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The Heartwarming Flood is a sensual tale about a threesome relationship between two girls and a boy. It has Omo themes and other fetish content. I would like to share more detailed info about the characters we've seen in Part 1 and Intermission 1. Please enjoy, as always! Tracy Prancer Gender: Female Age: 22 Eye Color: Green, speckled with white Hair Style and Color: Two ponytails - one red, one blue Body Quirks: Large bosom, with each breast tattooed with the Orzhov Syndicate's sun; somewhat slender arms and legs; red armpit hair, unshaven; very large butt - she calls it her "tushie"; puffy vulva; red pubic hair, sparse - she calls it her "peach fuzz"; strong bladder Favorite Activities: Gymnastics; walking out in public; yoga, she doesn't care whether she's clothed or naked; a variety of more risqué activities, especially urination and masturbation Personality: Tracy is easily the most lewd out of all the characters. Her mind is very dirty, and she's willing to make love to anyone, even other girls. Even then, she's a very friendly gal. Potty Dance: I kid you not - with a smile on her face, she crosses her legs and literally starts to dance! View on Bathrooms: "We should definitely share bathrooms. I mean, I still go to the men's rooms on purpose! They smell so good..." ------------------------------- George Lee Gender: Male Age: 19 Eye Color: Red like a roaring fire Hair Style and Color: Medium cut - black Body Quirks: Slightly muscular arms; normal-sized butt; shaved armpits; smaller-than-average junk, shaved; abnormally weak bladder Favorite Activities: Walking around with Tracy; drawing doodles, sucking on pacifiers he finds Personality: George is very shy. He acts like a baby sometimes, i.e. crying when he wets himself. The one thing he wishes he had was an adult diaper... or at least a few packs of them. Potty Dance: He jumps up and down. View on Bathrooms: "They should be a haven for people like me." ------------------------------- Riley "the Dozer" Smith Gender: Female Age: 18 Eye Color: Lavender Hair Style and Color: Long cut, blonde Body Quirks: Small bosom, with puffy nipples; medium-large butt; shaved armpits; smooth vulva; blonde pubic hair, trimmed to look like a spade; normal bladder strength Favorite Activities: Arts and crafts; sleeping; masturbating in bed; bedwetting Personality: Riley is more of a nighttime person. She may be sleepy and lazy during the day, but she is very smart and hard-working. When in her signature trance, she's surprisingly aware of her surroundings. At night, she stays up late and acts like a normal person would during the day. Potty Dance: She presses her hands against her vulva, shifts uncomfortably, and looks for a suitable place to pee. If she's in bed, she doesn't hold it. View on Bathrooms: "I go wherever I can. Bathrooms are *yawning* just a best-case scenario." ----------------------- "Valentine" Hailey Enoshima Gender: Female Age: 18 Eyes: Pink with heart-shaped pupils Hair Style and Color: Bob cut with bangs, brown Body Quirks: Small bosom; normal-sized butt, tattooed with four hearts on each cheek; shaved armpits; smooth vulva; pink pubic hair, waxed in a heart shape; bladder strength depends on mood Favorite Activity: Arts and crafts Personality: Hailey is kind of a bully. She's known all around the school for spanking male students after putting glitter on their bare butts. Most know that Hailey loves to see her victims' terror etched on their faces. However, she's prone to mood swings and quick changes of heart when seeing someone cry. Potty Dance: She squirms and jumps and crosses her legs, but she never even touches her vulva. View on Bathrooms: "I often find the bathroom to be a perfect place for me and Riley to talk as we pee. We usually pee together and share some of our notes from class. And I'm very pee-shy without having Riley peeing next to me." ------------------- Noel Johnson Gender: Male Age: 21 Eye Color: Brown Hair Style and Color: Short cut, brown Body Quirks: Muscular arms and legs; normal everywhere else Favorite Activity: Being on the receiving end of torturous practices Personality: Noel is an "emo" masochist in a maid outfit. He used to spy on girls and watch them strip down, though, so he has some pretty messed-up origins. Potty Dance: He just asks if he can go. Nothing else. No moves, no hiding it, no embarrassment. View on Bathrooms: "No comment."

