more potential for upgrades. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's see her. She has fair skin, a beautiful face, short white blonde hair in a bob cut that covers a bit over her left eye, a toned but feminine body, a pair of C cup (but adjustable) breasts, a healthy bottom, and a pair of womanly legs. Her pores are slightly augmented to produce a nutritious, anti-aging clear liquid that enhances cellular reproduction by eliminating cell senescence. The pores on her face can also auto-generate her makeups as well as remove them. The internal workings of her body has similar enhancements to her skin. I tell you all this now because it explains why you'll see her consume much more food and water to run efficiently and survive. In this dreamscape, we have all of time itself. But her journey must start now. She must find purpose in her new life as an android. Feel free to give us some advice. Because when she sleeps... I'll return. ***** ***** Authorized Access Only ***** ***** Checking Subconsciousness ***** ***** Checking Consciousness ***** ... ..... ....... ***** Identify Confirmed ***** [Yenesis Heaven] My eyes open. I see a ceiling fan going around and around. I'm laying in my bed, snuggling under the blanket. This dark brown room stinks. One source of light beams through a broken window cover while the other blinks on and off in my bathroom. Did I forget to turn it off? ... I feel the now common pang in my bladder. It's irritating but something must be done about it. I cross my legs under the blanket. Turning on my side, I slide a hand down there as well. Squirming only as much as I need to, I try to clear the grogginess by sleeping in just a bit more. I try to relax. My body stops and I can feel the weight of my bladder. Sigh. Why do I even care anymore? Who's here to judge me for pissing in my own bed? I start urinating with my eyes closed. The stream hits my wrist before running down the side of my thigh. Piss pools around my bum and starts to spread on the mattress sheet. Good thing I went to bed naked, I guess. Tomorrow I'll move on from here. The abandoned building vibe gives me shivers... that or the warm lake I just made by doing my business in the sheets. The blanket caught it too. Now I regret it. The relief is appreciated but now, reality hits: I just pissed myself in my own bed. I already can't recall the logic that was going through my brain but, carefully, I push myself up off the crime scene, pee dripping from my thighs into the dissipating puddle. The smell makes it even more embarrassing. I throw the blanket over the spot where I laid. I walk into the bathroom. I still have to go. I sit down on the toilet and relax. Now I have to remember where I put my clothes. ... They're in the bedroom, of course. I finish and wipe myself with my bare hand because there's no toilet paper in here. I walk over to the sink and twist the facet. Nothing. I move over to the tub to try the shower. Nothing. I hate this place. I move back into the bedroom and wipe myself down with the dry spots of the blanket. I dress myself into my pair of shiny silver briefs and bra, my pair of tight black pants, my black tank top (that shows off the edges of my bra), and my black sneakers. I don my grey baseball cap and turn on some makeup for myself. Why not? Now it's time to find something to eat. ... I walk down the stairs with echoing steps. The silence really bugs me. I feel a tinge of fear running down my spine as I make it out onto the empty street. If I remember correctly, there's a bar northwest of here. Maybe I'll find a job there too. But first, I have to walk. ... My thighs and bum feel a bit sticky. Gross. The bar is right in front of me. The street here is a bit dirtier and feels more lived on. Noises of the bar's patrons tell me that I'm safe to enter without drawing too much attention to myself. I walk inside. A colorful palette of neon colors greet me along with the sight of a dozen and a half patrons drinking and talking among themselves. Only the bar owner pays me any attention. I walk over to him. The man is rather large in a bulky, strongman way. He has an eyepatch over his left eye and a cigarette on his lips. He's got a full beard that looks to be still growing on him and a buzz cut head of dark hair. Auto-analyzing his profile, he should be around his late forties to early fifties. Even though he appears younger, he's augmented just a bit. He seems nice though, maybe he'll see me as the same. "Hey there, you want a drink?" He says. A drink? At this early hour of the day? "No, thanks. Do you have something to eat?" I reply. "Sure, what do you want? I've got rations, soups, bread, sandwiches, burgers, and fish balls." That's... a unique variety of food. "Um, how much for some soup?" "Wait a minute, young lady." Uh oh. "... You don't have any credits to your name." Crap, he checked my profile. "Can I owe you for this one? I haven't eaten since... days ago," I say to him. "Listen here, kid, I'll do you one better." ... Huh? "If you're willing to work, I'll get you some food. You are looking for a job too, right? No point in coming here, otherwise, unless you were banking on a stranger's generosity. Hah!" I nod my head. "Alright, so you're willing to work, yes?" "Yeah." "Good. Listen closely then, kid," he leans in. "I've recently received a shipment of some specialized beers and I need someone to deliver it. My usual driver yesterday got in an accident real bad and doesn't even lift a finger now. I need you to drive the truck that I have in the back of the bar to this address... here." The barkeeper hands me a chip. The location must be on it but... "Why the secrecy?" I decide to ask. "Because it's a specialized beer, see? Secret recipe. I don't plan on living in his dump for any longer than I have to and that beer is going to put our name on the map. I need you to deliver it to where my people are so they can spread the word and product. Do what you're supposed to and I'll even pay you, yeah? But don't open up the back of the truck, understand? Or else you'll ruin the refrigeration." Sounds doable. "Yeah, alright. Can I get something first though?" "Oh yeah, here," he hands me a key. "Again, the truck's just 'round the back." "... I meant some food." "Oh, that's right. Early payment for you, I guess. Now, what do you want?" I order a soup and a few sandwiches and start eating. Everything tastes alright but I'm in no position to be a critic. I quickly chug down a few glasses of water before heading out. Stuffed, I make my way to where the truck should be and find a monstrosity in its stead. The supposed delivering truck is a safety regulation gone out the window. Sigh. No complaints though. A girl's gotta eat. I climb into the truck and start it up. I implant the chip into my arm and it gives me some coordinates... twelve hours away. Motherfucker. Yet... I'm also in no position to bargain. It's just time to drive. ... Five hours on an empty desert road and I'm beginning to feel like shit. The air conditioning doesn't work, the sun is right in my face, and I actually have to take a rest stop. I feel my bladder aching in defiance against my rubbing legs. This time, I'm NOT pissing all over myself. At any point on the road, I know I can simply stop for a quick break. But I'm just as stubborn as my bladder. I'll not stop if I'm not asked nicely or, in other words, if it doesn't stop wrecking my nerves and making me look like an un-potty-trained six year-old who constantly has to pee every few hours. Grumble. Great. But not great. I have to poop. An immediate pain grips my stomach as I instinctively bend forward and clutch it with a free hand. I could feel the intense pressure building up, calmly but menacingly demanding me to let go. But all I had was soup and a few sandwiches. At most, it should've blocked my system... unless... the food was fucking dirty. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead where the sun couldn't manage before. THUMP. A bump in the road suddenly launches me off the seat for a split second. "Damn it!" I felt it, a jet of something warm running through my uterus. I bend straight back up and I could feel the full force of the pressure in the back again. Alright, time for a stop. I glance at the side view mirrors, holding on with a left hand buried between my legs and crotch and the elbow of my left arm trying fruitlessly to massage my stomach. For some reason, both sides of the road has a big enough ditch for the truck to get stuck in if I try to pull over. I grit my teeth. Through sticky strands of hair covering my face, I could see the end. An impossibly long stretch of extra rocky desert road. Worst yet, another truck is coming up behind me. If I jump out now, I'll piss immediately, with or without pants. "F-Fuck me... f-fuck it!" I groan, signal, and pull over on the side of the road. My right hand works to put the truck in parking with my left hand struggles to unbutton my pants. The hard stop gives the last push to break my control as the front of my pants begins to grow hot. I rush to quickly yank my pants and briefs down to my knees. To my horror, the flood doesn't wait before I can open the side door and hot pee shoots into the door's compartment. A bit leaks away from the main stream and flows onto my thighs before the leather seat. I finally open the door. "Haaahhh..." The stream soaks the ground with intensity, blowing up steam and the smell of hot piss. I hang onto the door with one hand while the other hangs onto the neck of the seat. My legs, stuck in a pair of briefs and pants, spread with little success to keep the stream from separating into smaller rivulets running down into my shoes. I feel my face grow hotter than before. A cramp suddenly drops me as I hit the gravel clutching my stomach with one arm. Seeing the oncoming truck with no chance of stopping, I feel my embarrassment grow to an unbearable level. I yank my underwear up... a bad mistake. The pee hits the material with its full force and causes the gusset of the briefs to dip before flooding completely, marking a dark but shiny spot on it. Groan. I can't pull my pants up or else I'll flood them too. I push myself to finish quickly while using the door to hide my flushed face from the truck that's coming up close. My embarrassment mounts as a sizable puddle forms beneath me because the ground can't absorb quickly enough. The truck stops. Its front doors open. Two men in black suits exit the vehicle, pointing their guns at me. "Freeze, freak! You're under arrest!" "Put your hands in the air!" It looks like they drive a transport truck for prisoners, the SSH or the Superior Society of Humans. It's no coincidence that they are here. Either they stalk this road, the barkeeper set me up, or both. In any case, I've been caught with my pants down... literally, and with one too many guns to even try to get away or disarm anyone. "Lay down, freak!" I slowly lay down on my stomach, pants down and wincing with every movement in a puddle of my own pee. Life... is a bitch.
  3. DerivativeWings

    female Planet of Desperation - Part II

    Preface: It's been a while. I've been busy like a crazy person, and I keep getting sick which is a bummer. However, for all you guys and gals who have been eagerly anticipating this (There's gotta be at least two people, right?), here is part two of Planet of Desperation. Just like last time, it will consist of four chapters; full of intrigue, aliens, and Omorashi-based science. Enjoy! If you want to read the previous four chapters, you can find them here. Chapter 5 - Remains of Tension This chapter was proofread by @MasterXploder, who writes awesome videogame and anime-related Omo-stories. Read his latest story at this link. Yellow Crystals. Urene. Lea's mind was racing. How was this possible? The 600 ml beaker which had been about three quarters full of her pee now contained clear liquid, a red rust-like pigment, and what seemed to be honest-to-goodness Urene. But what did this even mean? Lea simply had to investigate. She suddenly realized her panties were still awkwardly hooked to the side of her lady bits, and her skirt was bunched up, revealing all. It would have been highly embarrassing if anyone walked in on her. She swiftly brought her skirt down, locked the door and got some paper to wipe herself. Lea wanted with all of her being to investigate the crystals, but she knew that wasn't wise, not right now. There would be a class here soon, and while Sarah Lee may have hyped the idea that they would be attempting to create their own Urene, Lea knew no-one had actually expected it to work. If the truth got out, she might not get the chance to investigate at all. Lea made her decision - she would come back, after classes were over. She'd tell Lee her findings, of course, but she had to sate her curiosity first. She put the lid back on the test tube, stashed it in the cupboard far in the back, and hurried back to class. The remainder of Lea's day was quite a drag. She got scolded for being late, of course, and there was not a chance in hell she'd be able to focus in class; not with this kind of anticipation. Another factor was her bladder. Her emergency pee had brought her need under her control, but her muscles were tired, and by lunch she felt quite full again. Her next toilet time read 12:31, so she felt confident that she would make it this time. The final half-hour was agony, regardless. Lea was once again hanging out with her friends, Erisa and Meranda, while they were eating. The situation was a little different compared to yesterday, though. "S-so, what did you end up writing about for your history assignment, Merand..ah..!" Lea had felt mostly in control so far, but a sudden spike in desperation forced her to cross her legs under the table. Meranda was the first to speak. "Got bad times? I can spare you one in about an hour if it's an emergency." Erisa, too, gave her a worried look, but stayed silent. Lea shook her head. "N-No, I've got a time coming up in just fifteen minutes. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine." Lea's desperation was of a quite different nature than before; her bladder wasn't so full that she'd normally be at her limit - but she hadn't been able to empty her bladder completely for over a day at this point. Her hold was faltering, but she could stay strong for just a little longer. Five minutes before her time, Lea excused herself and left the table on somewhat shaky legs. The A-block bathroom was just outside the cafeteria, but the fact that Lea was now on her way to the toilet seemed to reinforce her hold somewhat. When she made it to the toilet, she found another girl waiting for the bathroom - she probably had a time coming up soon. Lea wondered if she was going before or after the girl, herself. After just a few seconds, the girl checked her wrist, then entered the bathroom. The girl had not seemed very desperate, only perhaps a little annoyed. Lea would have liked nothing more than to ask the girl if they could trade times; but as a natural consequence of the toilet directives, people were a lot less keen to give up a visit to the bathroom to a stranger - even temporarily. Lea couldn't help to imagine the girl plonking her butt on the seat, tinkling away even though Lea herself was far more desperate. She longed to do the same herself, releasing her pent-up urine and finally fully relieving herself after so- "Eeep!" Lea erased her train of thought as a rivulet of pee entered her panties. She had to get into the bathroom soon, or things were going to get dangerous. Three minutes later, and the girl had still not left the toilet. At this point, Lea's eyes were watering. It wasn't fair - her toilet time had already started, it should be her turn now. She could walk all the way to the B-block toilet, but if she did she would wet herself for sure. The margin you were given for your toilet time was about ten minutes - so Lea wasn't going to become locked out, but ten minutes felt like ten hours at this rate. Lea gasped as a drop left her. After what felt like an eternity, the girl left the toilet. Lea still couldn't enter, as all toilets locked themselves automatically for three minutes after they had been used. When the toilet became available again, the hand sign by the door would turn from red to green. Lea desperately looked at her wrist to get the time. 12:32 Three minutes was such a long time. At this point, Lea felt even worse than she had felt this morning. Then, her bladder had been filled to the brim, but now she kept leaking and could do nothing to stop it. She grit her teeth and buried her hands under her skirt. A Hundred and sixty... A hundred and sixty-one... "Ah...!" A hundred and sixty-two... Lea counted the seconds until her relief in her head. When she made it to a hundred and eighty seconds, she opened her eyes, and brought her hand to press the button that would be her salvation. It was still red. Lea practically short-circuited. She had primed her body to push the button, rush into the bathroom, and then pee. Now that her step one had failed, her body didn't know what to do anymore. She started peeing. For a second, she felt like the control she had over her own body was in free-fall. Her bladder and tired muscles just couldn't take it anymore - she was peeing as though she was sitting on a toilet. In her panties. The button became green. Lea was brought back into reality. Her entire body became tense as she forced herself to stop peeing. Time stopped around her, it seemed. Her body still remembered her three-stage plan. Button, rush, relief. At this point, holding her bladder felt like holding her breath. The instant her butt was one the seat, her pee started as though it had never stopped. Her stream just kind of coming out of her - anyone watching would think it was a completely ordinary pee until they noticed for how long she was going for. She no longer had any energy left to make it come out at any slower, or any faster. Even if she had tensed up her entire body right now, her bladder would still empty itself at the same rate as before. Lea peed, and peed, and peed. Her bladder had not felt this full, and she wondered if her long hold had affected her senses in some way. Considering she had already let out a not insignificant volume into the beaker earlier, she couldn't help but wonder just how much she had been holding in. After she had finally finished with her massive pee, she felt a lot more clear-headed. She quickly checked her panties - they weren't exactly dry, but they were holding up a lot better than Lea expected. If she cleaned them out now, it didn't seem she'd have to replace them. This only added to Lea's relief - having to get a new pair would eat out quite a big slice of her savings. Now that Lea's pee situation was finally solved, she could focus on the more important matter at hand - Urene. As she spent a little bit of time cleaning up, a plan was forming. She wanted to investigate the Urene she had created. However, she wasn't ready to reveal her secret to the teachers yet, since she really wasn't sure she'd be allowed to handle the sample if she did. This meant gaining access to the chemistry lab before the weekend. Lea wasn't sure how she would go about this - sneaking into the lab after the school closed was an option, but that would require stealing the keys, which seemed way too risky. Lea tried another train of thought. Afterschool clubs made use of classrooms for a while after school. If she could start a club, she might gain access to the chemistry lab without anyone suspecting her. However, if she were to go the route, she needed a partner in crime. Someone with the scientific curiosity to keep quiet about this for a while. Someone with a good enough track record that they'd be considered responsible enough to start a club in the chem lab. As Lea considered this, she left the bathroom, only to be greeted by a familiar face. "Oh! Hi, Leanore!" It was Elsanova, her chemistry lab partner from yesterday. "Got a toilet time coming up, but I'll see you on Chemistry class next week." Elsanova moved towards the bathroom door to wait for the hand sign to change color to green. Lea nodded, then headed down the hallway. However, after one minute and thirty seconds, she turned to head back to the toilet. As she returned, she saw Elsanova press her hand onto the hand sign, then enter. Lea waited outside the bathroom. She had found her partner in crime.
  4. With the flick of a switch, your terminal powers up. The machine comes to life with a low pitch hum that whispers in your ear. The screen flashes, bearing the familiar startup screen. A bright blue glow illuminates your dark room. “Beginning start-up process." Siren announces. "Location: Horizon, Hades VI. Current date: November 19th, 2234. Current time: 7:45am. Current external temperature: 25 degrees.” The camera fixed atop your terminal glances over you like a metal eye, whirring quietly. “Opening shutters.” Daylight begins to stream into your room as you hear the mechanical shutters opening behind you. It’s dawn, the cityscape is still dark, barely lit by the rising sun. “Please enter your passcode, user.” “Passcode: David eight one.” You speak clearly. “Passcode accepted. User: Amelie Rigton.” The voice of Siren, the virtual intelligence greets you with her robotic, yet polite voice. “Good morning, Administrator.” You yawn heavily, your eyes still heavy from lack of sleep. Your nerves had kept you awake for a good part of the night. Sleep felt impossible. You awoke earlier than you had hoped, barely dressed yourself in a pair of boxers and a vest, grabbed some coffee from the kitchen and decided it was best that you made sure everything was prepared for tonight. You take a sip from the cup, the bitter coffee perks you up mildly. “Open my files, Siren.” “What system are you wishing to access, Administrator?” You set down your morning coffee by the terminal and brush back the unkempt hair from your face. With heavy eyes you gaze into the illuminated screen. The brightness hurts your eyes. “Open file 1b1a.” The terminal beeps, acknowledging your request. “Understood, Administrator. Retrieving file 1b1a: Schematics of Mecha 3V. Pilot Name: Amelie Rigton. Sc...b...zzz…” The terminal begins to hiss, screeching static as the screen flashes a warning symbol. “Error. D-Data C-Corrupted. I am sorry, Administrator. A manual registration is necessary.” “I don’t have time for this.” You sigh wearily, shaking your head in frustration. Nothing could be done about it. “Very well.” You crack your knuckles and take a seat in front of the terminal. “Create folder. Name: 1b2a.” “Folder created. Name: 1b2a.” “Pull up the contenders list for the Horizon Clash: Amateur Division.” The computer whirs as Siren begins searching. Pages flash up on the screen, too quick for you to keep track, finally stopping on a single page full of names. “Horizon Clash: Amateur Division. Hosted by Trident Corporation. Event date: November 19th 2234. Location: New Trafford Arena, Horizon district center. Current Contender Count: 20.” “Find me my entry, Siren. Mecha name: 3V. Pilot name: Amelie Rigton. Registry number: 26732.” “Searching…” The computer beeps happily. “Entry found.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Choose your Mech In this sequence, you are required to choose the frame of 3V. The frame chosen will also decide 3Vs starting equipment, health, and armour. As you progress through the ranks of the arena, new and better equipment will become available to you, including weapons, defensive gear, and armour plating. A mech can be designed from three frames: Vanguard, Nomad, and Titan. Each mech provides their own fighting style, strengths, and weaknesses. Mech loadout slots vary depending on the frame chosen. They are Offense/Defense/Support. The loadout slots cannot be changed, with the exception of the Nomad. All frames are capable of melee, though some weaponry and defensive items will replace the gauntlets of 3V. Weight load must be considered too. Mechs with too heavy a weight load will struggle, suffering penalties to melee and movement speed. All starting loadouts are within acceptable weight limits for their respective frame. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Vanguard Vanguard mechs are light framed mechs desired for their mobility and offensive customization. Their light armour means they can’t take much of a beating but they make up for their lack of defense and sustain with high mobility and an array of offensive weaponry. Vanguards use quick attacks and synergy between their weaponry to quickly take down heavier opponents. Their jump pack allows them to move through the air and along the ground quickly while their frame allows agile maneuvering. However, their light armour and reliance on shields means they are prone to EMPs and heavy attacks. In team battles, Vanguards serve as pure damage, relying on their team to keep the heat off them. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Vanguards right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. Offense: Longsword: A sharp, sleek longsword that replaces the Vanguards left gauntlet. A longsword is strong against little or no armour but ineffective against heavily armoured targets. Power can be diverted from a shield, charging the blade with electricity. Support: High Energy Shield: A high-strength shield that provides a shield around the Vanguards armour until depleted. Electrical strikes inflict more damage to a shield, and an EMP will take the shield offline temporarily. Support: Jump pack: A light and simple jump pack mounted to the back of the Vanguard, allowing for increased mobility and vertical movement. This support device is built into all Vanguard frames and can be upgraded. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Nomad Nomad mechs are medium strength mech units, desired for their versatility and jack-of-all trades combat style. The versatility of a Nomads frame prevents them from possessing a built-in device, however their frame allows them to be outfitted with almost every piece of equipment currently available. Nomads strike a perfect balance between offense and defense. They lack the mobility of a Vanguard or the heavy engagement of a Titan but make up for it with strong versatility. Weight management is highly important with Nomads to ensure the frame can handle the equipment. In team battles, Nomads serve as a flexible fighter, being customized to suit their teams need. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Nomads right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. The Nomad variant Is also equipped with long distance, low penetrating rounds. Offense/Defense/support: (Choose one of the following) Offense: Heavy Burst Shotgun: A double barrel cannon equipped to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. The cannon is slow to reload and only effective at close range. Successful hits will dent and damage a mechs armour as well as stagger them. -or- Defense: Heavy Holding Shield: A strong shield mounted to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. While active, the Nomad enters a defensive stance, raising the shield and slowing movement. The shield protects from frontal attacks and can be used to bash. -or- Support: Smoke Screen: A series of containers equipped with a high-heat compound. When deployed, a smoke screen surrounds the Nomad, covering it completely. The Nomad cannot be detected by thermal visioning or locked on-to while the smoke screen is active. Defense/Support: (Choose one of the following) Defense: Electromagnetic Shield: A low energy shield mounted to the rear of the Nomad. An EMS provides minimal protection from bullets and blunt attacks. If an EMP is used, the shield will overload, protecting all systems from going offline but the shield will be unusable for a time. -or- Support: Regeneration Sequence: A virtual intelligence mounted within the cockpit of the Nomad. Upon taking critical damage, the mech powers down for 15 seconds, gaining a massive shield and restoring functionality to critically damaged systems and limbs. The Nomad is vulnerable during this sequence, and an EMP will disable the regeneration. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Titan Titan mechs deploy the heaviest frames and are the mech of choice for brawlers. They’re built for long, sustained fights and can easily take a beating. Their strong, sturdy frame allows them to wield the heaviest weapons and shields. However, their thick plating does not allow a strong shield emitter, nor does their frame allow them high mobility aids. Titans use heavy defense and sturdiness to hold their ground. They are brawlers, employing crowd control to move in against their enemy and using their fists against weakened areas. They are strong enough to even remove equipment from an enemy mech. However, Titans are prone to long range attacks and armour piercing rounds that will make short work of their heavy plating. In team battles, Titans serve as support, drawing fire from the enemy while providing strong crowd control. Offense: Gunlance: A hybrid weapon consisting of a long lance and a heavy hitting rifle that replaces the Titan’s right gauntlet. The lance allows for extreme reach and is capable of pinning a target if it hits exposed armour, but is slow to swing and struggles to penetrate medium or heavy armour. The rifle holds six heavy rounds that can penetrate up to medium plating. Up close, the rifle will dent heavy armour and stagger weaker mechs. Defense: XL EMP Gauntlet: A Titan gauntlet designed for close quarters engagement, equipped with an EMP device. When activated, the gauntlet emits an electromagnetic pulse in a radius around the mech, momentarily taking all enemy electronics offline. Once used, the EMP must recharge, entering a 13 second cooldown. Defense: Dash Boosters: Two heavy boosters mounted to the back of the Titan. When activated, the Titan performs a short dash in any direction. This device is built into all Titan frames and can be customized. Support: Trident Missile System: A heavy missile launcher carrying a payload of fifteen missiles mounted onto the shoulder of the Titan. When performing a dash or sustaining heavy/critical damage, three missiles will deploy, striking the enemy mech. After each strike the launcher will enter a 12 second cooldown.
  5. Dimwitrolo

