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From the album: BlueOmo's Gallery
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From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album
What’s the solution to a full and swollen bladder? It’s quite simple actually, just go in your pants! That’s Sombra’s idea atleast, and it looks like she’s enjoying it. This was a request from FilthyPhoenix!© Overwatch
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From the album: Pogbernard's Messing Variants
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So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it? If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think. Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared. Anyway, hope you like it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills. Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had. With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row. Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion. She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount. Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this? An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people... "Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up. "I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own". "Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target. Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy. She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger... ---------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed. As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before. In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that? Oh. Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she... Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered. "Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice. "Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply. "Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out. "Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears. She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard. Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the woman fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The woman kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly. Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The woman smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence. "Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The woman made a point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple. Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end. As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the woman pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,". It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet. "W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out. The woman pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?". Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the woman's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the woman's hand. To her confusion, the woman threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Boop" Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it. "So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle. Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described. In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously. Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly. Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone woman. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon". Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone. Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well. As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building. She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting. Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly. She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where... Oh no. The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed. Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face. They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot. With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face. Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous. Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall. She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs. ---------------------------------------------------------- As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was. "Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment. "Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Yes?" "Before we go to the convention..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
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The faint red light flickered in the distance on the snowy evening in St. Petersburg, Russia. The bleak sky reflected an all-encompassing neutral tone on the Volskaya factory as dusk faded to evening. The factory was a known battleground that had caused many a fight to occur in securing objectives and disrupting its operations. The objective was simple enough; capture a point or defend until time expires and the battle was won. It fell upon the Blue team of six to defend this last objective in a tug-of-war conflict. However, the Blue team had boasted a small victory hardy enough to allow a counter-push back towards the Red base. Reinhardt gave a hearty laugh and raised his fist to the skies. "WE BRING THE FIGHT TO THEM, catch them off guard and finish this for good." His voice broadcasted loudly over the room and finished his chant with a firm pat on his suit's chestpiece. It was difficult to not feel the morale boost from his passion. With very little delay, Mei spoke up. "I um- I'll defend the point to try-- if anyone tries to--- um sneak behind.", it was an awkward fumble of words to attempt to hide the real reason for wanting to abandon the team. The exchange was almost as embarrassing as the reason itself, but spared from a warming smile and salute from Tracer, "Of course, love. I believe in you!" This seemed enough for the remainder of their team to give a questioning shrug of their shoulders and push onwards to the next battle. In leading the charge, Tracer dashed away with the rest of the team trailing shortly behind and leaving Mei to herself. A hasty call to action brought about all-but-one mass exodus from defending the last objective room. It was a question Mei raised to the team with her alterior motives concealed. The environmental scientist gingerly pushed her thick black-rimmed glasses up to the precipice of her nose. The sweat from an exhausted battle caused them to immediately slide down to rest lower on her nose again, eliciting a frustrated sigh. The sigh produced a plume of condensated breath with the freezing temperatures leaving much to be desired. Even with the gear prepared for such a climate, the weather sent an irregular chill throughout her body. There was still a flushness in her cheeks from the exhaustion of battle and a redness to her nose from the chill of the occasional whipping wind. With a gloved hand, she attempted to brush a few strays strands of her auburn hair away from her face. "Um, everyone is gone, right?", the soft and insecure question was only met with a set of resounding echoes for confirmation. It brought awareness to just how large of an area the factory spanned. The main section of the factory was moments ago a heated battleground that now lay silent and uncharacteristically serene. Mei gave an affirmative nod to her environmental robotic companion Snowball, "I guess my team is taking charge and it falls on me to defend this!" Her confidence melted away into concern almost instantly. "But sooner rather than later would be so appreciated." Unconsciously Mei shifted the position of her feet, her body blaring and now free for broadcasting her need. The Chinese scientist had felt an urgent and desperate need to relieve herself over the span of the last battle. In the long and difficult fight for the final objective, after receiving a few injuries Mei had to drink several health capsules to stay engaged. In the intensity of battle her body had numbed her mind to the need in the obvious priority of attempting to stay alive. In the post-battle it had taken her a valiant effort to obscure the direness of the situation. It was such a private matter and a problem her team need not know about. She could not live with the shame of letting all of the other five team members that she had worked with so closely that in a serious combat she had lost track of so basic a need as a grown woman. It was then that Mei found herself in the quiet of the capture point room, only the soft hum of Snowball's processor and the distant work of a furnace to create any noise. Now free of judgment, her gloves quickly darted downward to hold herself. The pressure she was able to apply was drastically limited from the thickness of her particular jacket and let her presently unsatisfied. As a follow-up she jammed her gloved hand more forcefully to apply whatever pressure she could manage. She was unsure of how it had welled so quickly inside her after drinking just two health capsules. There was a swift run of her hand over the front of her jacket, but should could still feel the swell of a hardened and filled bladder inside of her. "What if I just go really quick? If I went back to base to go no one would notice, right? I'm sure no one would get past my team." The bright blue interface of Snowball flickered in understanding, but it was ultimately a one-person conversation. "But... Tracer had so much faith in me. I can't let her and the rest of the team down." While deep in the dialogue, subconsciously Mei had began to rapidly tap her left boot on the cold metal flooring. In a quick glance at her wrist, the display showed a red 10 minute timer working its way downwards to zero. The scientist stifled a desperate whimper and the weight her in bladder felt that much more overwhelming with a new dread filling her, "Ten minutes?!" The thought of holding for another ten minutes caused an anxious panic to set in for the climatologist. There was a definitely warmness and almost numbness in her abdomen that was now impossible to ignore. Mei stood still, internally debating the likely two-minute abandonment of her post and what consequences it could possibly have for her team. Momentarily forgetting the want to keep her struggle to herself, Mei exclaimed, "I NEED TO GO SO BAD! HURRY UP!" "I can do this. I can do this.I can do this! Just 9 more minutes", the short-haired scientist scrambled to pull together what confidence she could. "I can d--" Her personal mantra was cut abruptly short with a nimble action as an arm with suddenly grappling around her throat and the press of a gun barrel against her back. In a quick flash the figure came into full form, a mechanical glove clutching around Mei's neck. The terrifying awe of the moment cause a temporary loss of control and a short burst of warmth rushed down Mei's thigh, dampening the patterned tights. Sombra spoke with a smooth boldness that seemed laced with vicious intent, "You can do it? I'm not so sure amiga." The mexican hacker pressed the gun barrel more harshly against Mei's back, making sure the threat of death was known. "Let's talk." [End of part I] ***Let me know what you think and of course of any grammar/spelling errors you find, thanks!***