This incident happened nearly two years ago - one of the most amazing experiences I had ever came to watching an experience up-close. Brace yourself, for this is a long story. My best friend is a pretty attractive guy. He’s rather tall, standing at a towering 185cm, and of average build - closer to a skinny one. His personality is close to your typical soft shy-boy from a Korean drama. I would admit that I had a slight crush, or rather, attraction towards him at that time and it had only amplified after this incident. We had been out studying together for a few hours at a small café pretty far away from the city and he ordered a few coffees to keep himself hydrated and focused, while I was not allowed to drink any due to health concerns. Well, I’m sure you can guess where this is going - five hours with five cups of coffee, and caffeine has an insane diuretic effect for him. He started to show initial signs of needing the toilet two hours in, but I guess he had assumed that he could wait. After five hours, I could tell that it had really gotten to him. He couldn’t stay still, face insanely red, hands shaking, legs crossed tightly, and sweating crazily. He was obviously close to his limit. “Hey, do you need to go to the washroom or something?” I asked him. He nodded and approached the staff to ask for a restroom. However, after a few minutes, he came back dejected and with tears almost welling in his eyes. “What’s the matter? Why didn’t you go?” I asked. “The customer’s restroom is broken and we’re not allowed to use the staff’s - it’s for hygiene.” he mumbled, tears clearly on the brink of falling from his eyes. I then suggested that we leave and find a nearby restroom. After asking for directions from the staff, who did not know of the directions to the nearest restroom, my best friend gave up and suggested going to the city to relieve himself, since it was only 15 minutes or so away. He was really certain that he’d make it. I suppose at this point in time, I should add in a little bit of context. He was a really shy guy and would never, ever show any kind of need for something as private - as personal as needing to use the washroom. This meant that his need, at this moment, was literally insane to show it this openly to me. We quickly packed up our things and thanked the staff, and walked quickly towards the nearby bus-stop. On the way there, he was so, so desperate that he had to stop a few times to bend down, hands on his thighs and squeeze his legs together. ”Hey, you’re going to make it, okay?” I reassured him, although deep down I knew a part of me, though evil, wanted to say, please don’t make it. He could hardly look me in the eye, but once we made eye contact, it felt like he had gained the strength to carry on. We eventually reached the bus-stop where he immediately sat down and he buried his face in his hands. ”God, Ariae. I’m so sorry you have to see me like this - I really didn’t know their washrooms were closed. I’m sorry for ruining the day.” My heart melted instantly. He was so pure and apologetic for such a human need and I almost cursed myself for silently hoping that he would not have made it. I reached out for his arm to assure him that it was all okay, noticing how cold and shaken he was. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes passed. We had waited in silence for the bus who was scheduled to come by every twenty minutes due to how remote it was - it seemed that we were unlucky enough to miss the previous bus. “How much do you need to go?” I couldn’t resist myself asking. ”I’m.. I don’t know, Ariae. I’ve never been this urgent in my life. I don’t know why I didn’t decide to go sooner. I don’t even think I can hold on until the bus comes.” I wrapped my arms around his cold body and reassured him that the bus would come anytime soon. Sure enough, as miracles do, a bus came by just two minutes after that. Though happy for my friend, I was silently disappointed. He struggled to even get up, knees tight together as he tried to act as normal as he could while entering the bus, though it was obvious everyone had their eyes on him. His face turned redder than I’d ever seen him. It seemed that lady luck was not on our side as the bus was insanely crowded - having the time been just past 6.30pm where everyone was on the way home after a long day of work. The bus was both crowded and seatless, leaving my poor friend standing and legs tightly crossed. I was sure that everyone on the bus, hoping for something exciting to happen that they could tell their family about as they went home, was secretly wishing to see him wet himself. The bumpy ride home seemed to take hours. I linked my arms with his to make sure he stayed balanced as his other hand was on his thighs, itching to just grab his crotch and hold it better. Almost ten minutes had passed, he was shaking so hard that I almost wanted to hug him. At long, long, long last, we had finally reached the nearest bus-stop to our house. ”That.. was not fifteen minutes.” I muttered, trying to make a quick joke to cheer him up. ”Ariae... god, I really, really have to pee. I don’t think I can hold it anymore. I’m about to wet myself.” I glanced over at him. For someone as shy as him, finally gaining the courage to grab onto his crotch meant that he was quite literally minutes away from completely losing it all. My heart wrenched at the sight of him. ”Come on, my house is just a short walk away. You’ll make it, okay?” “Mm.” he mumbled in reply. Every two seconds, he had to stop to grab himself tightly before continuing. After four minutes of agony, I heard a soft gasp. ”Oh my god.” a small wet spot appeared on his light-blue jeans and appeared to grow bigger for a few seconds. ”Oh my god. I can’t hold it anymore, I have to pee, right now.” he gasped. “No, no. Just a few steps away. You can make it.” I made a last-ditch attempt to reassure him. He then hobbled the last two minutes before finally stopping at the lobby and his wet patch grew even bigger. The glistening wet patch shone brightly in the sunset as those passing by glanced. ”I have to go now, Ariae.” The lift seemed to take a billion years to reach our floor, and his ever-growing wet patch seemed to get bigger slowly and slowly by the second. At long, long, last, we had made it inside the elevator when I heard a gasp. ”Ariae. I’m sorry. I can’t hold it anymore. I’m peeing myself.” I watched as my best friend losing control, grab his crotch tightly, desperately, knees buckled, trying to save himself from humiliation while fresh, golden urine poured out of his hands and his jeans onto the floor rapidly, glistening under the light of the elevator. Complete silence throughout the elevator - except the soft whispering repeating “please stop”, the soft hissing of his urine pouring out of his penis and the loud splash on the elevator floor. Even as we had reached my floor, he hasn’t stopped wetting himself until minutes after when the trickle had finally died down, but not the ones pouring from his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. Accidents happen. Let’s get you changed and we can take a much-needed nap.” I reassured him, smoothing through his disheveled hair and wiping the tears off his beautiful face. Since that incident, I had never seen him drink even a single cup of coffee anymore.