    Deep Space

    ".....Systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All systems failing, please report to the bridge." ... "All syste-KZZTZZZ" A loud hiss sounds as the stasis chamber De-pressurises and air rushes in. The chamber door slowly opens with a groan as the mechanism struggles to force itself into action. Alex has a similar problem as she's forced awake, doing her best not to fall on her face. Alex opens her eyes hesitantly, adjusting them to the light as she does. She forces herself out the chamber, cringing at the cold touch of the metal floor against her bare feet. She presses the door forward with one hand, cringing again as the sound of alarms and sirens tear through the now open door. Alex takes in a deep breath and readies herself to step further out the chamber. Her other foot hits the cold ground with a soft slap, and she winces again at the sudden cold. She stumbles forward toward the control panel on the wall nearest to the door. *Click* "Computer....yawn...W-what's going on?" "kzzzzz...." "Computer?" "What?" "What's going - Can you shut these alarms up? I've just woke up..." The alarms go silent. "What did you want?" The speakers ask. "What's going on?" Alex asks, yawning again. "Major system failure." states the computer. "Severe damage detected. Recommend immediate evacuation." "Evacuation?" "Evac - Oh hold on." "What do you mean hold on?" Alex yawns. The computer doesn't reply for a moment. "Computer?" "Multiple issues detected. Evacuation no longer possible." "Why not?" "No escape pods." "Computer?" "What?" "You're acting strange. Did someone plug in some new personality program?" "Significant damage detected to computer mainframe. And it really bloody hurts." "Oookay..." Alex says, walking into the middle of the room. She stretches and yawns again. "Can you give me a damage report?" "Major damage is detected." "Yes, but where." "I...don't know." "What do you mean, you 'don't know'?" "I can't get a response from the damage report machine. It would appear to be damaged." Alex sighs and drops her arms to her side. She presses herself up on her tiptoes a couple times, before walking over to the screen again. "How are your CCTV systems? Can you follow me?" She asks. A camera descends from the ceiling at the corner of the room. "It would appear that the CCTV systems are faulty. I can't get a visual." Alex sighs again. "Try turning around." she says. The camera swivels. It looks about and then focuses on Alex. "Update. CCTV systems have been repaired." "Now what?" Alex asks, walking about the room. "The ships in bad shape, what can I do?" "Recommend you attempt to repair critical systems." The computer responds, it's eye fixed on Alex as she paces. "Shouldn't I leave that to the repair crews?" "What repair crews?" "What?" Alex asks. "What do you mean, 'what repair crews'? Aren't they on board?" "Negative." "Have you done a life sign scan?" "Hold on. I'll do it now." The computer says. The camera freezes in place, no longer following Alex. After a few seconds it flicks back into life and refocuses on Alex. "Scan complete." "What are the results?" "One." "One." Alex repeats. "What do you mean one?" "One life form on board." "What is it?" Alex asks. "You don't mean-" "You." Alex takes a moment to let that sink in. She's the only life form detected on board. "And you're absolutely sure?" Alex asks again. "You've scanned the entire ship?" "Yes. Well, no. Significant damage across the ship could result in faulty reporting." The computer responds. "So there could be more life on board?" "Possibly." "You're a big help." "No need for sarcasm" "So now what?" Alex asks. She sits on the floor, leaning against the wall below the computer panel. "What should I do?" "Recommend basic post-stasis excersizes - You should stretch, eat, use the bathroom, get into a uniform, and perform emergency routines." "What emergency routines?" "Visit the armoury. Try not to get killed by anything. Also, see if you can't reach the local command room - perhaps you could fix a local damage scanner." "Right...I'll get to that..." "You've just got out of stasis Alex, you should consider that you won't be at your highest mental capacity for some time. Try not to make poor decisions." "Sure...let me just plan how I'm going to do this..." What does Alex do? A) Bathroom, canteen, armoury, command room. B) Command room, Canteen, Armoury, Bathroom. C) Armoury, Command room, Bathroom, Canteen. D) Canteen, Bathroom, Armoury, Command room. E) Other
  6. Lady Liberty

    Abroad In The Stars

    The goal of this story is to not wet yourself, as the character’s prestigious position and reputation would be utterly tarnished should such a thing come about, but the exceptions are if the witness is a well-trusted person, or if you manage to successfully hide the evidence. In addition, the gender of the character does in fact matter, due to the nature of the game and for added fun and player choice, a male player-character will have a slightly easier time holding their urine, but will be far more scrutinized for actual physical holdings, and especially if they wet. A female player character will have a slightly harder time holding their urine, but will be judged less for fidgeting and actual wettings. This is to add some spice to character creation. An invisible ‘fidget-meter’ will also play a large role, constant fidgeting and movements pertaining to your bladder, or outright holding may diminish people’s respect for you. Try to keep it out of view. You wake up, staring at the dull, grey ceiling, with the hum of the air vents and the scrubbers as your only welcoming sound. You groggily get out of bed, it isn’t like you to wake up before your alarm goes off- but you feel thirsty. You enter your private bathroom and fill your regular cup with water, rinsing it out several times before filling it up from the tap, a gasp escapes you as you lower the cup from your mouth. You needed that. You set the cup down and lean against the sink counter, you are the captain of a starship, working for DecaCorp™, they specialise in the construction of Military, Civilian, and Civil Service vehicles, for Space, Air, Land, and Lava. You work on a non-combatant starship known as The Adelheid, it's a Commercial Cruising Vessel that regularly ferrys thousands, if not tens of thousands of VIP, Noble, Common, and some working-class people as well. This specific CCV has more in common with a luxury cruise than an airplane...however it is also entirely self-sufficient, you manage the crew and the ship’s daily goings on, and the workload is highly stressful, but you are quite confident in your abilities, after all, you’re the captain for a reason, surely? You stare at your reflection and admire yourself. You see… A) A comely woman with, brown hair, and green eyes. B) A handsome man with sharp features, blonde hair, and blue eyes. C) A Bald Eagle man, or woman, with an unamused look forever burned into your features. D) A purple creature in the shape of a human, made entirely of a gelatinous goo. E) A lizard man, or woman, with greyish blue scales, descended from a proud warrior race.
  7. This is a time-crunch rewrite. Hope it's good. No omorashi yet, just intro. But it's coming. Aim for the bucke... err, enjoy! "Well, I suppose I could..." Rick's hopes rose high, but Ashley wasn't done yet. "...but I don't think It would work out. I mean, it would be really awkward with me paying for everything, and having to go there really early so you had time to catch up on your undersized bycicle. And plus, I kinda have some important stuff I needed to do anyway. Like, there's this dumb TV show that only comes on on Friday night, and I'd have to miss it if I went out with you." She slipped on her backpack. "So, really sorry about that." She turned and walked away. Rick couldn't help admiring her figure as she strode off. Her silky and long blonde hair trailing in the air behind her, slick bell-bottom jeans, and the way she had held perfectly realistic tones through the entire sarcasm was just flat out impressive. but then the pain started to hit. Thankfully he hadn't put too much emotional money on the table. He had shot high on a whim, and gone belly skidding into the mud. He only wondered how Matt was doing on his side of the dare with Ashley's best friend, Rebecca. But given that Ashley's beauty had only been skin deep, he went ahead and checked his funds for their hard-times favorite at the all-night pizza parlor.
  8. Something like this was once done, themed in the future. But I didn't read the rest, so I don't know how much they will be alike. In this case, SPOILER: guys get snobbed unjustly by some of the cuter girls in school, but gain posession of a pee remote. You can guess the rest. I need to go eat right now, so sorry.
  9. I have had several tiny head cannon fictions and fanfiction over the years, quite a few having to do with omorashi. by tiny I mean that if the part I had established was acted out it would probably last let than two minutes, maybe not even one. I think there may be others that are like me in this respect, so here is a thread to post it on. As is, I need to get to bed, so I will have to post later. But don't worry, it's coming.
  10. WriterForce6XV

    Weapons with Hearts

    Yo, guys and gals! I promised I would release this story on this website as soon as I was done with the next chapter on this thread, so here's the first chapter! I plan to release all of the old installments at once here before going for a simultaneous release on this site, ABDLstoryforum, and Deviant Art of the newest chapter. So that being said, expect me to release these pretty rapid fire for the next hour or so, there's quite a few installments which need to be posted lol. Anyway, I won't hold you up. Go ahead and get reading... but prepare yourself. Edginess inbound. Weapons with Hearts Prologue Part One: Project Uninhibited “Drain the tank on number 735. She has a practice match with numbers 528, 360 and 146 in an hour.”The girl whose number had been called for shuddered involuntarily. The event where her lungs switched from extracting the oxygen out of the water that inhabited them back to breathing and processing air was violently unpleasant. The man sitting at the computer a few yards in front of her had ordered for her tank to be drained, so she knew that she would have to experience that event again in the immediate future.The emotionless twenty-four-year-old blond man had spoken in a quiet voice from the other side of the room, but even with her whole body submerged in water and barricaded by a glass encasing, she’d had no trouble hearing what he had to say. If she were using her ears to physically listen to him, it might have posed a challenge. But she’d picked up on the words because she had been monitoring his brain waves when he was forming the sentence in his mind. Distance was the only thing that could have made his thoughts harder to discern, and it would take much more than this to pose a challenge.The Asian woman in her thirties to the right of the girl in the tank nodded in response to her boss’s command. She didn’t even bother responding to him verbally before pulling the lever down that would begin the draining process – as an immigrant who’d only been in the country a short time, her spoken English was limited at best. Though this man had never mistreated her, many of the other employees around the base would mock her accent, or deliberately make her say words that she couldn’t pronounce properly and then laugh or smile condescendingly when she inevitably messed up. In her mind, the less she spoke here, the better off she would be.The girl in the tank had read through this woman’s thoughts and memories before a small number of times, usually to distract herself from the experiences that she knew awaited her when the tank drained. Originally, she’d done it to see what country she came from – the girl’s parents were also Asian immigrants, or so she’d been told by her foster parents whenever she asked about them. But this woman hailed from South Korea, whereas the girl’s parents were both Japanese. She found she had very little common ground with this woman once she started looking for it, and they didn’t even really look alike.The water in the tank dipped below her forehead, the air feeling chilly on the exposed skin that wasn’t being clung to by her black hair which normally came down to her mid-back. They always kept the water calibrated to match the exact temperature of the subject’s skin to make it easier for them to fall asleep in it, but the air in the room was always very cold for the opposite reason.It was supposed to be an automatic process, where the subject would lose consciousness when fully submerged in water of a similar temperature to their body and would only wake up when they detected a temperature change. But that process no longer affected her in particular – she’d electrically manipulated her brain so that she never slept unless she personally induced it as soon as she’d figured out how to do it precisely enough that she didn’t affect anything else in her brain throughout the process.The water level fell below her eyes. If they had been open, she knew the sudden difference in temperature and pressure would have really bothered her, enough that her tear ducts would have started working on overdrive. But she’d had them closed the whole time she’d been submerged specifically to prevent that unpleasant feeling.Desperate to delay the impending vile sensation for even a few moments longer, the girl bent her knees and re-submerged her whole head into the ever lowering water. Since her lungs and stomach were both filled with only liquid, she sank to the gray, grated bottom of the tank much faster than a normal human with air in those organs would have. But then, a normal person with air in their lungs would have floated to the top of the tank when it was filling with water because the oxygen gave them buoyancy and then drowned when it filled to capacity and their breath expired. Looking at it that way, the comparison seemed meaningless to her – because the other end of the comparison wouldn’t have even survived until the draining order.The girl curled up into a ball and hunched her head over her knees, getting as low to the ground as she could. She knew that, at best, she only got a few extra seconds from the gesture, and that she’d still have to go through the awful experience again in mere moments regardless, but as far as she was concerned, the later into the draining process it happened, the better. If it had started when the water level was almost as high as her entire body… she helplessly shuddered again at the disgusting thought.In an effort to distract herself again, the girl thought back to the command given that put her in this position – or more specifically, the explanation he gave right after the order. He said that she would be fighting against three other subjects at once: numbers 528, 360 and 146. The way he’d phrased it made it sound like they would all be teaming up against her.She’d fought all of them separately before in other ‘practice matches,’ but never all of them at once. She knew from personal experience that only one of them was really a threat individually… but the three of them together might be a little more difficult. The whole point of the exercise would likely be to help the three of them work on their teamwork – their abilities did have an impressive level of synergy, so it made sense for the people in charge to want them working together.When the girl felt the air once again make contact with the top of her head, she knew her time was almost up. In a few moments, the experience she’d avoided as long as possible would be upon her. And this time, there was nothing she could do to put it off any longer – she just had to deal with it now. And if the past three months were anything to judge by, she would be given next to no time to recover from it before they sent her to do the next thing on their agenda for her.It began when the water dipped below her nose and the water in her sinuses drained. The moment the inside of her nostrils were exposed to the frigid air being pumped into the tank from the room outside it, they began to tingle for a moment. It was a sensory experience that would tell her brain it was time to expel all the water in her lungs and stomach. She could feel the all too familiar intense waves of nausea growing stronger and stronger, coming closer to overtaking her by the second.But she wouldn’t let her body win just yet. The water level in the tank was barely below her chest at this point – if she were to give in and vomit up all the contents of her lungs and stomach now, her stomach acid would be thrown into the water and would probably get all over her. Even though she knew she’d be taken to a shower right after this, the thought of having bile on her skin for even a few moments, no matter how diluted, was just too disgusting for her to bear.So she fought back against the biological urges which she had been modified to have using the only weapon she possessed. Using the same asset she used to read the minds of the other people in the room, she clamped down on the electrical signals her brain was sending to her body, preventing them from causing any more havoc for the few seconds it took for the rest of the water to drain from the tank.Once her whole body felt the cold breeze of the air-conditioned room, she released her grip on her brain, and allowed her body’s genetic programming to take over. She violently retched, the mix of water and bile in her stomach and lungs spilling out of her mouth as if it were a running faucet. The pale, clear yellow liquid cascaded through the gap between her two feet, splashing against the grate beneath them but ultimately falling through it into the piping below.Even after there was no water left to expel, she continued to gag and cough uncontrollably for a good long while. The experience had felt just as vile and repulsive as it always did. And as per the usual, some of the diluted stomach acid had splashed off the grate and onto her feet and lower legs. It wasn’t much, but she still made a mental note to give them special attention in the shower that she knew would come right after this. “Good. Now lower the glass casing. Our supervisor should be on his way to take her already.”The man sitting at the computer said this in an equally quiet tone to that of his first command. Like with every command he ever gave, he offered an explanation for it, because in his mind, orders were generally easier to follow if you knew the reason why they needed to be carried out. He always seemed to be somewhat muted and generally never displayed outward emotion, but the girl knew that it was just the way he’d chosen to cope with the human rights abuses he had to watch and facilitate on a daily basis. When he’d chosen to work for the government, he’d never wanted to be a part of a project like this one. But because he now knew about its existence, he couldn’t quit or transfer out to a different department, so he’d chosen to deal with his unwanted position by numbing his emotions as much as he possibly could.In fact, quite a few of the people working here had a similar mindset, and chose to cope with their situations in a similar way. The girl known to them as number 735 bore the likes of them no ill will – they didn’t ask to be put in this position, and none of them liked it, so there was no reason to harbor any resentment towards them. They knew what they were doing was wrong, and they did, to varying levels, regret the things they were forced to do to keep their jobs and, by extension, their freedom. That was enough for her.But the ‘supervisor’ he mentioned… that man was different. The supervisors of this project knew full well what they were getting into when they transferred into their current positions, and they typically felt no remorse for the horrendous acts that they watched and enforced. They had little to no moral objection to the abductions, the genetic experiments, the ‘practice matches’ where they made teenagers fight with the intent to kill each other, or any of the other wrongdoings that went on in this facility.In a few seconds, after the glass of the tank was fully lowered, this team’s supervisor would probably come strolling in with a gentle smile on his face that, combined with his thoughts, showed how completely vile and disingenuous he really was. He would offer her a hand to help her stand up, a towel for the trip to the nearby shower room, and he would ask her what she wanted to eat for her meal before the match.And no matter how much she hated the false kindness he displayed and the darker thoughts she read in his mind, all she could really do was just accept the fake gestures and continue to go along with the fate she’d been unfortunate enough to become trapped in. Because the moment they detected a hint of resistance from her, she knew they would decide she was not worth the risk of keeping around… and they would order her dead.And after the things they’d done to her, there was no place left on earth where she could escape to that wouldn’t fear, hate and rise up against the inhuman powers that she commanded. So yeah, dark shit, huh? It's gonna get worse in the main story eventually, trust me. Anyway, I'm gonna keep the author notes relatively short for the time being while we catch up with the forum I originally posted this thing on and Deviant Art, so this is where I'll leave you. Expect the rest of the chapters to drop in the next hour or so until we're caught up, at which point I'll be releasing the newest chapter on that forum, DA and here simultaneously. Ciao!
  11. Unbeknownst

    Niche

    Author's Note: Welp... I'm back. The name is trash... but meh whatever. I was considering doing a superhero themed story given that it is the season for it, but I happened to be inspired to write this, so I'll leave it up y'all. Also, feel free to skip chapter 1 if you want to get straight into the omo stuffs. Chapter 2 should be farther down the page. Vote: Superheroes Continue this story - This story is going end up sci-fi. Alternate - Write 1 chapter for each each week. Regardless, enjoy and feel free to leave comments, reviews, suggestions, or even just to say 'hi'! Cheers! Chapter I: A Trip Too Far (1) Spirit’s room was clean and very white and silver. White walls, white lights, white topped furniture supported by silver metal. It was very much in fashion and also, at least in the fourteen year old’s opinion, quite bland. Which was why she never wore white. Her long honey colored hair was tied back in a ponytail using a white ribbon that she liked to tie in the shape of a butterfly, but that didn’t count. She pulled her usual steel gray jacket unzipped over a mint colored tank top and blue jeans. She turned off the lights before opening the blinds allowing natural light to replace the artificial. Spirit was neither tall nor short. She was sporty, or at least fairly athletic for someone who didn’t play or train for sports. The more unkind would call her skinny, but most people agreed that was just a little on the slim side. The computer buzzed softly before fading out as Spirit powered it off. She had been reading an interesting article. Something about how women everywhere seemed to be needing to use the restroom much more often than normal. She was almost certain it was just some sensational bit cooked up to snag readers seeing as how no mention of such a phenomenon could be found anywhere. Maybe she’d go back and actually read the article, but that would have to wait for later. Spirit wanted to be early for her physical exam that afternoon at the Military Prep School she would be attending starting next week. She wanted to join the Imperial Navy and doing well at the Military Prep School was a necessary first step. It was always best to make a good first impression, hence Spirit’s leaving early for her exam. She was just about to pull on her boots when a familiar sensation caused her to frown. Hadn’t she only used the restroom a couple hours ago when she woke up earlier? Still it was best to take care of such business now before her commute. Rush hour was always a pain. Spirit made sure to lock the door to the apartment before heading from the third to the tenth floor of the sky rise apartment complex. Perhaps part of why she was so determined to join the Imperial Navy was to escape the almost constant claustrophobic environment of the city. The other reason was that she needed money. She still had parents technically, but she rarely heard from them. Her father was constantly holed up in his office in the middle of who knew where designing who knew what. Her mother just flat out disappeared sometime while she was in kindergarten. At least her father still sent her enough to cover the rent and her living expenses whenever he remembered. She tenth floor was packed. The station which serviced many buildings in the area was if possible even more dense. Several times Spirit felt like she was going to drown in the sea of bodies but she managed to swim through mostly thanks to grabbing onto various items of furniture and occasionally unsuspecting strangers before she made it onto the train. Fortunately, she managed to snag a spot next to one of the poles and clung to it tightly. The train smoothly glided forwards on its rails. Every stop, Spirit was being dragged by the people trying to get off and then crushed by the people entering. Still, this was at least twice as fast as trying to walk. Trying to get a ride would be even more impossible. Spirit barely kept herself from planting her face directly into the pole as someone shoved her roughly from behind. A mother and daughter crammed themselves into the corner seat next to Spirit who had been thinking about trying for the spot before almost getting her face crushed. “Oops, I’m so sorry. Are you alright dear?” Both the mother and daughter had auburn colored hair and wore designer blouses and leggings. The mother was looking at Spirit with concern. “It’s no big deal.” Spirit gave a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I got- woah.” Someone farther up the cabin couldn’t deal the with the acceleration and stumbled causing a mini domino effect. Spirit ducked as the last person in the line squeezed her against someone else. “Like I was saying,” Spirit wheezed as she finally got some space back, “just fine.” The mother clucked her tongue in sympathy. The daughter finally finished fixing her hair which had been messed up when they took the seats and noticed the a paper poking out of Spirit’s coat pocket. “Can I take a look?” she asked. “That symbol looks familiar but I can’t see it from here.” “Oh, sure.” The paper was after all just some informational pamphlet. Spirit would never carry anything important on her person. Not in this city. “Neat!” The girl took her hand off the paper which she had been twisting to see properly. “So you’re going to Military Prep as well?” “Yup, I have my physical there this afternoon.” “What a coincidence! So does Claire.” “Really?” “Yup.” The daughter extended her hand. “Claire Baum.” “Spirit. Sorry, but I don’t think I can shake your hand right now.” Spirit was currently leaning sideways holding the pole with both hands to keep herself from toppling over. Claire retracted her hand with a laugh. The three of them started talking about the school, swapping stories about what they had heard and a little about their pasts though there frequent interruptions caused by the shifting crowd. Spirit was having a great time talking with the Baums when she noticed she had to pee. But the sensation passed away and she didn’t give it a second thought. She had after all used the restroom less than an hour ago before leaving the apartment. Over the next half an hour though she grew conscious of the pressure building in her lower abdomen. It wasn’t worrisome, but it was noticeable. Spirit decided she would get off at the next station and take care of business before it had a chance to become worrisome. She did have some extra time after all having left so early.
  12. PeeStacy

    Wet Cadets

    Before opening her eyes, Lynne gradually awoke. The feeling of a subtle chill on her skin brought her to a half-awake state. Her fingers and toes wiggled in the stuffy air of the chamber as her eyes perceived the gradually-brightening light. After a few attempts, she drowsily opened her eyes and maintained a sleepy gaze. Her frail attempts at making fists marked the beginnings of true re-animation. From inside of the frosted, circular window, she noticed the nurse pressing buttons and heard mumbled speech. Slowly, her pod shifted her body from laying flat to sitting at an angle. As she further gained consciousness, she licked her dry lips and groaned at the murmur of her empty stomach. A sudden hiss startled her, and she continued to flex her weakened muscles. The chamber door finally swung open, causing her to delicately shield her eyes with her frail hands. Lynne continued to focus up, finally recognizing Nurse Diane and her assistant. As the murmurs of speech became more clear, Lynne heard bits and pieces of Diane's medical analysis. As Diane spoke, her assistant diligently filled out a form on a handheld computer. "128 pounds...internal temperature is at...5 foot 6". She started to wake up more rapidly, highly conscious of her hunger and thirst. Towards the end of the examination, she saw Diane briefly lift her gown, stare at her crotch, and say "She's wet, up to the fourth mark. Better put her on the list". Attempting to speak through her painfully dry throat, Lynne croaked "What?" Diane turned to her. "Oh, talking already! You must be starving. Petra, bring the tray over here please." Her assistant responded "Right away, Diane!", then wheeled a tray over. On the tray was a tall glass of water, a bowl of oatmeal, and a banana. Next to the food was a spoon upon a napkin. Gaining strength, Lynne immediately reached for the glass of water. "Careful now!" Diane warned, steadying Lynne's shaky grip on the glass. Lynne began by taking short sips, but quickly increased the pace, gulping down the water. She smiled, took a moment to breathe, and reached for the spoon. She stirred the oatmeal and ate small spoonfuls from the edges as Nurse Diane filled her in. "We're in orbit above Tau 6001 now. You and your fellow cadets will embark for the surface soon. This is your first time going through hypersleep, right?" Lynne nodded, rapidly shoveling the oatmeal into her empty stomach. "Can I have some more water, please?", she asked. "Sure thing!" Petra cheerfully replied. Petra walked over and fetched the empty glass. She bent over to reach a small faucet, refilled the glass, and returned it to Lynne. Lynne's motions grew increasingly stable, and she barely shook when she downed the second glass. With her newfound strength, she found the task of flexing and making a fist easier. She felt less cold, and her shivers were gone. Lynne attempted to move her legs. She felt something thick, soft, and squishy between her thighs. Curious, she lifted her gown to see what she was wearing. From her brief, embarrassed glimpse, she surmised that she was wearing a thick, tabbed diaper. Moreover, her face turned beet red when she realized that it was soaking wet. Before she could speak, Diane chimed in. "We remove the urine-catching system a few hours before you wake up, to test your bladder muscles under normal sleep." She paused, gathering her thoughts. Lynne anxiously waited. "There's probably no need to worry, but since you had an accident we put you on a watch list--" Lynne interrupted, frustrated and embarrassed: "What kind of list?! Who will know about this?!" Diane maintained her composure. "It's a medical list, so patient confidentiality will be kept up. It's a preliminary list for candidates that may have endured some, let's say, bladder weakening." Lynne, desperately attempting to regain her composure, asked "preliminary list?" Diane nodded. "We recommend that you be changed into a fresh pull-up to test your daytime bladder control. If you wet yourself again, we'll see to it that you get the care you need." Scoffing at the idea, Lynne replied coldly "I do not need to wear a diaper. You can take me off your list." Slightly less sure, she added "This was just a one-time thing, I only uhhh... used the diaper because of the hypersleep drugs." Diane attempted to reassure Lynne: "This is a very common occurrence. Girls coming out of hypersleep in a wet diaper aren't always experiencing bladder weakening, but you'll be glad if you are protected later." Seeing Lynne's disheartened expression, Diane added "And it's not a diaper, it's a pull-up. No-one will notice under your jumpsuit. And really, lots of other girls will be wearing pull-ups too. It's just a precaution. If you can manage to stay dry for just six hours, you'll be taken off of the preliminary list." Lynne smirked. "I told you, I don't need to wear a diaper. I get that you don't think much of cadets and all, but this is just ridiculous." Diane sighed, knowing that Lynne had made up her mind. "You don't have to wear the pull-up. Just let me take this off of you so you can get a shower. Orientation begins in twenty-eight minutes. Your jumpsuit and belongings are in the shower room." Uncertainly, Lynne replied "Okay..." as Diane lifted her gown. Lynne turned away with a beet-red face as she heard the ripping sound of four tabs being undone. "Lift up, please," requested Diane. Lynne lifted her butt, allowing Diane to slide the soaking garment from beneath her. Lynne looked at the diaper briefly; the massive set of padding was completely yellowed. Diane set it in a deep trash can bearing a bio-waste symbol. Excited to bathe herself, Lynne felt the sticky, residual urine on her skin. Quietly, she thanked Diane, then swiftly moved to the shower room in the center. As she drew closer to the shower room, Lynne heard the excited hubbub of newly-awoken cadets beneath the comforting heat of a long-needed shower. Though the floor was someone cold to her bare feet, Lynne felt a drop of sweat running down her leg. At least, that's how she perceived it.
  13. writeandleft

    A Visitor To Triton

    A VISITOR TO TRITON by Write And Left I looked across the Manhattan skyline and watched streams of aircars travel at the various levels of the city. “It is good to be back on Earth, Doc,” I said, “but I still miss that girl I met back on Triton.” “Lie down on the couch and tell me about her,” said Dr. Emily Gleeson, the shrink that the Navy forced on me. “Why should I?” I asked. “No one takes me seriously when I talk about her.” I stared at the ceiling and paused. “No one takes me serious at all. Why should I bother if you are not going to take me seriously?” “Just humor me,” she said. She flicked her Tablet with a finger, obviously going through her notes. “Tell me about Alison Randall.” Why not? I thought. I would just tell her everything about the girl I left behind on. Maybe she would believe me. “Well it started back when the Orion stopped by for my regularly scheduled relief...” ### The alarm blared in my quarters. The relief ship was arriving. I had been stationed on Triton for two years and my relief would finally take over so I could return to Earth and go to the next place the Navy wanted to send me. I had requested Mars, the second most populated planet in the solar system. Triton Station had a crew of one: just me. Before the advent of Faster Than Light travel, Triton acted as a way station at the edge of the solar system. The newer FTL ships would blink into and out of existence at the orbit of Saturn, thus they never needed to come way out here. Only the slow boats came to Triton, and as soon as they arrived in the solar system, they upgraded their engines to FTL and never returned to Triton. The only slower than light ships around were those that left before FTL’s invention. Still there were quite a few out there and Earth command wanted someone out here to greet them. Since I was stationed out here, the only ship I had seen was the one that brought me out here to the butt end of the solar system. The Orion was the second ship I saw, but it had come from Earth to relieve me. “USS Orion,” I spoke into the Mike, “this is Triton Station. I look forward to your arrival.” I then waited the two minutes for my message to travel the eighteen million kilometers back and forth to the ship. After the wait the speakers sounded, “Sorry about this, Triton Station, but the ship is in plague status. No personnel may be transferred from our ship to the planet. We are at quarantine. A container of supplies will be dropped to you.” My heart sunk. I was stuck here and I would be alone for who knows how long until the Navy saw fit to send another ship out here. “How much longer am I stuck here?” I asked. “We sent a message to Earth and they sent another ship immediately. Your estimated time of arrival is six months.” I clicked off the radio and swore. There would be another six months of not feeling the breeze on my cheeks. There would be no pizza from Manhattan Pie Company and worst of all, no people to talk to. The loneliness that I had put behind me for the past two years suddenly came to the forefront of my mind. ### “So Alison Randall never arrived on the Orion,” asked my shrink. “Of course not,” I said. “She arrived on the bulk carrier, the SS Fortune.” “Go on with your story then,” she said. ### In the weeks that followed, I became more and more despondent. I was still imprisoned on Neptune’s largest moon for five more months and I was bored. I had watched every holovid, read every text drama on my Tablet, and even went so far as to write my own stories. One night, at exactly midnight, I heard an unexpected alarm. A ship was arriving, but this ship was transmitting a distress signal. Triton Station had one shuttle stationed there and I ran to the shuttle. The message attached to the distress signal said that the ship was rapidly losing air and that they needed help. I wasted no time. The ship was dark; the only light came from the day side of Neptune, but I piloted the shuttle closer and closer. The ship was completely dark. There were no running lights and no indication of anything approaching life, but I continued onward. As I drove the shuttle around the ship, I saw a horrible tear in the hull that went across all five decks of the ship. There would be no survivors unless they were suited or they were trapped in an airtight compartment somewhere. It was a bulk carrier. It is a common enough ship even today. It contained five decks and a spine to which cargo containers were attached. The only difference between it and a modern FTL ship was the massive fusion tanks on the tail end of the ship. Modern ships replaced most of the tank space with an FTL engine. I drove the shuttle around until I found a hatch where I could enter the ship. The only good hatch was on the spine. I set my coffee on the copilot’s seat and went inside to look for survivors. I floated through the spine of the ship and watched for any signs of life. There was air there, but as I walked forward of the spine the hatches all had red pressurization faults. All five decks were airless. Since I couldn’t get to the main hull of the ship, I walked aft. That is when I saw her. “I’m from Triton Station. I am here to rescue you.” She was young, probably in her early twenties, but dirty and disheveled. And she stank like a bad environmental plant and lack of showering. “Everyone else is dead,” she said. I took her by the hand and put her in the co-pilot seat in the shuttle. “I’ll take you back to Triton Station,” I said. “You’ll be safe there.” She was too shocked to say anything else, so I just let her be silent. She had just lost the rest of the crew of her ship. ### Dr Emily was tapping her Tablet and looking up stuff while I talked. I knew she was not just taking notes. “What are you looking up?” “Just reviewing your log for the incident,” she said. “Oh?” “But...,” Dr Emily started to say. She must have thought better of it. “Just finish your story.” ### Alison sat in silence on the way back to the moon’s surface. I thought I saw a tear in her eye, which was only natural since there were no other survivors on her ship. However, the tears were there for another reason. I pulled the shuttle into the dock and went toward the airlock and motioned her to follow me, but she wouldn’t move. “Come on in,” I said. “There is food, clean clothes, and showers.” She gave a sheepish look and then stood up to reveal a circular wet spot on the co-pilot’s chair. Her face turned red as she looked down at her seat. “Um,” she said, “I have trouble getting to the bathroom.” I sighed and we left the shuttle. Once in the passageway, I stooped down and caught a cleaning robot that was rolling along the corridor and took it back into the shuttle with me. I dropped it on the co-pilot’s chair and returned to the passageway. The girl stood there waiting. “I will take you up on that offer of a shower and clean clothes.” “Of course,” I said. I took her to my quarters where the only working shower in the small station was located and motioned her inside. I went back to my bedroom and opened my drawer to look for something for her to wear. I was a bit larger than her, so I just picked a t-shirt, and some shorts for her. The shorts would obviously be big on her, but she cinch the belt tightly around her waist. I slipped into the head and set the clothes on the sink. After that I slipped out. She finished soon after I left. I had never met a woman on Earth who took such short showers, but she was from a space ship and water is scarce, especially on a slow boat traveling between the empty gulf between the stars. When she came out of the head, the T-shirt and shorts looked quite large on her, but she smiled at me. “Thanks,” she said. “Are you ready for dinner?” I asked. She rubbed her stomach. “Are you kidding? I haven’t eaten for three days. I was trapped in the spine of my ship and couldn’t visit the galley or the rest of the ship.” “Well let’s take care of that.” I lead her to the galley and started taking packages out of the boxes of supplies that lined one wall and covered the galley tables. I had emptied the container that was dropped and brought everything inside and just put it along the wall. I pulled out some pre-made chicken cordon bleu and made that. In all I made four servings, figuring that we would probably each eat two. I was hungry too. She took a bite and then began to hungrily shovel in the food. “This is so good,” she said. She paused to take a drink of Kool-aid and then shoveled more into her mouth.” “These are space rations,” I said. “They are not really considered the best of cuisines.” “These are new rations then,” she said, “Our food has to last years and I bet you these would taste bad too if they were in storage for decades, even with the effects of relativity.” “Yes, I guess so,” I agreed. “I don’t think I could stand to be on a ship that long between ports.” “It’s tough,” she said. “I am on my first push out from Epsilon Eridani. We were to go right back after stopping at Earth, but forty years will have passed when it’s only been four years four me. My parents will be in their nineties. The trip after that, I would have been visiting my sister’s great grandchildren. I wanted to be a spacer though and signed on with the first ship that would take me.” “Wow, you must have just left before...,” I started to say. She put down her fork. “Before what?” she asked. “I don’t know if I should tell you, but I will. About twenty years ago ships started getting faster. You could have been home already.” “How fast?” she asked. She picked up her fork again and took another bite. She had a look of relief on her face. “I thought something horrible had happened.” “Faster than light,” I said. “A journey only takes the amount of time needed to go far enough away from the sun and then it is instantaneous.” “How far away?” she asked. “I could get home next year?” “Depending on the spectral type of the sun, it varies. In the solar system it is about ten astronomical units.” I heard a pattering sound coming from beneath her chair as she stared at me open mouthed. I looked down and saw a growing puddle. When she noticed what she did, she looked down and turned bright red. She looked at me. “I’m so embarrassed. What you said took me by surprise.” She stood up and looked down at herself. “I get like this when I am taken by surprise. Perhaps I should be wearing diapers.” I was inclined to agree with her. “What happened on your ship when this happened?” I asked. “It’s just been happening the last couple of weeks. They put me in EVA diapers. I heard they were going to beach me on Earth because of it.” She shuddered. “Well you are pretty much stuck here on Triton until a relief ship comes. We are about twenty astronomical units out from where any ship goes anymore. The only reason we keep Triton open is to support stragglers.” “Stragglers?” she asked. “People like you. Slower than light ships that left before they came home to find out that the universe changed and transportation is faster. Anyway, I have some EVA diapers. You probably should wear them until we find out how often you wet yourself.” She sighed. “Well okay,” she said. “I will.” She got up and I led her to the airlock. There were spacesuits there. Some were for walking across the planet, but others were for fixing ships in space. The station used to be a lot bigger and at one time it was a full support base. Now it was just an outbuilding with a section converted to quarters. The full supply of spacesuits and accessories were there. I opened a cupboard and found a pack of EVA diapers and gave it to her. “Well here you go,” I said. “We can travel quickly throughout the stars, but we can’t figure out a better way to pee while wearing a spacesuit.” “Well that works for me,” she said with a smile. She hurried into my quarters to change. When she emerged she wore only the diaper and the t-shirt. “I can find you another pair of shorts,” I said. “They made me dress like this when I was on the ship,” she said. “I’m used to not wearing pants with diapers.” “Suit yourself,” I said, “but you can still have shorts if you want.” “That’s okay,” she said. “It’s quite warm in here. So what do you guys do for fun around here?” I showed her my Tablet. “You can either read books or watch movies.” I showed her how to access both. ### “So you say you dressed her in EVA diapers and a shirt and she didn’t mind?” asked Dr. Emily. “No she didn’t mind,” I said. “She will testify to that fact, that is, if anyone can find her. No one will tell me what happened to her.” “How about you finish the story.” ### That night (if you can call it night, because the southern hemisphere of Neptune is constantly in daylight) I set her up on one of the couches in the staff lounge. Before going to my quarters to sleep, I showed her where the head was in case she needed to use the restroom in the middle of the night. I made sure she had plenty of blankets and was comfortable before I returned to my quarters to sleep. I woke up later with a soft, warm body pressed up against mine. It was Alison. She was fast asleep, but I woke her up anyway. “What happened?” she asked. She stretched and turned to look at me. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. “You must have sleep walked or something. You crawled into bed with me.” “Oh, yeah.” She yawned and stretched again. “I couldn’t sleep all alone. The ceiling creaks and the couch is uncomfortable. Besides you are cute. I want to sleep with you.” “What? No,” I said. “Go back to the lounge and sleep on the couch.” “Please,” she said, “just for tonight.” “You’re too young. I’m almost thirty and you...” I paused because I didn’t know how old she was. “...are too young.” “What’s the date?” she asked. I told her. “Well I am almost forty-one,” she said, “and that makes me a cougar, but plenty old enough.” “A cougar?” I asked. “What’s that?” “Nevermind,” she said, “I am plenty old to share your bed. I only look twenty-two because that is my subjective age. My objective age is forty-one. Besides, we are just sleeping.” “Fine,” I said, “but tomorrow night you are going back on the couch.” “Okay,” she said. I turned and went back to sleep. She never did go back to the couch in the five months we waited for the relief ship. ### I woke up late the next day. Alison was gone. I figured she was in the bathroom, but I didn’t hear water running. I got up and went inside and looked around. She wasn’t there. I wondered where she could have gone. I was about going to do a tour of the station, but then I heard a thumping sound coming from the galley. I raced to that compartment to see if she was okay. She was standing on counter wearing just her EVA diaper and t-shirt. She held a bunch of food containers and was stacking them in the cupboards. “What are you doing?” I asked. She pointed to the row of cartons stacked along one of the walls of the galley and stacked on the tables. “I am stowing the supplies,” she said. “I am also rotating the stock here. We might have to stretch the food a bit since we have two people here and your planners only planned to supply the base for one.” “There is plenty here,” I said. “I agree,” she said, “but I didn’t find that out until I started to inventory the food. Although if worse comes to worse and we are out here longer without resupply, we can take the shuttle back up to the Fortune and raid the galley there. You got proper suits and stuff and according to the chart, the Fortune is in a stable orbit of Neptune.” I looked around. She made a lot of progress on unpacking the food supplies. “You’ve thought quite a bit about this,” I said. She reached for my hand, which I took, and then jumped from the counter. “Of course,” she said. “I also should try to earn my keep.” I was please her restocking effort, but I also felt a little guilty for not doing it myself. It was not like there was anything else for me to do and I was required to restock instead of letting the supplies sit in the hallway. The only thing I had done besides parking the dry goods on the tables and against the wall was pulling the pallet of frozen goods into the freezer. ### That evening we ate a feast. The proper ingredients were easier to find and Alison gave the meal a woman’s touch. We even had a salad before the meal and she had crawled through the frozen foods to find some ice cream for dessert. She stuck her fork in the lettuce and held it up. “This is pretty good,” she said. “Where do you get green lettuce?” “Um,” I said, “all lettuce is green. That is how it grows on Earth, except there it is greener and not freeze-dried.” “Lettuce is black on Epsilon Eridani III. Most plants are black there. You can only see the amazing color patterns if you wear infrared glasses. Most animals and insects see in infrared on Eridani III, so no plants are really colorful to humans.” “Sounds depressing,” I said. “Well, I grew up that way. How much difference can colorful plants make?” she asked. “Women like to get colorful flowers,” I said. “In fact my wife used to love it when I brought her flowers, especially when there wasn’t a holiday. I brought them to her because I loved her.” A wave of disappointment washed across Alison’s face. “You’re married?” “She died in an aircar accident,” I whispered. It was all I could do not to cry. “We argued the last time she and I spoke, and now she is gone.” “I’m so sorry,” said Alison. She paused for a moment, but apparently thought it was okay to say what she was going to say. “I know how you feel. I argued with my parents before I left on the Fortune. With time dilation, I thought I wouldn’t see them again. I don’t know what happened to them or anyone else I left behind. I felt guilty about it for the whole trip to Earth. That’s probably the reason I started wetting.” “But now you can go back home in about six months and see them within the year,” I said. “That’s true, but Mom and Dad are almost seventy. I hope they are still around when I visit again.” We finished the meal and by the time we started on dessert, the conversations had moved to lighter subjects. “They usually just spray paint the leaves of existing trees and flowers when they do movie scenes that are set on Earth,” she said. “Of course now with FTL, they can now bring real Earth plant seeds to use in sets.” “They’ll probably need to use special lights if they want them to grow,” I said. Suddenly an awful smell filled the air. I wrinkled my nose and then looked around for the source of the smell. “Oops,” said Alison. Her face turned red and she smiled slyly. “You didn’t?” I said astonished. She took one last bite of her dessert and then stood up. “I’ll go shower,” she said. She turned and waddled away with an obvious bulge in the back of her EVA diaper. ### The next day I caught her in a wet diaper. “Alison,” I asked, “are you trying to get to the bathroom on time?” “I am wearing a diaper,” she said. “I don’t really need to worry about getting up to use the restroom. Besides you don’t tease me like the other crewmembers of the Fortune.” I sighed. “You know you can become dependent on diapers if you don’t try to avoid accidents. You don’t really want to deal with diapers when you get to the beach on Earth and want to wear a bikini.” She nodded. “You are being nice about this. I still might have accidents, but I promise I’ll try to make it to the bathroom.” “Good,” I said. “That is all I ask.” After that she made more of an effort to get to the bathroom. She still used her diapers at night when she was in bed, but I didn’t notice her sitting in a wet diaper as often during the day. ### When we had been together for almost five months, the incoming ship alarm went off. I raced to the control room and Alison followed behind. “What’s that sound?” she asked. “Our ticket to Earth,” I said. “We can tow your ship back to Earth so you can sell your cargo and then arrange passage back to Eridani. You might even make enough on your cargo to buy an FTL drive for your ship, make repairs, and head back home to see your parents.” “I’ll believe that when I see it,” she said. I picked up the mike. “Gemini, this is Triton Station. Please state your ETA and intentions.” I waited for the time for the round trip communication. “This is Gemini. ETA is six days and our intentions are resupply and relief for station personnel,” the voice from the speaker said. “There is a straggler ship in orbit around Neptune,” I said. “Will a trip to tow it back to the inner system be possible,” I asked. “The ship’s hull was breached and most of the crew were killed, but one surviving crewperson was evacuated to the station. Will passage for her be possible?” I waited for the communication lag again. “Yes,” said the transmission from Gemini, “we’ll clear some room for an additional passenger.” “Here that?” I said as I turned to Alison. “I told you they would...” My voice trailed off. Alison was gone. ### “None of the crew of Gemini could find any trace she was on the station at all,” said Dr Emily Gleeson. “Why do you think that is?” “I don’t know. She had to be on the station somewhere. No space suits were missing and the shuttle was the same way I left it when we arrived from the Fortune,” I said. “Where was there to hide on the station?” she asked. “Never mind. Please finish your story.” ### In the final week when I was awaiting the arrival of the relief ship Gemini, I search the station from top to bottom looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. I searched the galley, the lounge, my quarters, the restrooms, and even the sanitary tank reservoirs. The latter was the most disgusting place to look, but I didn’t care. I had to find her. I then checked the shuttle. It was in its slip and it was empty. The cleaning bot I had put on the chair had even cleaned Alison’s pee stain. It was still trapped in the immaculately cleaned shuttle and fled through the door as soon as I had opened it. Obviously no one used the shuttles. I also checked out the suit lockers. All the suits were accounted for. I suddenly had a horrible thought. I quickly readied a suit and put it on. I then exited the station through the only airlock in that building. What if she had left without a suit? I walked all around the station, even though I knew she couldn’t make it ten feet without a space suit. Triton’s outdoor temperature was almost 400 below zero on the Fahrenheit scale. I finally went back inside. The crew of the Gemini found no sign of her either. Finally, I had to get on the ship and go home alone. Instead of going to Mars I was sent straight to Earth. ### “So what is the official story about where she went?” I asked. “She never existed,” said Dr Emily. “You made her up.” “But she was there. I saw her. If she didn’t exist, then who put away the supplies? Who did the deep cleaning of the station? Who did I talk to for almost five months?” It was a ridiculous idea the Alison Randall did not exist. “I suppose you are going to say that the SS Fortune doesn’t exist.” “No,” said Dr. Emily, “I’m not. I am going to say that Alison Randall never came down from the Fortune once you saw her.” She pushed a button and a wall panel moved aside revealing a view screen. “Watch the view screen.” A camera moved around the inside of the SS Fortune. The floating camera came to a door that said, “Spine.” An arm reached up and opened the door to reveal another airless compartment beyond. Inside a body floated. The figure was frozen in the moment that air had escaped the compartment. She was trying to pull on a space suit but hadn’t got it pulled up higher than her legs. She only wore a t-shirt and an EVA diaper. “They all died two months before they reached Neptunes orbit. That’s Alison Randall floating there. She was dead all along. Your brain pulled her image off out and used her so you wouldn’t have to think about your loneliness.” “It can’t be,” I said. “Who wet the co-pilot’s seat in the shuttle? Surely the video log in the shuttle caught that.” “It did,” said Dr. Emily. “It showed you knocking your coffee over onto the co-pilot’s chair.” She pulled up another screen and I saw the coffee cup fall over and create a circular wet spot on the chair. “No,” I said. “It’s not her.” I pointed to the other view screen. “That is some other girl. Alison came back to the station with me.” “Look,” said Dr. Emily. The body rotated until I could see her from the front. The nametag area of her shirt said Alison Randell. She looked the same as Alison, but her skin was a bluish shade. She almost looked like the way my wife when they dragged her body from the crashed aircar. I felt empty then and I felt just as empty now.
  14. A glimpse at my latest story. Let me know what you think. May Frond meets Doctor Wet when he invites her into a portaloo that's bigger on the inside than the outside. Oh and it also travels through space. More details here. Chapter 1 - May Frond and the Wet Doctor “Your name is May Frond? Seriously?” “That’s what you want to focus on? We’re about to die and you want to talk about my name?” “We’re not going to die. I’m going in here. Coming?” The gate splintered. We had seconds at most before the dogs made it through. I wanted to know who this stranger was who seemed to have appeared from nowhere but I was more concerned by the animals that seemed intent on tearing me to pieces. “Are you going to join me or what?” I turned to see him disappear inside a portaloo, the door swinging open as he leaned back out. “I knew a May Frond once. It was a while ago now. Met her at a party. Anyway, are you coming? Only I’ve got to get going.” The gates bent inwards and the head of a huge dog lunged through the gap, teeth bared as it struggled to reach me. “Is there room for me too?” I asked as I ran to the portaloo, stumbling as I stepped inside, falling and sliding along a steel floor. A steel floor that shouldn’t have been there. I looked up. “Where the hell am I?” “Ah, yes, should have said. It’s not a normal portaloo.” “You’re not kidding.” We were inside some kind of huge room, walls towering up above us. Consoles and levers lined the walls and a number of archways led off into darkness. It couldn’t have looked more like a spaceship if Patrick Stewart had appeared in front of me with a phaser in his hand. I climbed to my feet and moved to the door, stepping back outside, trying to work out what was going on. I ran round the portaloo as the dogs continued hurling themselves at the gate. It gave way with a crash and they hurtled towards me as I leapt back through the portaloo door, pulling it shut behind me. I leaned against it, panting for breath and trying to calm myself down as the man pressed buttons and turned a ship’s wheel sticking out from the wall. There was a rumbling sound and the floor began to shake. “What’s happening?” I asked, grabbing onto a handrail and hanging on to save myself from falling. “We’re taking off of course. So tell me, how you end up with the name May Frond?” “Why, what’s your name?” “People tend to call me the wet doctor.” I burst out laughing, unable to control myself. “You’re mocking my name when you’re called the wet doctor? Grow up in a pond did you?” “I like wet things.” He glared at me, the smile slipping from his face just as a roaring sound filled the air. “Hang on Frond!” he called out, pressing buttons beside him before running to the other side of the room. “We’re stuck. No, no, no! The engine needs reconstituting. I’ll be back.” He ran down a set of spiral stairs into the depths below us, leaving me alone. I took the chance to think over out what the hell had happened to me in the last hour. I’d begun the day with one job. I’d been booked over the phone for a stag party at lunchtime. Standard stuff, or so I thought. I turned up in my usual policewoman uniform, pretended to arrest the groom and then handcuffed him to his chair. I stood on the table above him, pulling open my white shirt but leaving my hat and tie on. When I buried his face in my chest, he gagged and for a moment I thought he was having a heart attack. Turned out he’d just come, I mean I was only topless and he’d lost it already. I felt sorry for his bride to be. His eyes looked vacantly at me, almost as if he was hypnotised. I carried on the act, wanting to make sure I still got paid. I planted a kiss on the groom’s cheek and then got to my feet, towering over him whilst the others cheered. I lifted my black miniskirt to reveal my lack of underwear. The groom gasped and I thought he might have been about to come for a second time. But he managed a smile, even as his cheeks burnt bright red. I planted my feet on the edge of the table and thrust my hips towards him, trying to remember the lines of the poem I’d been told to recite. “Mickey, Mickey, you’re about to marry Here’s a memory for you to carry You need the lipstick gone from your last kiss So Constable hotpants will wipe it with piss” It wasn’t a great poem but then I hadn’t written it. I spread the lips of my pussy and tried to shout above the drunken noise. “Are you going to come quietly?” I was about to pee on him, not the normal way I end my act but they’d paid me an extra hundred to do it and I really needed the money. At that point it all went mad. The man started thrashing, trying to escape his handcuffs, an inhuman scream emanating from his throat. A tiny spray of pee escaped me, hitting his face and making him scream even louder. A sparkly gold dust seemed to pour out of his throat and then I noticed a gleaming dot in the air, hovering by his mouth before a drop of my pee hit it and it darkened, vanishing forever. At that moment the door at the end of the room opened and a furious woman appeared, holding two massive dogs at the end of chains. They growled at me as she screamed for silence. I managed to clench my muscles and hold in the rest of my pee, no longer sure what the hell was going on. “Stop! Don’t you dare pee on him!” I pulled my skirt back into place, ignoring the slight ache from my bladder as it struggled to hold back the piss I’d been about to let go. I climbed down from the table as I buttoned my shirt back up, not an easy thing to do. “Where’s the wet doctor?” the woman asked as I walked the length of the table. The silence around us was deafening. I stopped at the end of the table and faced her, trying to avoid the snarling dogs. “I said, where’s the wet doctor?” The woman was struggling to hold the dogs as they strained to reach me, ready to tear me to shreds. “I need my fee,” I said, looking down at the guy who’d hired me. He refused to make eye contact. “And I’ve no idea who you’re talking about.” “Maybe this will help you remember him,” the woman said. I looked down to see the chains slip from her hands. The two dogs raced towards me and I turned and ran, almost tripping over my feet in my haste as I jumped out of the open window and into the yard. I pushed the window closed behind me as the dogs crashed into the glass. I noticed a length of wood leaning on the wall and managed to lean it against the window, helping keep it shut. The dogs took one last look at me and then disappeared back into the pub. I sighed with relief, thinking the woman must have got them under control. “Good afternoon officer.” I turned round to see a man emerging from a portaloo. “Care to join me in here?” There was a growling sound and something slammed against the gate to the yard. I realised the dogs had run round to try and reach me again. I swore under my breath as the man came to stand beside me. “What’s your name?” he asked, straightening his tie as he stared up at the clouds, seemingly indifferent to the sound of growling and snarling. Chapter 2 – Amy Frond and the Goldazoids Thinking back, maybe he came along at just the right moment. At least I was safe in here, although where here was, I still didn’t know. I could hear hammering coming from far below me as my breathing slowly returned to normal. My bladder reminded me of its presence, sending painful signals to my brain as I paced round the room. I wondered if there was a toilet somewhere I could use. The tunnels leading away from the room all led to locked doors when I checked them. Here I was inside the only portaloo in the world that didn’t seem to have anywhere at all for people to pee. “Frond, come down here,” the man shouted. I headed down the stairs, desperation increasing with every step. By the time I reached him, I was absolutely bursting for the toilet. “I should explain,” he said, his head appearing from under a mass of wires, screwdriver in hand. “They weren’t people and that wasn’t a real stag party.” “What was it then?” I asked, crouching down to talk to him as he worked. “That was a goldazoid in there. Well a pair of goldazoids actually. Nasty creatures.” “What?” “Goldazoids. They’re about the size of a full stop but when they get inside a host and take over it’s only a matter of time before everyone on the planet gets infected. I found out about them just in time. Tracked them down but couldn’t risk them recognising me. I needed someone to bring them out of hiding.” “Me?” “Exactly. I hired you for the party. Sorry about that.” “How did you know your plan would work?” “Goldazoids have one major weakness. Urine is fatal to them. I hoped you’d find the goldazoid but you found two of them. And killed one. Well done. Now brace yourself. I think this should do it.” He twisted a green and red cable together and then climbed back out, leading me up the stairs back to the console room. “I’m going to need your help Frond. We’re about to disturb the remaining goldazoid. She’ll be back at her office by now. But I need something from you.” “I need something too. Is there a bathroom in here anywhere?” He pushed a lever and a rumbling sound began. We were moving once more. “Perfect.” “I said…” “I heard you.” He grabbed my hands in his and looked into my eyes. “We’ve got five minutes to save the earth and it’s vitally important you hold in your pee. Can you do it Frond?” There was an enormous bump, the whole place shook and I fell into his arms. He held me for just a moment too long, our eyes meeting. “We’ve landed,” he said, pushing open the door. We stepped out into an office. I had no idea how we’d got here but there was no time to ponder things. The portaloo looked quite out of place in here. We seemed to have interrupted a meeting as everyone turned to look at me, including the furious woman from the pub. “You,” she hissed, running towards me. “You killed my love, my all.” She lunged at me but the wet doctor pushed me aside with lightning reflexes. The woman stumbled into the portaloo and the wet doctor grabbed me, pulling me in after her and slamming the door shut before anyone else could even move. He flicked a switch, there was a rumble and we were flying again. The wet doctor was on his back and the woman was straddling him, holding his arms against the floor. “Help me Frond,” he called, panic flashing across his face. “Piss on her, now!” It was the order I’d been dying to hear, my bladder ready to burst. I lifted my miniskirt, revealing my bare pussy to the wet doctor, his eyes widened at the sight. To be continued here... What do you think so far? Can you tell I watch sci-fi?
  15. Marin

    Chapter 1) The first day.

    During the start of the twenty first century, Japanese scientist Mitsuyuki Ikeda developed a method for extracting proteins from feces, ultimately creating artificial steak that became known as poop burgers, turd burgers, and a number of other ridiculing names. For decades, people dismissed the idea as being unsanitary and just plain unpleasant. Additionally, the meat was worth twenty to thirty times that of typical steak. To remedy this, Mitsuyuki worked with a team of American genetic engineers to develop a more profitable way to extract the proteins. They genetically modified a kind of tropical fungus to devour the bacteria found in feces and produce the proteins they contained. While this method proved to be far more affordable, the psychological factors lead scientists to use this meat as animal feed. The fungus got into the meat it produced for livestock and infected them and the people who ate them. Though the infection proved to have minimal effects on human beings or their live stock, the fungus made it's way to the sewer drains into the ocean, climbed to shore and infested the land. At first people were intrieged with the mushrooms that began to grow in their yards, but it became a serious infestation that destroyed vital farm lands. With panic spreading faster than the “sewer mushrooms” as they called it, the government resorted to a desperate tactic they called “mushroom hunting.” This meant that the Japanese government would take extreme measures to prevent the fungus from spreading any further beyond its borders, and hopefully, putting the fungus to extinction. Chapter One My name is Anzu Kohaku. I was born here in Takahashi Japan. I have short, slick, light purple hair to match my eyes that falls to the bottom of my neck and curves slightly inward. I also have these stupid freckles on my big, puffy cheeks that my grandmother likes to pinch. Everyone always tells me they make me look cute, but I don’t like them. I’ve always been shorter than all the other students too, and I would always struggle in gym class. I’ll never be able to ask out Hiroyuki Rokou like this! Anyway, there’s been a serious mushroom infestation destroying crops lately. They say it infects people too, though they haven't found any serious symptoms yet. It just makes you poop a little different. However, I hope it doesn’t spread to Takahashi. It’s already spread to other parts of the world. Today should be a pretty normal day at school with my friends, Kyoko and Hiroshi. “Hi Kyoko!” I greeted. Kyoko was my best friend in the whole world. We’ve been friends since grade school. She has long, green, thick, wavy hair that falls all the way down to her lower back. Her body is amazing! The curvature of her hips, the size of her chest, and she’s 163cm tall (five foot two). I’m only 146cm, and I have a flat chest! Sometimes I wonder if I hang out with her because I like her or because I envy her! She’s had at least sixteen boy friends in her past. As for me, zero. My life stinks! “Hi Anzu. Have you seen Hiroshi?” “No, I haven’t seen him anywhere.” “Oh, I hope he’s not sick or something.” I hope he doesn’t have bowel mushrooms! I mused. “Anyway, did you hear?" Kyoko inquired. "The government’s going to try to stop the mushroom from spreading.” “Yeah. I heard their going to block off all the toilets in the area to keep people from using them.” "Why the hell would they do that?!" "They say it'll stop the mushroom from cultivating in the sewer lines until they can clean it out." “Really!” Kyoko rolled her eyes. “Why don’t they just give everyone medicine or something and do things normally for once?!” “I don't know.” I puzzled. "Do they even have medicines like that?" “Guess not.” “Yeah, because if they did, they'd probably be giving them to us right now.” “Yeah, I guess so. But how would you even go to the bathroom anymore? Pee in the bushes? Dig a hole in the ground?” “I don’t know.” Things have been getting pretty weird at the school lately with this mushroom going around. What if the food market colapses and we all starve! DX “Anzu, don’t look now but here comes Rokou san.” Hiroyuki Rokou?! The boy of my dreams?! The one with thick, wavey, dirty blonde hair and defined muscle tone?! The one with those luminous blue eyes who’s 171 cm tall?! The one who makes me wet myself every time I lay eyes on his angelic beauty?! “Hi Kohaku san!” He smiled warmly at me. “EEP! H-Hi R-Rokurou san!” I stuttered before he walked off. “Whew!” The bell rang for class to start and my friend and I had to go separate ways. My bladder’s starting to act up. I should probably use the toilet before I go to class, but if I’m late for sensei’s class again I’ll be suspended. I’ll just go next period. “I have an announcement to make about the mushroom before we start class this morning.” Said the sensei. He teaches biology, the most boring subject in school. “So, is it an actual mushroom that grows out of peoples butts?” Someone asked. The class snickered. “This is serious business guys. We could starve in the next ten years. As for your question, the fungus looks more like mold from the time of infection. It doesn't actually grow mushrooms inside your bodies, just mold at best. You wouldn't notice it though because it only feeds on your feces. It just makes your poop softer. When depleted, however, the fungus dose sprout mushrooms, and that’s where the real problem arises, because mushrooms have spores that the wind caries off in the air. New fungi are born from those spores when they get land on farm land, and that brings us to our announcement. To prevent the fungus from spreading through you, prepare yourselves, the government has issued strict orders for it's citizens in certain states to wear depends. Plumbers will be confiscating our toilets and replacing them with tiles until further notice.” The crowd began to buzz. “Diapers, really?!” one student retorted to another. “Why can't we just use port-a-potties!?” "Because port-a-potties are two expensive for the government to provide and we need the funds to deal with the main problem at hand." Sensei replied. “I know how disturbing it seems, but if you think about it, astronauts had to wear adult diapers in outer space during voyages. So it’s not completely out of the ordinary. “Gee, thanks!” Another student retorted. “It will feel very weird for the first week or two" "You think?" "But you’ll eventually get used to the idea. This is a matter of survival now, and we’ll do whatever it takes to deal with this situation.” Diapers!? How will I gain the courage to ask Hiroyuki out now?! And to think that he’ll be wearing diapers too, and my parents! This is so embarrassing! Stupid Mitsuyuki and his stupid poop burgers and his stupid experiments with his stupid mushrooms! Ooohhh! I really need the toilet now! I couldn't sit still. My bladder bulged at the thought of wearing diapers. I started shifting in my seat in a sad attempt to get comfortable. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs and shifting my butt back and forth. I tried really hard to sit still, but I couldn't concentrate on the lesson. It seemed to drag on. The clock ticked as slowly as possible just to make me mad. Only half way through class, my bladder became really full. I started rocking in my seat and pressing my hands into my crotch to stem the urge. “Are you okay Anzu?” Someone asked me. “Uh, y-yes, of course! Why wouldn’t I be? Hehehe! Eeep!” I through my hands down to my crotch as I felt a wet spurt of pee spit into my plain white panties and form a small dark spot. They had a sewn line that connected the panties around the groin area, you know, the standard type. Though the damage was minimal, it had begun. The lips of my girlhood felt wet and slippery, as if breaching the first line of defense. Now I had to manage with sheer will power. “Yeah, okay Anzu. Look, we’re all a little nervous about this whole thing. I hope this ends soon.” Nerves, when I thought about it, I figured it was nerves. “I hope so too!” I sighed. Nerves or no nerves, I still had to pee really badly. I felt my legs quivering from the pressure. Fifteen minutes had passed and I was double crossed. My double crossed legs bounced up and down and I rocked frantically back and forth. I could barely concentrate on my bladder, let alone the lesson. I just waited anxiously for the class to end so I could use the toilet. I couldn't stop groaning as the pressure wined at my flood gates. Another slippery spurt leaked in my underwear. My face burned red hot from the warm, gush of liquid now leaking onto the seat through my skirt. The dark spot on my panties grew into a marble, but the stain on my skirt was as big as my ear, making my whole crotch feel damp. A tear dripped from my eye when I looked up at the clock and realized I still had thirteen minutes to go. Three minutes had gone by and a slow, gradual stream of liquid oozed out and groped my butt cheeks. A puddle formed at the seat of my skirt bigger than a baseball, but I was stubborn. I felt wet and miserable sitting in my own toilet seat. I only hoped I could leave early enough to beat the line up at the toilets. I crammed my fists in my crotch to hold it, and I realized that it was my own weakness and fatigue that allowed spurts to come through. With every waking breath I felt myself slowly going insane. The clocked ticked exponentially slower until finally, a miracle happened. The bell rang. I sprang up from my wet seat when I was interrupted by my sensei. “Anzu!” He shouted promptly. I froze in place with my underwear dripping urine on the floor. The class erupted into shocked laughter seeing the obvious splotch on the back of my school uniform, a green skirt with a white strip along the bottom, a white shirt and red tie. It took at least a minute it seemed for the class to settle down. “I just need a couple of minutes to finish this up okay?” He smiled warmly. A couple minutes!? My heart sank. At that point I could barely wait two minutes if I was lucky, but I knew in my heard the line was building up at the door as we speak, and I’d have to get to my next class by the time the wait was over. I would have to sit through a whole other class like this. Tears streamed down my eyes. I sat in my puddle defeated. It took him three minutes to realize that he would need to continue the lesson tomorrow, and dismissed us. In a panic, everyone crammed their books in their bags. I rushed out the door with false hope and saw that the dreaded line was there. I waddled to my next class and sat down in the seat with my wet skirt, looking up at the clock. I poured my entire body and soul into keeping myself from getting any soggier. I just took deep breaths and meditated during the class to calm myself down. I tried to think about other things, like my friends, and Hiroyuki, the boy of my dreams. Despite the blaring, throbbing pain in my bladder, I was able to wait a little longer. I just challenged myself to go as long as I could without checking the clock. Pretty soon I found myself at a mental sleep state. “Anzu!” “Huh, oh, yes sensei?” “Pay attention, this is important.” There goes my happy place, at least my skirt dried a little bit. I dared to look up at the clock. Fifteen minutes. In all that time, only fifteen minutes had passed. I felt my crotch lips spazing out as they spilled drop after drop into the seat. My panties were soaked to the bone by now. I quivered at the warm slippery feeling of pee drenching the bottom of my skirt. I forced my fist into my crotch and managed to stem the flow. By that time the puddle had grown to the size of a basketball, easy. I crushed my vagina in the clench of my fist until it hurt, but it was the only thing pinching off the flow. The front of my skirt got wet from the panties underneath. I just had to hold it until the end of class. I began to shiver and sweat. My body grew cold. My mind began to go numb. I squirmed in my seat like an angry eel in a pot of boiling water. My butt squirmed in my wet seat and my legs rubbed hard against each other, shifting left and right, up and down, all around. There was no rhyme or reason to my patterns at that point. I just squirmed randomly as the pressure pressed hard enough to compete with the clutch of my hands. Another long squirt slipped through my skirt and past my fingers. I checked the clock at least every five minutes, if I was lucky, then soon I started checking the clock every thirty seconds. I still had twenty four minutes to go till the end of class. To make matters worse, I felt pressure coming from my bowels. It couldn't get any worse. “Anzu. You think you can help me solve this? I always forget how to cross cancel here.” I froze. “Anzu, can you come up and help me solve this?” Tears started to flood my eyes. I quivered with desperation. I felt a sudden, long stream of pee leak before I got a grip again. The puddle started to peak out from under my skirt. “No sensei!” I cried. “I can’t!” “Why not?” She puzzled. I paused for a long time with my face all but catching fire. “I need the toilet!” “Toilet, why didn’t you say so!? Hurry, before you regret it!” My brain just blew a fuse. Why didn't I just ask!???? Without a moments delay, I tried to stand up, but the rock hard pressure in my bladder forbade me to move. The class stared in awe as they watched. “I can’t move!” I cried. “Uh oh! Marcy?” She looked over at a Swedish transfer student. “Can you help her?” “Yeah!” She promptly got up and rushed over to my rescue, but I couldn't move. She was the thinnest, lankiest, most flat chested girl in the school, even more flat chested than me, but slightly taller too. She had a bright, highlight blond ponytail braided down to her upper back. She tried to hoist me out of my seat. “STOP STOP, Stop! I'm gunna!” I groaned and whimpered. A powerful, audible jet of urine shot through my fingers and the puddle became more visible. My fragile tissue hung on by a mere pinky. She quickly shot her hand under my butt and lifted me up without breaking a sweat. She felt short, spazmic jets of pee shooting against her hand. She ran out of the room, cradling me in one arm while opening the door with the other. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Every one saw it. She put me down and let me stand on my own. She saw short strings of pee spill from under my sopping wet skirt while I still had my hands rammed in the hole. “Uh, oh! You think you’re going to make it?” “I don’t…” “Just hold it a little longer, we’re almost there okay?” Without saying a word, I let her drag me across the hall way, holding one of my hands. I got a grip and managed to hold it in until we got around the corner, but my heart started pounding when I heard activity going on where the toilets were. My pupils dilated. The plumbers had already come to take our toilets, and we didn't even have diapers yet. It crushed me. I stood in the hallway next to Marcy and let the pee spray into the ground. It flooded my panties completely. A wet splotch crept down the front of my skirt and my pee spilled into the ground below, flowing down my legs and flooding my black, slip-on shoes and short white socks. I sobbed openly in the hallway while Marcy looked away to give me privacy. “Don’t worry about it.” She perked while urine flooded my butt with wet stickiness. It flooded my entire spine with putrid shame. I buried my face in my hands. I wanted to die. I wanted someone to just shoot me with a tranquilizer, or better yet, a bullet. I wanted to puke. “Hey hey hey! Cripes, it’s not that big-a-deal! I peed my pants in the car once!” I tried to calm down a little as I hiced. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll join you.” "W-wait, what?!" She pinched her skirt between her legs and stood there for a minute or two before I noticed pee trickling down her legs and a splotch sprawling over the front and back of her skirt. Marcy’s pee sprinkled into the floor and added to my puddle, making her socks wet too. The plumbers took notice and tried not to stare until their boss out-right smacked them upside the head. “Get to work!” He scolded. Marcy and I took notice. I have to admit, it did make me feel better to see that I wasn't alone any more. Maybe it wasn't such a big deal. "Feel better?" "You didn't have to do that." I told her. "Sure I did. It made you stop crying didn't it? Now let’s go get cleaned up.” We walked down to the locker rooms where we’d fetch our gym uniforms. That's the end of Chapter one.
  16. ashishgamer

    The nosy visor

    Ryan is an average high school student with a special interest in biology, physics and omorashi :p. He has been a fan of omorashi ever since he can remember but has never confessed to anyone. He loves seeing girls dancing for the loo but it has been ages since he has seen a girl wet herself. It was just an average day for Ryan. He got up, showered, had some breakfast and went to the school. He was just sitting in his class fiddling with his pen during the bio class. It was the last class and he hadn't peed since morning so he was getting a bit uncomfortable. He was constantly holding his crotch and waiting for the class to get over which was still half an hour ahead. Moreover, the topic going in the class was urinary bladder which was not helping at all. "I have an important announcement to make!", the teacher said. 'What can it be?',Ryan thought. "As you all know, the inter-school science competition is coming near so I and Mr. Pradeep (the physics teacher) are going to help a few willing students make a special device." "What is it, Ms. Ruchi?", Ryan asked. He being one of her favorite students, he will have to be on the team to make the device. "The nosy visor.", Ms Ruchi said. 'huh? what kind of a stupid device is that?' Ryan thought. "It will be a special device which will help those suffering with cold to dispose off the mucus in their nose by giving it to another person's nose who has less mucus. It will help those suffering from a disease in which a person needs to be donated mucus. It will work wirelessly and will complete the job within seconds." 'At this time, I need more of a visor which can transfer my pee to someone', Ryan said, leaking a drop in his pants. "So, anyone interested?", the teacher asked. Ryan and two other students raised their hands. "Great", the teacher said and noted down their names- Ryan, Genelia and Prachi. "Meet me after the class." 'Fuck', Ryan thought. 'now it will be longer till I can use the toilet.' He said looking at his watch. It was just 5 minutes to go. When the bell rang, Ms. Ruchi asked the three to come with her. They went to the physics lab were they were going to meet Mr. Pradeep. "Ms. Ruchi, can I go to the toilet once?"Ryan asked. "No. It will just take 10 minutes" She said looking at his dick. 'I dont think I have that much time :(' He thought.
  17. daveshuyi

    female Star Wars Images

    Take a look through these profiles, there are a lot of pee pictures in them. They are very well done. http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/darthhell/profile http://darthhell.deviantart.com/ http://www.imagefap.com/profile/darthhell/galleries
  18. Impressa

    Human Inefficiency

    Here goes with something I've been meaning to write for a while. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap-drip. Tap-drip-drip. Tap-drip-tap. For the first perhaps half hour of the rain, she tried to count the intervals between droplets falling on the roof and seeping through to fall loudly against the floor. This was her new home. A cold damp place of bare concrete that- Tap-drip-tap. Water cold against the back of her neck, getting somehow underneath her tight bodysuit as it licked the stamp-sized patch of bare skin between her hair and her collar. She could feel the raindrop under the form-fitting cool material as an even colder ribbon dragged down her spine, and squirmed a little until the sensation was gone. This was certainly going to be enjoyable. She was perfect, way beyond human in strength and agility and - she knew this from the looks she got in nightclubs - beauty. Skin perfectly milky-pale and never going to age. Her left arm and leg smooth ceramic with - and apparently this was someone's fetish, as a stumbling salaryman deeply drunk had confessed - the thin lines of doll-like artificial joints. One eye a microscopic camera, fitting behind a glowing blue visor. She had been tested in this harsh world and come out so much the better for it. Perhaps those parts of her left untouched - the inner workings, those that left her able to get drunk, to need food and so on - were inefficiences. She knew comrades who had had their entire bodies pared down to efficient, cold machinery. She liked fallibility, liked the discomforts of humanity. Liked- Drip-drip-drip. She had somehow managed to find a place where the roof leaked more than anywhere else in her shifting about. Her hair - a mixture of the genuine article and soft synthetics - caught the rain and fell in lank clumps over her "good" (of course, worse in technical terms) eye. This, then, this cold shell of a building, was where she was staying. Checking her rifle, and all the other sundries of equipment she would need for this stakeout, she settled down into a corner where there was thankfully a good roof, and waited. Listening, of course, to the rain. - It didn't take much more than an hour or so for the four, five maybe? It couldn't have been more than five, I'd feel it if it was. Five, yes. Five thin, flat beers she'd enjoyed as a last home comfort in the dive-iest of sump bars before setting out to this stupid, stupid stakeout, to work their way into a nagging discomfort in her abdomen. Not that bad, thankfully, not I've got-to-go-miss-please-miss bad that would have her dashing for the nearest useful cover, just the sort of dull reminder - hey, remember us? - that had she been on a long car trip as a child would have been an invitation to bad traffic and closed rest stops. She'd put up with worse. Had to, in fact. Often voluntarily, and not just on missions. Crammed into a booth watching an idol sing, with the floor heaving and the lights low and everything so loud there was no way you could get to the ladies' even if it was urgent. Of course, in some of the bars she'd drunk in you held it because you just didn't go into the washroom. Involuntarily she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slight resistance of her bodysuit as she did. Drip-drip-tap-drip. The rain must have been getting heavier and each drip was becoming a drip-splash as puddles formed on the floor. It was that - that fluid impact and ripple - that wasn't fun. Each one - and they were so frequent now - was a teasing reminder of what might happen if she didn't do what had to be done. She bit her lip, perfect teeth drawing a drop of blood from perfect deep apple-red lips. This was one of those times that human inefficiency was less amusing. The urge was growing - not a lot, it was now probably at the stage where had she been younger she'd have been looking urgently around for that blessed sign of the stick-figure woman, or if she could see one trying to summon up the courage to ask to go. But now it couldn't be ignored, and it was going to - if she didn't do anything - go from a reminder to something far, far more painful. - She held out - held out in the noble, demure sense that a "proper lady" might, that is keeping her hands well away from down there and not even deigning to cross her legs - for only fifteen minutes more. It was a common joke about those cheap beers that they recycled straight through you and back into the tap for the next go around. Then the situation began to worsen. Her hiding-place was well-sighted over what she was looking at - on the condition she stayed in one room, and that was this one with the leaky roof. Now it was simple logic that if you were going to stay in one place for a long time - and with a job like this it was going to be a day or two - you didn't piss in the same room as you had to wait in. So this left her in something of a predicament. Going next door to ease herself would, of course, leave her not at her post. Acceptable, perhaps, at night - when there was not going to be anything to look at in the office block she was watching. But right now, this was the sort of time (and the clock in her visor reminded her of this) that she needed to be at that post, watching the movements of her target. It was also the sort of time that if anyone was looking for her, they'd see movement. Without even thinking a hand was between her legs, pressing tightly. The need had gone far beyond should probably find a ladies' soon, girl, and straight into there's gonna be a flood. Had this been that hypothetical car ride, and there had been many such real ones in her childhood, she'd have been bouncing in her seat pleading for someone to pull over. Dripdripdripdrip. A deluge of water hit the back of her neck and the shock killed her concentration dead. Before she could relax she felt a sudden slip of relief, and then a warm rivulet down her thigh, down past her knee and - for of course a combat suit wasn't absorbent, straight into her high-heeled boot. Wonderful. There was a frantic scrabbling of eyes-closed prayer and a burning stabbing as she stopped the trickle becoming a torrent. She had to wait. The target would leave the office in half an hour, that she knew, and then - if he wasn't in view - she could dash next door and tear down that zipper and squat and let her own deluge join the falling rain. She tried to keep that thought out of mind almost immediately she had it because the thought of a deluge invited one in her clothing. Minutes dragged by in painful squirming, all sense of propriety abandoned. This was an emergency, and needed desperate measures. Then an idea formed. There was a cleaning-bucket, rusted and battered, but nevertheless right there. Within arm's reach. One hand still clamped right where it was needed, she reached for it with the other and managed to maneuver it into position without ever taking her eyes off the building. Quite an achievement, she thought. They don't give medals for that. Successfully took a piss while keeping her eyes on the target. Easy for a man, probably. Very, very difficult for a woman. Even harder if you couldn't unfasten your zipper. She had to run that through her head again. The zipper on the front of her bodysuit was definitely not moving. No. Nonononononono. This is impossible. She tugged at it again, feeling the slightest of movement and then the grinding of caught teeth. She couldn't refasten it the half-inch it had moved, couldn't continue it downwards. Definitely couldn't slip out of the suit like this. I'm sorry, bladder, kidneys, I'm really sorry but this isn't a good time for you to come calling like this, can we have a little rethink of this? Please? Her need was well into please miss I'm bursting miss I can't hold it any longer, well into tears in the back of the car and a frantic search for a bottle or plastic bag. Well into you should have gone before you came out. She crossed her legs and sighed, hoping the zipper would in time unstick itself just for a brief moment before - as with a dripdripdrip-splash a fresh load of rainwater fell on her head - her all too human body said no. She didn't fight it. The liquid ran in numerous thin lines down her legs, pooling at her feet and slowly - so slowly her first indiscretion was just making itself known - seeping through. Laying back down, feeling in fact quite a lot more comfortable just for a moment - she felt the warm liquid slosh into the toe of her boots, and knew this was definitely going to not be a fun job.
  19. Marin

    Chapter 2) Bloomers

    Warning, this had female and male defecation Chapter Two Marcy and I made our way to the locker rooms to grab the only spare clothes we had left, our gym uniforms. This is so embarrassing! I thought. having to wear our gym uniforms all day, and without panties. Pee sloshed around in our shoes at every step we took. We left a long trail of wet foot prints behind us. Marcy got her gym uniform out first since her locker was closer, then we went to get mine. Marcy and I walked over to the bathroom to find that there were plumbers inside. There was a sign on the door saying "closed for maintenance" except it wasn't for maintenance. The plumbers were inside rounding up the toilets. "Excuse us." Marcy called inside. "Sorry girls, toilets are off limits!" The teacher’s weren't kidding when they said their toilets would be taken away. "You think you can hold it till we..." He interrupted himself as he looked over to see us both standing by the door way in our dripping wet skirts and sparkly legs. "Oh, um..." "We just need somewhere to change." Marcy smiled. I stood behind her, being as shy as I was. "All right. Go ahead and change in that stall over there and I'll get you two some bags for your clothes." "Thank you." "Don't mention it." There were three plumbers working in the bathroom. They gave us some bags to put our wet clothes in and stood off to the side. I slid down my skirt and panties and put them in the bag. My legs sparkled from wetness. My panties were drenched on the bottom where I sat on it. The front side looked pretty soaked too, riding half way up to the band, clear and obvious. My skirt, of course, was wet from front to back. I was soaked to the bone down there. I used the dry part of my skirt to dry off my bare legs. I took off my shoes to pour the pee out into the bag he gave me and dried off my feet. I through my skirt, socks and underwear into the bag and tied it up. It wasn't exactly a grocery bag with handles so it made a really big, bulking knot. Finally, I pulled up my green bloomers and changed my shirt, just so I didn't look like I was naked wearing my school shirt without the school skirt. That didn't help much though. My bloomers were fairly tight on me. The fabrics creases revealed my lady parts, try as I might to fix it. Marcy and I came out of our stalls with our bloomers and bags and bid the guys “good by”. Marcy had it worse then I did with her bloomers, with her body being more shapely then mine. I was glad it wasn't me, but it made me jealous. We had ten minutes left of class by the time we got back. We saw janitors over there mopping up our mess. My face blared red as they saw two girls coming down the hall way with their gym uniforms on, carrying plastic bags. “Sorry guys!” Marcy perked at them, just to make matters worse for me. I really wish she wouldn't attract so much attention to herself. “Don’t worry about it girls. We’ll take care of it.” “Thank you!” It was so embarrassing coming into class with bloomers, and bags! Everyone stared at us on our way in, but they particularly stared at Marcy. For one thing, she was hotter then I was. More importantly, they didn't expect her to wet herself. She didn't have to go near as badly as me, did she? “Marcy?” The teacher puzzled. “What happened to you?” “The bathrooms are officially off limits.” She replied. “Oh, I’m sorry. So you didn't make it either huh?” She turned over to me. I just covered my red, freckled face with my hands and grieved. “I’m sorry girls.” I noticed a small twitch in my bowels that moment and realized I wasn't wearing any underwear under my bloomers. My bloomers revealed more details about my butt crack and privates then I wanted it to. It felt like the cloth was groping me. Anyone could notice the details if they looked. I pulled my shirt down as far as it would go, as if it would help. I noticed my parts weren't as dry as they could be either, so it made a fine, dark line on my bloomers. Marcy let her parts hang out as she sat in her seat. Every boy in the classroom, and some girls, eyed me for the remainder of the class period. Thankfully the bell rang and we made our way to our next class. On the way to history, I bumped into Hiroyuki Rokou. “H-hi Rokou san!” I could never greet him properly. He stopped to greet me back. “Are you going to Gym?” He asked. “O-of course!” “Ah, well gym is that way.” “Oh, right. Um, thanks.” It was a stupid thing for me to say, of course the gym was in the other direction, where Hiroyuki had to walk! I had to walk with him, still carrying my plastic bag. Good grief! “What’s that?” He asked. “Mylunch!!” I replied promptly. “It must have gotten soggy in the car.” “Okay.” He replied, but there was a suspicious tone in his voice. What if he’s on to me?! What if he finds out!? Looking back, either he saw the clothes in my bag, or I smelled funky at the time. Probably both. My pee did stink pretty bad when I wet myself in the hall way. “You don’t have gym next period do you?” He smirked. “Of course I do! I’ll prove it to you!” I yelled at him. I ran off to gym class and slammed the door behind me, leading outside. Unfortunately, that wasn't the right exit either. “Honestly Hiroyuki!” A shapely girl rubbed her forehead at him. “What, it’s pretty obvious isn’t it? She’s carrying her wet clothes around and she smells like my grandmother.” “How can you be so stupid. You never state the obvious with insecure or naive girls.” I waited for Hiroyuki to pass by the hallway so I could head to my next class. It might have been my imagination, but I think my parts showed through the fabric from behind. It sure didn't want to hide my butt cheeks very well. Sweat built up under my purple bangs. “Hi Anzu!” I heard a male voice call out from behind me. I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see a familiar set of flaming orange hair that stuck out all over the place and a pair of red eyes. “Oh, hi Hiroshi.” “Hi, why are you wearing your gym uniform? Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” My eyes trailed off. "Did you pee your pants or something?” “No!! I was just on my way to, uh, gym?” “You're so obvious it's embarrassing!” “I'm not obvious! I just, uh, I had a schedule change! Yeah, that’s it! Hehehehe!” “Look, you’re just a bit freaked out about this whole mushroom thing. You and me both, but it’ll pass soon enough.” “What makes you say that?” “They’ll figure something out. They always do.” “Are you sure?” “Guaranteed!” He smiled with confidence, revealing his missing tooth, and shot me a thumbs up. He always knew how to cheer a girl up, but the mushroom still bothered me. What if the mushroom didn't go away. What if the government couldn't get rid of them before they destroyed all the farm land? I went inside as soon as I saw Hiroyuki pass through the hallway and said goodbye to Hiroshi. Next class was History with Akira Sensei. I loved my sensei from History class. She was always so funny and full of energy. “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD Morning class!” “Good morning.” we greeted. “Everyone take a seat, quickly! We have a lot to do today and so little time to do it!” Everyone seated themselves and awaited further instruction. “Now everybody get up! It’s time to go to an assembly!” She cheered. The class laughed as they stood up to follow her out the door. People’s hearts started pounding when they realized what the assembly would probably be about. Akira Sensei lead us outside where a man waited to explain things in detail. The whole school was outside to listen. “Good morning everyone!” The crowd stirred a little. “First of all, thank you for being mature about this. This is really the last thing we would want to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures.” Speaking of desperate, Hiroshi had been holding in a load since yesterday and his bowels were churning. He had his hands around his stomach as he hunched slightly over, The pressure felt like a weight in his abdomen. He could drop it at any moment. My bowels were acting up too. My bloomers began to ride up my cracks as I squirmed a little. Marcy didn't have too much luck either with her bowels, but she had some time. “So here’s what we’ll do from now on. You’ll be asked to use depends when you need the toilet, obviously. I’m sure you’re teachers already went over that with you. You will use depends from here on out until further notice, which could be months from now. You can not, I repeat, you can NOT, go on the ground anywhere. If you do the mushroom will cultivate in your area. Failure to comply with these strict orders can and will result in immediate arrest. You will be required to supply your own diapers or depends unless you have financial difficulty. If you think you qualify for financial assistance you can submit your request at www.publicemergencey.com, or you can submit at your local stores. They will have forms for you to sign." I felt the pressure increase in my bowels as he spoke. Hiroshi felt his starting to force its way into his briefs, but he held it in. "You will receive a weeks supply of free depends after you get your waists measured for sizing in the nurses office. When the assembly's over, you will return to your classes and resume your normal day. You will be called up to the nurse when they're ready for you. You will also be receiving new uniforms to go over your protection." He pulled out two pares of uniforms. One for girls and one for boys. They were an entirely different design then the ones we had, which was a plain white shirt, a red tie and green skirts with a white strip along the bottom. Our guys uniforms were just plain black suits. These uniforms were bigger and more elaborate. The skirt was elongated to fall to our knees. They were mush bigger and frillier then our green skirts. It was blue with several darker and lighter blue, intersecting strips. The shirt was elongated too. It was a white, frilly button up with a blue collar and a royal blue bow tie around the neck in contrast to the darker blue skirt. For the men, an elongated white button up with a royal blue tie and black dress pants. "Like em'? They'll be your new uniforms from here on out. And for gym..." He held out a plain white t-shirt and a pare of blue, baggy looking gym shorts. "This will be the gym uniform for men and ladies alike." I tapped my feet with anxiety, stepping from foot to foot and bouncing in place. The poop in me wouldn't stop pushing. If this guy didn't finish soon I would soil my bloomers right then and there. "As you know, the mushroom has infested vital farmlands, and it spreads through the air and infects your bowels believe it or not. That's why it's crucial that you cooperate so we can deal with the matter. Before you go and get fitted, we have port-a-potties available for use if you want to use the toilet before you put on your diapers. This will be your last chance ever so make it count. That's all.” Hiroshi hobbled over to the port-a-potties with his legs quivering. He felt one wave after another hit him, and he dropped a marble in his pants. Blushing profusely, he made his way to the lineups that formed at the doors. He stomped his feet on the ground and groaned. He crouched as the load weighed him down. “You wanna cut in front of me?” A girl asked him with the softest, sweetest voice. He didn't delay for one second. He seized the spot in front of her, with three people in front of him to wait for. “Thanks. Nngh!” Suddenly, a log slipped out and dropped into his briefs. “C-can he cut you guys, he really has to go.” That same girl requested the students in front of him. “Uh, yeah, sure.” They agreed. He was at the front of the line, but there was just one more person to wait for. He pounded on the door and begged while he hopped from foot to foot. “Jesus Christ, let me in! I’m going to shit my pants in a second!” “I’m sorry!” A cute voice replied. “I’ll just be a minute.” “Hurry!” He groaned. He dropped another load into his pants and it started to expand outward. He pulled his shirt over it to hide it while a snake started slithering out. “Jesus, hurry!!” “I’m going as fast as I can! Geez! You sound like my brother!” “You sound like my sister!! I’m messing myself here!!” “Okay okay, I’m coming!!” It was too late. He had completely lost control of his sphincter and he loaded his pants with rancid mud. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” “I’m out, I’m out!” The door busted open and out cam Marcy. “I didn't even finish.” He pushed right past her and locked the door behind him. “You’re welcome!” She retorted, but then she sniffed the air and plugged her nose. The other’s in the line followed suit. “Holly shit dude, did you shit yourself!?” “I’ve had enough shit for today, thank you!” He replied. Hiroshi pulled down his pants very carefully to reveal his white bulking briefs. He held it up to keep it from spilling in the wrong place and dropped his load in the toilet. Hiroshi found it difficult to wipe himself completely since the poop had mashed around in his pants and smeared against his cheeks. He went through at least twenty sheets of paper to fully clean himself, and another twenty or more to clean the inside of his briefs. He placed some toilet paper inside his man panties to keep his dirty underwear from rubbing against his skin again and pulled it up. A little bit of toilet paper hung outside the edges of his briefs as he pulled his pant up. “Are you coming out soon?” The sweet girl said. “I really gatta go!” She said, dancing in place with her hands in her crotch. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming!” He stepped out smelling funky for the rest of the day. The girl had three other people to wait for before she could see the light of relief. She bobbed in place anxiously while the line took it's time. At the foot of the door, she lost a small spurt in her panties before the guy in front of her emerged from the port-a-potty. She rushed past him and locked the door behind her. She leaked again before she managed to slide her underwear down and plant herself on the toilet seat. A jet of urine shot from her lips into the toilet as she finally relaxed herself. her pink and flowered underwear had a small wet spot on the front. I waited in line for the toilet, bouncing up and down with pressure in my abdomen. Finally the door opened and I rushed right in. I promptly lifted the toilet seat to find pee on the rim. “Thanks for cleaning up after yourself you pig!” I scolded. I quickly took some toilet paper off the walls to wipe up the mess while I did a potty dance in the port-a-potty. I felt the snake begin to slip out and I caught it just in time, but now my hands were preoccupied. My face flushed red at what I was about to do, but I swallowed my pride and took a deep breath “Un, excuse me! Could someone come in and help me?” I quivered. A snake slipped into my bloomers. “Hurry!!” “I’m coming in.” Said a girl with pink, long hair and green eyes. When she tried the door, it was locked. “Ooohh!” I moaned. “Are you going to be okay?” She asked. “Nooo!!” I whimpered. “Unlock the door for me and I’ll come in and help!” “I can’t!!” “...If it's that bad you could just go in your pants and throw your underwear down the toilet. It is a port-a-potty after all.” “Okay I’m unlocking it, I’m unlocking it!” I pressed as hard as I could to push the load back up, just long enough to take my hands away. I unlocked the door and my hands went right back down to my butt. It was so embarrassing asking someone to help me, but I didn't know what else to do. I already had a lump in my bloomers. The girl came in and locked the door behind her. “What’s the problem?” “The toilet, I need you to cover it up with toilet paper! Pleas hurry!” “S-seriously! Is THAT what’s holding you up?” “Hurry!!” Another long snake loaded my bloomers and they began to bulge and sag. The girl frantically covered the seat in toilet paper while I was completely losing my grip. My sphincter gave in and the muck just spilt into my bloomers. “There, go!!” The girl said. I quickly pulled down my bloomers and finished my business in the toilet. The mess flowed into the hole like tooth paste through my anus. The poop in my bloomers was in plain view for her to see. "Jeez, you weren't kidding." She said. "And you're worried about the toilet seat." I started to cry from the mess I already made in my bloomers. “Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean that!” She patted my back. “It's okay. You made it for the most part.” “That’s the second time today!” I cried. “I don’t have anything else to change into!” When I finished and wiped myself, she dumped out my mess for me and wiped up the inside of my bloomers with toilet paper to the best of her ability. We took up to fifteen minutes to come out, making the other students mad at us. “Whew! That was close!” I heard Kyoko say from the next door port-a-potty. I was not going to enjoy wearing diapers.
  20. krayzeeguy

    female Spatial Concerns

    Spatial Concerns ~Deliveries Delayed~ Eve scanned the surface of the planet from the satellite's position deep in space, the terraforming procedures were going smoothly as the atmosphere of the planet condensed beneath the hovering craft. The Commander stood by her console that overlooked the bridge, her space suit a sheen gray that reflected the light of the sun distal in the spacescape. She sipped her morning nutrients, the sweet nectar that under a full bottle supplies the drinker everything except water content for a whole day. Unknown to her, however, her right hand man had a prank in mind this morning. Today is the day they begin draining the ocean tanks from the incoming water Dreadnought ship. Today is also the day that her first mate, lovers when off duty, snuck in some diuretic into her drink, she always had a strong hold on her crew, her fearsome temperament caused wills to bow and backs to bend. Let's see if we can't get her legs to do the same, he thought to himself. Eve downed another several gulps of the nutrients, the flavor lingered in her mouth before drying it like it eventually does. Not many people actually were able to finish their nutrient bottles in a single day, the Commander however, could probably down more than two if she wasn't warned of nutrient overdosing. She got herself up from the command, pinging the lower team to keep watch and ensure things are on schedule while she went to get water from the small cafeteria quarters. Most of the satellite's space was taken up by engines, comm arrays and other tech storage, what was left was split into common areas and things actual people could use and live in. The strong woman downed two whole glasses and grabbed a third to go, enough to keep her from needing to leave the deck again for a while, she bet. The octagonal pattern of her suit refracted from the gentle luminescence from the inner lights of the station. The suit form-hugging, but thicker than it looked on the thirty-year old woman. "Commander, we're getting a message from the deliverers." One of her crew relayed to her, "There may be a change in plans." Eve made her way into the bridge to find out what was different. Meanwhile, Dirk, her right hand man, was enacting the second part of the operation, their scheduling for years has shown in their daily habits, there was no weekend or weekday, every day was the same, so much so in fact that Dirk knew that Eve goes to the bathroom at least twice earlier in the day before anyone else goes once much at all. With that, he got into the control room, usually left on autopilot as the nanomachines and other working relays would check to see if anything really went wrong. Using his priority keycard, he accessed the maintenance logs of the nanomachines, which swarm about the station with near reckless abandon. They were located far into the weapons bay, where self-defense measures were located, they were doing general cleaning. He modified their logs to show that all the bathrooms on the ship were overdue for full routine checks. It would take the nanomachines at least 4 hours to get to the bathrooms, let alone do a full check, and because of a bug in the system since it's meant to make the machines go to the next directive closest, the directive gets shut off from personnel without proper credentials. With that, the first-mate pulled out his key and saved the changes; his mind played endless tales of how the Commander would go. "So the delivery is delayed?" She asked. "Yes, but not by much, so we can't leave post since their ETA is still only marginally unchanged, they're checking for damage to ensure none of the falling space debris hit them." The comm. man went over, "We'll keep you posted ma'am." "Very well, back to your station soldier." Eve said, taking a sip from her glass, "We can't have a planet without water. The stuff's too important." She sat herself back at her own station, she wondered where her first-mate went, he's usually by her side awaiting orders. Another chug from her nutrients, the commander trying to down what she can so she can focus entirely on her work, but her stomach was full and would complain if it had any more. "Dirk, where are you?" She asked impatiently, "You're not at your station." "Making sure everything's on time." Dirk replied on the local comm, "And using the bathroom, too." "Yeah, yeah, well after you're done lollygagging you can get going to the bridge." She closed the comm and patted the small lump on her stomach from a full meal and got to work, the jumping pixels and dodgy texts were hers to catch and peruse to make sure she caught anything her own crew missed. The beautiful sights of the galaxy lost upon such a busybody. It took Dirk fifteen minutes to get to the deck, "Sorry," he said, noticeably out of breath, "Forgot to make my journal entry for the day." "You and your soft side," Eve replied, "When are you going to stop attaching yourself to things?" Dirk chuckled and said quietly in return, "When you're no longer attached to me." "Work related activities, helps keep the mind open and the body ready," the blonde woman retorted, "Now do me a favor and get these holo-arrays sent to the light-transfer station, I'm going to check a zoom-in on our current planet." "Yes ma'am," Dirk said, upset that he wouldn't be around again within the timeframe for the first effects of the diuretic. In a couple of conversations with his buddies in the med-bay he found out that the diuretic was powerful and in a single dose it practically siphons water from the patient in half an hour. Eve peered into the looking glass on her desk, or rather, a hologram of one, but one all the same. Within it was the cataclysmic stormy activity brewing on the planet. Heat lightning, air rushing through and pushing rocks all about, boulders tumbling from cliffsides, cliffsides tumbling from mountains, it's all chaos without water to absorb some of the blow. Time passed as Eve analyzed the planet, her data matching up with what was happening. Soon, her bladder walls absorbed the blow of her water, and she felt the need to go. But again, the adamant commander refused, she could hold it until the delivery arrived, besides, it was barely a call for nature. It mostly went straight to voicemail. Even gently took another swig of water and finished her notes, forwarding it to the science team. Catching her by surprise though, her bladder knocked again, this time a bit more audibly, Eve put a hand between her legs as if to choke out the upcoming complaints. Just in time for Dirk to catch her doing so, a small grin barely withheld from his face. There were still many hours to go. ~=~=~=~=~ Another small start, I was on the IRC chat and most people were interested in another Sci-Fi, so I brought another! This start is a bit more quiet than the first one, but trust me, it will have just as much of a ride, if not a bit more, than my last work. As always, .doc included and comments appreciated! Spatial Concerns 1.doc
  21. OmoCommando

    The Wild Tempest

    **If you're just joining in on the story, but do not want to cycle through the pages, there is now a condensed version of the story in the fiction section here: The Wild Tempest Welcome to the Wild Tempest! My second interactive story. In here, you will be taking on the role of Captain Isabel Lester, in a sci-fi adventure, investigating an allied ship that has mysteriously reappeared after going missing many months ago. Unlike Nikki's story, going through here will be far more complex and tricky. You will have a mystery on your hands. But effective use of your skills, your tools, your weapons, and most importantly your squad, will lead you to a successfully completed mission. And of course, being on omorashi.org, there will eventually be a pleasant desperation (and possibly wetting) twist. There may even be more than one considering it's a whole squad we're dealing with. Here's the rules and basics: (spoilered for neatness) And with that, let's get started. ============================================== Space. That’s truly all it was. Space. Something that’s a whole lot of nothing. Sure you could see all of the stars and everything, but they were who-knows-how-far away. Space travel could get real old real fast. When your going from one star system to another, one sector to another- hell, one SOCIETAL REGION to another, things would just become so mainstream. You heave a deep sigh, and continue just staring out at the bright streaks whizzing by at light speed. You are Captain Isabel Lester, service number 23499-00844-32, 10 years in the Republic Marine Corps, now leading the special operations team known as "Blue Team". Your Personal Communication Device begins to beep. You pull it out of your belt and flip the switch. “Captain Lester.” It’s Colonel Andersen, your old CO. “Yes, colonel?” You reply. “I have a new mission for you, Isabel. Remember this ship?” On the screen of your PCD, the image of a Republic Cruiser appears next to Andersen’s broadcast. It’s looked like an older class of cruiser, possibly and “Adamant” or even a “Falchion” class, but its irregular silhouette seemed familiar nonetheless. The large cannons on the sides, the awkwardly bulky fighter bays... “The Wild Tempest.” “That’s correct, Captain. The Tempest has suddenly returned to known space, close to the Wild Fringe.” “Any contact from the crew?” “None. The ship won’t answer any hails or communications. Since your team’s closest, we’re sending you to investigate the ship.” Seemed strange. This ship went missing almost nine months ago. For it to suddenly return with no word from the crew... could be looking at trap. “Sir, you said ‘The Wild Fringe?’ What about the Kauranian Empire?” “The ship’s still on our side of the neutral zone, so there shouldn’t be anything they can do about it. Still, under no circumstances are you to provoke an engagement with the Empire.” “Understood sir,” you say, “We’ll head there at once.” Mission time. Whop-dee-do. Well, time to rally the team. _________ You arrive in the armory, where your team awaits you. Michelle, Jenni, and Carly. Blue team was the only all-female spec ops team in the Republic Marines, but at the same time, you also had a reputation for being the most ruthlessly efficient. Nothing got in your way, and you always accomplished your objective. Of course, not only are you a most effective soldier, but you have an incredible team. (from left to right) Michelle Smith, First Lieutenant. Your Executive officer and best friend from the officers training course. A dependable person, albeit a little unstable. She was the unit’s best sniper and scout, loving ambush tactics. Her thirst for danger, her relationship with adversity, it was no wonder the others took to calling her “little miss death wish.” Jennifer Freeman, Second Lieutenant. Preferring “Jenni” with an “I” over anything else, she was a duty and honor bound marine to the core. Followed orders without question and executed them with precision. A bit lacking in the humor department however. On top of these qualities, she was the team’s engineer and technician, knowing her way around any machine or computer system. Jenni was the only member of your team to carry one of those newly issued freeze guns as well. Lastly, Carly Montgomery, also second lieutenant. Charming, talkative, and a knack for blowing stuff up. She could easily be described as the “heart and soul” of the team, and the relationship she has with Michelle is more than amusing. Carly is the team demolitions expert, great at arming and disarming any explosive. She also has a special anti-armor grenade launcher. Each soldier was an incredible asset, and losing just one of them would be a heavy blow to the effectiveness of the team. You quickly passed the mission to them and what would go down. “We’ll board via shuttle, and then try and make our way to the bridge. Any questions?” Jenni piped up. “Do we know how and when the ship came back?” “We know nothing.” You reply. “This whole mission is a big unknown, and that’s why they’re sending us rather than a simple investigation team.” Your team nods in compliance. Now it’s time to suit up. Choose your primary weapon: >GN-535 Submachine gun - Standard issue machine pistol for all republic marines, short range, low power and force, but easy to carry and high ammo capacity. >AR6L Assault Rifle - The primary rifle for all marines, carrying a 40-shot energy cell, and having both auto and semi-auto firing modes make it an excellent field weapon. >M-15 Burst Rifle - Hi powered, three-shot burst firing mode, makes it the marksman’s best weapon for tight quarters. >SG7 Wave gun - Firing bursts of energy wrapped in an EM “wave”, the SG7 operates very much like a 21st century shotgun, but without needing to load individual shells. A close-quarters must-have weapon. Choose your sidearm: >S4L Pistol - Compact and energy efficient, this pistol allows for many shots but doesn’t pack much of a punch. >GN-P30 - a much stronger sidearm available for combat personnel, trading ammo capacity and stability for firepower. >Winston and Thompson M25 Magnum - A pistol that uses individual energy cartridges rather than a magazine, much like old-style revolvers. Low ammo capacity, poor accuracy, and harsh recoil, all of which are offset by this gun’s tremendous firepower. Select Ordinance: >Frag grenade: Typical fragmentation hand grenade, with three second fuse after solid contact with an object, sprays fire and shrapnel across an area of 15 meters. >EC grenade: Electric current grenade that does little damage to organics but devastates machinery, including weapons and helmet optics. >Flash-bang Grenade: Grenade that releases a massive burst of photon energy, briefly disorientating targets by creating a blinding flash and a deafening bang. (hence the name) >Plasma Grenade: Highly deadly grenade that causes mass, unstoppable devastation across a 10 meter area. Misuse of this unstable explosive can easily kill the thrower or nearby allies instantly. Choose your utility: >Bio-regen gel dispenser: Medical utility that administers a tissue-regenerating gel into the blood stream to quickly heal wounds. Your wounds will slowly heal over time. >Adrenaline amplifier: Pumps additional adrenaline into your bloodstream during times of duress, increasing response times and giving you a constant edge in combat against adversaries. >Off-hand ammo pack: Small utility for carrying a few extra energy cells for your weapon or an extra grenade. >Flamethrower: A simple concealable flame projector. Maximum distance of 10 meters, good for approximately a maximum 5 minutes of constant use.
  22. DerivativeWings

    Planet of Desperation

    Preface: A Sci-Fi epic may seem a little ambitious for my very first Omorashi story... However, I am reasonably confident in my ability to write non-Omorashi stuff, so maybe it will translate over? Each chapter will have a number of fetish tags attached to them (Minor desperation, Major desperation, Peeing, ect). The first chapter will partly be used to set up the world this all takes place in, so I urge you to read that one even if it's fairly light on the fetish side of things. I don't mind if people point out spelling errors or the like. Language mistakes annoy me, so I'd like to fix them if I can. This first part of the story will span four chapters and feature Leanore Turnstar, plucky protagonist. And so, without further ado, let's get this show on the road! Chapter 1 - Enter Turnstar! [Minor desperation] Earth, 2041. "Sixteen years ago, we humans learned we were not alone is the universe. The weather was obviously different all over earth when it happened, but, many accounts cite a particularly warm and bright summer day. It was June, after all. We never stood a chance. It was sudden. The only thing separating the idyll of summer and the ominous spacecraft blanketing out the sun was the blink of an eye. Later, we came to understand that a complex set of instructions and demands were telepathically communicated to the leaders of the world. For your average person, however, the following days must have been completely incomprehensible. For the first few minutes, the earth was simply shocked into silence. Then, with a frantic energy, we tried our hardest to understand what was going on. The news went mad, half-truths and conspiracy theories were peddled over the internet, and our leaders and influential figures raced to come out with an official statement. Two hours later, the nukes were fired. In a desperate attempt, some madman military or chief of state lost to history launched several megatons worth of nuclear missiles against the alien spacecraft. This had, seemingly, no effect yet it started a conflict known as the four-day war. Indeed, it took only four days for all of human society to capitulate to the aliens. No, or at least very few lives were lost on either side. Present day, our world has advanced at an incredible pace, thanks to alien technology. The aliens (we now know them as GOFD, or Milky Way Federation) shared some incredible technology, which has improved living conditions all over the globe. The Federation brought many societal changes as well, such as the school system becoming more geared towards sending students to work not only down on earth, but also getting them into positions with the GOFD. Not to mention the somewhat unusual toilet syst-... Are you listening, miss?" The class turned to face Leanore Turnstar (Known as Lea to her friends). She snapped out of her daydream and mustered a slight uh-huh and gave her teacher a little nod. As soon as attention was directed away from her, she once again stared out the window, mindlessly observing the bluish falling leaves. "So, as I was saying, the treaty between the humans and the Federation brought a number of laws and limitations we must follow. The strangest of which is probably the toilet directives. As you all know, all toilets are kept and maintained by the Federation, and you in this class are young enough that you don't even know what it was like before then, but..." Lea knew most of this already. Four restrooms were available at school, two for males and two for females. Yet, instead of queuing up for these bathrooms, everyone was assigned designated break times during which they could enter the toilet. You simply pressed your hand against the door at the right time, and it would open. This was Lea's first class in "Recent History", and she was guessing that this was just them covering the very basics. After all, you'd pretty much have to be blind to not know this stuff. "Hey, Lea..." I mean, teaching a bunch of sixteen year olds about the toilet directives? They've lived with them their whole lives, that's really... "Lea?" She once again left her window, as someone softly called her from her right. "What's up, Eri?" Lea's benchmate and friend, Erisa, always got a bit of a forehead wrinkle when she was fretting about something. Lea turned to face a pretty wrinkled forehead. "Um... When's your next toilet break?" Erisa had kind of a pleading look to her, so Lea was pretty sure she knew where this was going. "Got mine at 12:50, just after lunch. How so?" "Do you think I can have yours?" Erisa was desperately trying to keep her voice down. "I got really unlucky with mine today, I really don't think I'll make it like this" "Sure, no problem" At this, Erisa's face immediately shone up. "Just try to be more careful next time, if you end up relying on me for toilet breaks, that's sure to cause some trouble eventually." Perhaps surprisingly, people were free to swap or even give each other toilet breaks. Lea usually had no issues with the directive due to her rather generous bladder capacity, but she knew several girls who had. "Thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you..." Erisa let out a rather nervous-sounding chuckle while gently fidgeting in her seat. Lea wasn't really how Erisa already had a need this early in the day, maybe she had managed to miss her allotted morning pee somehow?
  23. Ultima01

    Apocalypse Saga

    I expect mixed responses to this. I apologize for the length of this post http://www.writing.c...Apocalypse-Saga This is a story I've been writing for a while now. There haven't been many recent additions on account of my schedule and crap attention span, but I've put a lot of thought into this. I've even used two of it's characters in one of my Role-Plays. The backstory is listed below: Backstory: At the turn of the 21st century, a series of four incredible monoliths were discovered, each representing one of the four elements: Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. These monoliths became known as the Crystal Cores, with each Core denoted by its respective element. Each one dated back to the beginning of Planet Earth. The first to be discovered was the Fire Core, which is reported to be the cause of the Yellowstone Caldera's eruption. This one was insanely hot to the touch. The next was the Earth Core, which was discovered during an excavation project in Tokyo, Japan. In its cavern are thousands of life forms, all new to science. The next was the Wind Core, discovered beneath the foundation of the condemned former KGB Building in Moscow, Russia. This one seemed to generate its own wind, and encouraged immense plant growth. The Water Core, thanks to its location along the Mariana Trench, was the last to be discovered. Around the Core, there was an entire intact city-like landscape, which was codenamed "Atlantis". Interestingly, the Water Core wasn't immediately active upon discovery; it had to be activated by a specific soft touch. Once the Water Core was activated, it rose up to the surface, taking Atlantis with it. What really grabbed people's attention were the crystalline structures surrounding each Crystal Core. These structures are formed from a new element, later named Realium (Rl) by science, and Magicite by the general public. It had an atomic number of 128, and an average mass number of about 320.2, yet it was perfectly stable, making it something of a freak of nature. It also caused a genetic mutation in the human cells, which caused them to be able to bend reality itself. This took on many forms, not the limit of which were: superhuman strength (punching thru rock-hard walls, lifting 10-ton objects, jumping 400 feet into the air, and other insane feats of strength) superhuman agility (running up walls, moving as fast as Mach 1, landing perfectly after a 500 foot fall, and other insane feats of agility) superhuman regeneration (basically, healing one's own wounds so fast as to be effectively unkillable) superhuman durability (borderline unbreakable bones, and inexhaustible endurance) superhuman constitution (safely breathing poisonous air, and safely traversing hazardous terrain) superhuman temperature tolerance (ability to withstand temperatures as high as 500 degrees celsius, and as low as -70 degrees celsius, without observable symptoms) superhuman emotional control The Cores' different Realium isotopes each had their own specializations too. The Fire Core made isotope Rl-319, which gave superhuman strength and temperature tolerance in the upwards direction. The Earth Core made isotope Rl-322, which gave superhuman durability and emotional control. The Water Core made isotope Rl-321, which gave superhuman regeneration and temperature tolerance. The Wind Core made isotope Rl-320, which gave superhuman agility and constitution. Also, anyone hit by the mutation got a little blue circle on their primary hand, signalling that the power is now theirs to control. This blue disk was later called the Mark of the Crystal. The military quickly found several uses for Realium in combat. They discovered the effects of Realium on a person were tenfold stronger when the Realium was inside said person. With a new infusion method, tested and shown safe by Japan, the military nations started to infuse their soldiers with Realium. They also discovered it's an incredible power source that will only run dry after several dozen millenia. This discovery led to the invention of Realium-based power generators that were codenamed Realium Drives, and informally nicknamed Magitek. Later, it's discovered that the mutation is hereditary. The Mark of the Crystal didn't appear until the age of seven years or so, but once it was there, the children of the discharged soldiers developed similar power, sometimes even more power. After about ten generations, the power increase started to level off, indicating the gene was as pure as it was going to get. And then, at the end of the 27th century, seven children are born with more power than all the previous generations combined. These seven children are a sign that something is about to happen to the world, something that could change it forever.
  24. Space Wetters (The Story of Aurora Stardust) Chapter 1 Does Time passes in Space-time? The Witch Head Nebula (900 light years away for Earth). Salutations! My name is Aurora Stardust, and this is how my odd and tragic story begins. No, wait… let me start at the very beginning, because this story really started long before my own time. It was in the year 2135 that my great grandmother invented the very first faster than light engine, starting the greatest human revolution and evolution in the history of the planet, as many nations around the world began to work together to better the human condition. Wars and other world problems slowly disappeared as people began to see the planet Earth as just a small (little) speck in the universe and that there was more to life than being a total whiny primitive. In the year 2185, Humans first encountered alien races; some were friendly and wanted to be allies with us Humans. One species gave us the technology to make worm holes, giving us quicker ways to travel the Milky Way, but we also met some species who were not so friendly as Humans traveled deeper into the galaxy. Yes, we met both friends and foes along the way! This brings us to my tragic tale… it happened in the year 2400, when both my sister Liz and I decided to follow in our parents’ footsteps and join the Space Alliance. Sadly, our parents had been killed four years previously by space raiders who were trying to steal a new type of deadly weapon for space ships. I was the oldest and I begged my sister not to join, but she was stubborn and never agreed with me on anything... if only she had, just this once. We Humans made contact with a unknown species while deep in space. My sister and I were part of the away team which met them on a rocky surface planet (Almost similar to the Grand Canyon on Earth, but much more darker reds and purples). So far, it had gone quite well, as our captain made peace with them. They were very beautiful beings, made of light energy, but you could still make out their humanoid facial features and body forms. I turned to smile at my little sister, but my smile turned to a worried frown as I noticed she was holding her crotch and crossing her legs. "Sister, my love, are you okay?" I asked. "No... I have to pee really bad." she whined quietly to me, hoping that no one else would hear her, but some of the troops did. They giggled at her statement, making her blush. "Why didn't you go on the ship?" I queried as I noticed one of the light aliens eyeing my sister very oddly. "One of the officers stopped me, ordering me to go to the docking bay right away." she explained as she was getting more and more desperate. "Did you say that you had to go?" I queried once again, trying to understand my sister's stupidity. "I did but she.... told me to act.... like a soldier not a... little child with a.... still developing.. bladder!" my little sister moaned as her bladder was filling with more and more urine. The Alien was staring even more oddly at my sister now. "Just try to hold on (just) a little longer, okay, sissy?" I said trying to give her some hope. ""I..... Can't.......... Ahhh!" my sister yelled as pee shot out of her pants.She was soaking herself (in her own urine). Suddenly the strange alien screeched a very loud scream as she saw my sister wet herself. All the other aliens flew into the sky and began to surround my sister. They started to touch her, and I was in total shock as I saw my poor sister being attacked by these things. (then) Our captain ordered us to open fire, and as we did the strange aliens attacked back, killing many of our away team. I was knocked out while I was trying to grab one of the aliens. I could feel myself falling in and out of consciousness; it was weird because I wasn't hurt badly enough to be K.O, but besides seeing my sister being taken away by the aliens, I could feel my pants getting soaked (and darkening) with my urine. Then I woke up in sick bay and one of the doctors told me what had happened; I was the only one on the team that had survived! The Year is now 2405, and we still are fighting these creatures. We now known more about them; they are a race that's oddly all female , and they are called the Fetisains, but we soldiers like to call them Banshee because of the scream they make when we destroy their robotic armor or when we kill them. One embarrassing detail… they also like to make us… um, wet our pants. It has happened to me many times, but it’s still always so embarrassing. It feels like someone else is in control of your body, but only your bladder! For some weird reason, they only do it to us women; probably because they don't find men attractive. For a species that's all female, I guess it makes sense. Also a last note: they usually don't kill us, they just control our minds and make us black out after they make us pee ourselves. It’s weird why they don't just kill us. This morning I woke up to yet another nightmare of my sister being taken away, and as always, I had wet myself again.Luckily my protective aborbies soaked up all the urine, saving my sheets from an embarrassing accident.Absorbies were invented by a alien race called the Bladdoars before their deep space travel era. They were in a world war; (one of) the other (-) side had invented a gas weapon, but when they tested it, it got out of control, engulfing their whole planet. It didn't kill anyone, but it made all their females have weak bladder control. The war was ended by (the) all their scientists working together for a cure, but after all those years nothing had come out of it, so some gave up and worked on effective (bladder) protection instead. One of the inventions was the absorbies that look (like) just like panties and fit the same way (tightest) but can absorb a lot of urine! I took off my absorbies and opened the laundry panel, then threw them inside.. A computer voice then said, “Laundry basket full; now washing clothing.” I was thinking about all the wet absorbies it was washing right now and feeling somewhat aroused by the thought of it! I then had to snap out of it as I got ready for another day on the ship. I was (so) excited because it was my first day as 1st officer and 2nd in command. I hope you enjoy it! Special thanks to frostyjr2 for helping me with editing! Please note I'm a very busy girl flying threw space and all! If I can get 10 or so "Engages" I will definitely continued the story! If not we'll see.
  25. writeandleft

    female An Alien Misunderstanding

    Here is a science fiction diaper story. It is not one of my better stories, but give it a read and let me know what you think An Alien Misunderstanding by Write and Left My name is Corinna Kishek. I am one of the star pilots on board the starship Indefatigable. It was a colony ship and a warship and I was in command this year. I was in command because the passengers and the rest of the crew were in hibernation for the duration of the trip to Melcom VII. At the end of the year, I would wake one of the other crew members and he would relieve me, so I could go into hibernation. I sat alone in the bridge of the Indefatigable. My job was simply to monitor the hibernation capsules of the crew and make sure they were in working order, make sure the ship didn’t run into anything, and fix things that broke. That was easy enough, I had thought. But it wasn’t to be that easy. “Hull breach on deck nine,” said the computer and started to run the siren. “Damn it,” I said. “Computer, cut out that noise.” I got up from the pilot’s chair and ran to deck nine. On deck nine, I went to the room with the hull breach. Thankfully the room was sealed so only that compartment had lost its air. The light above the door was flashing bright red. From the window in the door, I couldn’t see the hole. “Computer, what is the status of the breach?” “Compartment 926 is in vacuum. Breach in compartment is inaccessible from the inside. Situation requires EVA for repair.” Darn, I thought, I am going to have to go outside to fix this hole. “I never want to hear about another maintenance problem,” I said to my self. I thought about, just ignoring the holed compartment and relaxing, but instead, I headed toward the lockers where we kept the spacesuits. We had space suits of all types, from battle armor used by Marines, to thin pressure suits used in leaky compartments. I chose the type used for repairing holes in spaceships. The suit was hard. It contained oxygen that would last a week; food and water that I needed to drink from a straw; and tools: patches, rivet guns, and vacuum safe glue. Still, the suit lacked anything resembling comfort. If I had to go to the bathroom, I was out of luck. I couldn’t come inside. By the time I would get out of the suit, I would have gone in the suit. Knowing this, I grabbed a think disposable diaper from the shelf and then stripped out of my jumpsuit and panties. I lay down on the deck and pulled the diaper around my hips. I pulled it snug and firmly taped it in place. Once diapered, I stepped into the spacesuit and sealed it shut. It wouldn’t do for me to lose all my air when I went outside, so I made sure to double-check the seals. # # # The breach was worse than I thought. It took me an hour of walking on the outside of the spaceship to find the hole. Worse still, I would have to dig out chucks of meteor out of the hole, so I could patch it. I took out my drill and started it up. It made a silent vibrating motion as I directed it to start drilling out the meteor. As soon as I placed it against the rock, the vibration thrummed across the skin of the spaceship up the legs of my spacesuit and shook my body like a bobble head. This was going to be a long job. Three hours later, and six drill bits later, I had to pee. I just let it out into my diaper. There was no use trying to hold it. I still was only halfway done drilling. I drank more water; I was sweating in the spacesuit, and then I drank some of the food. I hated spacesuit food. It tasted like someone put fruit and vegetables together in a blender so it could be drunk. Actually, it was made that way. Still, I ate (or drunk) because I needed my strength to finish the job. I got out my drill and resumed my work. I was getting the meteor drilled out and I was finally to the point were I could pick up pieces of the rock and dig them out of the hole. It was a nine drill-bit job, but the rock was gone, but the hole was jagged. A jagged hole would not do. Now I had to get out my grinder. “Will this job never end?” I asked myself. I stomach growled and cramped. I knew the space food I had a few hours ago, wanted out. But I did not want to mess my diaper. The inside of the spacesuit already smelled faintly of pee. I knew from experience that pooping a diaper in a spacesuit would smell a lot worse. I would hurry and get back to work. I got out my grinder and turned it on. Sparks flew as I began to ground out the jagged edges of the hole. Another hour and a half. The spaceship’s metal was hard and I was cursing the time it took. The vibrating grinding of the ships hull, did nothing to ease the cramps in my lower abdomen. I wanted to hold my stomach, but I couldn’t reach into the spacesuit to rub it. Besides rubbing my stomach would make me lose my lunch in my diaper. I had at least two hours of work to do. I would never make it. I took out my grinder and did the last bit of detail work. The vacuum safe glue, would only work on smooth surfaces and I didn’t want to come out here again. Finally I finished grinding. I put the grinder away and pulled out a patch. It was steel plate about 12 inches in diameter. It was big enough! I put it on the deck and stood on it so it wouldn’t float away. My magnetic boot soles held me to the ship like a magnet on the fridge. I wanted to work on this quickly, but not rush. But the cramps hurt too much to work. I really had to poop. “I am so foolish,” I said to myself. “I should have gone before I came out here.” I grimaced and stared blankly off into space as hot, muddy poop slid into my diaper. Since my suit was snug, the mess was squeezed all over the back of my diaper. I hope those tapes held. I bent down and resumed my work. I squeezed a tube of vacuum safe glue part A into the hole. Then I got a tube of part B and squeezed it in the hole. Then I stirred it with a rod so both substances were well mixed. They would harden soon since I mixed together both parts. I placed the patch over the hole and smiled with satisfaction as some glue squeezed out from under the patch. “That should hold,” I said and then smiled at my work. I saw a flash of light from the other side of the ship, but I thought nothing of it. I hadn’t seen anything. I headed back to the airlock. # # # The space suit stunk. My butt stung from spending two hours in a messy diaper. I pulled off the helmet and placed it in the cleaner box. I heard another noise, but I must have imagined it. I was alone. No one was around. The passengers and the rest of the crew were asleep and I was the only one who could control the hibernation pods unless the ship’s computers sensed I had been dead or missing for 24 hours. I pulled off the rest of the spacesuit and put it in the cleaning box. My jump suit and panties were gone. The cleaner box must have already put them away in my room. I turned and headed to the shower in just my wet and messy diaper. Out in the hall, I heard the noises again. “Computer, have you awakened a crewman?” I asked. “Negative.” “Is someone on board.” “Affirmative.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Someone here? But how? “Corinna Kishek is on board, commanding,” said the computer. “I know. That’s me. Who’s making the sounds?” “Information unavailable. Internal sensors are down on decks one through eight. On decks nine through twelve internal sensors are 25% working.” “Why didn’t you tell me the sensors were down when I came back on board?” I asked frustrated. “You said, ‘I never want to hear about another maintenance problem.’” “Belay that order, then,” I said. “I will take a shower and deal with the sensors and investigate the noise.” I continued my journey to the showers, but when I turned the corner I saw the aliens. They were blue and humanoid, but they had strange translucent skin—no, not skin—scales. They had clear scales over blue skin. They had a black mane on their head and neck and they had glowing green eyes. One came toward me and I turned to run. I only tripped and he caught me and pulled me toward the others. They conversed in an alien tongue as the pointed and gestured toward me. One pointed at my dirty diaper and touched his nose and the other left and walked down the corridor. He gestured to me and pointed the opposite direction and pushed me. I walked in front of him trembling. When I tried to run, he caught up with me and pulled me back. When I tried to rebel, he pushed me along until I moved cooperatively. Finally we arrived at the airlock where his ship was docked. That was the light I saw on the other side of the ship! He pulled me inside and made me sit on the floor beside the airlock door of his ship. “But I can’t sit down,” I started to protest. I didn’t relish the thought of sitting in a poopy diaper. He pushed me down and I had no choice. The mess in my diaper spread toward the front and the back. More speech was said in the alien tongue. This time it was not directed at me, but at his companion who had returned. He was carrying a bag of EVA diapers. He stood me up and pulled me along the weaving, curving hallways of his ship. The other alien followed behind carrying the diapers. Other aliens made comments at me and pointed. Others touched their noses. My captors said some words to them and they desisted. I was taken into a chamber in the ship with a waterfall. I wondered at the engineering required to keep a waterfall working in a spaceship, but then saw other aliens swimming in the pool below it and rubbing sand on their scales. There were several other pools too. It must be their shower room, but it was so fancy. My captor pulled off my diaper and pushed me into the pool. He threw the diaper into a hole in the wall and then pulled off his green tunic and threw it in another hole. He then followed me into the water. He gestured to me and took a handful of sand from the bottom of the pool and rubbed it on his scales. He then rolled around in the water and stood up. What was he doing? He pointed at me again. “I don’t understand,” I said. He wanted me to do something. Instead I looked longingly at the waterfall. The alien grabbed me and dunked me in the pool. He then took sand and scrubbed me with it. Since I didn’t have scales, it really hurt. I screamed. The alien dunked me in the pool again and pulled me out. He then pulled me toward the waterfall pool. Aliens stared at my naked body and chattered in an alien language until my capture said something to them. I was dunked under the waterfall and scraped with sand repeatedly. Then I was pulled out onto the floor and led over to my alien captor’s companion. My captor’s companion handed me a diaper and pointed at me. I saw my captor, pulling on a black garment and pointing at himself. He pointed to the garment and then pointed at himself. Then, he pointed at the diaper and then at me. I understood he intended me to wear diapers. I reluctantly lay down on the floor and put the diaper on. I was pulled into another room and forced to sit in a chair. A collar was put around my neck and the aliens push a button on it. The alien said a few things to me. Then he pointed at my mouth. “I can’t understand you,” I said. He nodded rapidly and continued to talk in his alien language. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. “I don’t speak your language.” “<gibberish> talking.” Said the alien. “Talking?” I asked. “I understood talking.” “Keep talking. The <gibberish> needs to hear you talk to learn <gibberish>,” said the alien. “So why an I here? Why did you capture me? And why did you bring diapers off my ship for me to wear?” I asked. A bell on my collar rang and the alien pushed the button on it again. “Can you understand me?” asked the alien. “Yes, that’s amazing how that device works,” I said. “The universal translator helps us with new aliens we meet,” he said. “Can I go back to my ship? I am needed there.” “No, we left the vicinity of your ship. You will be retuned to your ship in one year’s time.” “But I need clothes. You have me wearing diapers and I am bare breasted.” I covered my breasts with my hands. “You were wearing the same thing when we encountered you. Aren’t these diapers you wear your clothes?” “No, I wear them in a spacesuit to go outside the ship for long periods of time. I was on my way to shower and then get dressed.” “We regret that diapers are all we brought from your ship for you to wear. You will have to make do.” “Just great,” I said. “What else can go wrong today?”