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After Rage Shenron's defeat & meltdown. Goku & Pan were about to continue traveling onwards until our heroic travelers had to take care of their desperate situation... Pan: Um Grandpa...!!!! (Kid) Goku: Hmm? Something wrong Pan? Pan: Can we stop for a moment and well..... (Kid) Goku: Spit it out Pan what is it? Pan: *whimpers then yells* Go pee somewhere! (Kid) Goku: Oh hmm well I gotta go too so I'll just use a tree there's a bush & some other trees over--- Pan: Are you crazy!? I'm not going to pee outdoors Grandpa that's so un-lady like! (Kid) Goku: Well it's either that or keep on holding it until we find a city that a Shadow Dragon is around, it's your call. Pan: (WHAT!? Okay Grandpa has a point should I pee outdoors or keep on holding it?) Hmmm.... (Kid) Goku: Well Pan, which is it? Pan: Fine I'll pee but I'm gonna try pee somewhere else so you won't see me got it!? (Kid) Goku: Okay then but don't go too far now then time to release the water falls. Giru: giru, giru, Can Giru come with Pan? Pan: No Giru stay with Grandpa. [Pan searches around the area to find a good place to relieve herself] Pan: Hmmm... Oh behind this boulder will do just fine. Okay then time to...ugh...pee outdoors for the first time (and hopefully the last time). Pan: Dammit! I'm having a hard time to unbuckle my belt! *belt snaps open* Ah there we go! *pulls her Grey Jeans down* (Kid) Goku: Ah much better I wonder if Pan is already fini--- *Pan Screams Loudly* Uh oh, Pan! Giru: giru, giru, Pan in Danger! Pan in Danger! Pan *shaking in fear*: Nice Tiger *gulp* nice tiger... *wets her white panties while on the ground* Oh man I wet myself..... (Kid) Goku: Pan you alright!? Pan: Does it look like I'm alright!? [The Tiger continues to taunt] (Kid) Goku: Leave my granddaughter alone! *Giru launches a small rocket* [The Tiger Flees cowardly quickly away from the attack but fails] *BOOM* Pan: Thank you Grandpa & Giru but I wet myself *continues wetting herself out of embarrassment/fear of her white panties* at least it feels good at least. (Kid) Goku: Well as long you aren't hurt and also.... did you.... Pan: Yes Grandpa? (Kid) Goku: Did you brought extra underwear in your backpack? Pan: *stops peeing* *turns Red*...... OF COURSE I DIDN'T BRING EXTRA UNDERWEAR! I NEVER EXPECTED TO WET MYSELF IF I WAS GOING TO BRING ANY! (Kid) Goku: I'm sorry I asked I just thought that you might've did. Pan: WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG GRANDPA! *Get's up & pulls pants up* Lets keep going and never mentioned this to Papa & anyone else. Giru: giru, giru, Pan wet herself, giru, giru. Pan: That goes for you too Giru! This is the Final Chapter of "DB Omo: The Lost Chronicles." New/Final Chapter for "DB: Omo Chronicles" will be coming soon next.....

This is going to be my first interactive story here, but I hope everyone is open to giving this a shot, especially if you are in the mood for some Dragon Ball related activity. Considering I'm a fan of the show and have been keeping tabs with Dragon Ball Super (both anime and manga), I wanted to put this to good use. That being said, the reason I'm not immediately going into the story introduction is that I'm having you guys determine who will be used. For simplicity sake, I figure a female character to control would be the best way to start, so I'll leave it up to you guys to pick which female from Dragon Ball Super will be used. Here are your following options: Kale: A Saiyan pureblood female from Universe 6. Having been part of a gang of Saiyans led by Caulifla, she really looks up to her as Caulifla does to Kale. Kale refers to the other Saiyaness as "Sis," making Caulifla an older sister figure to her life, while the latter sees her as a younger sister figure, and also dubs her as her "protege." When Cabba sought some Saiyans to assist Universe 6 for the upcoming Tournament of Power, Caulifla (after learning Super Saiyan) had confidently suggested him to give Kale a shot as well. While her ascension was successful, it was discovered that she had something far more fierce and brutal hidden within her untapped potential. While Kale can access a slightly mutated variant of the Super Saiyan form, should her emotions, anger or power reach over its maximum point, she will transform to a form that some dub, "Super Saiyan Berserk." Though it can supposedly be controlled, it's not always guaranteed. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely strong, but not as strong as most others. Although she is a Saiyan, it's possible that her bladder is somewhat weaker, and may not be able to hold it for too long. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably inside for the most part, and very skittish to go anywhere else, unless she is definitely the only one around, or with someone she absolutely can trust (which would be Caulifla). Caulifla: A punkish, tomboyish Saiyan pureblood female from Universe 6. She is the younger sister of the retired Saiyan captain, Renso, and the leader of a gang. While she usually shows a serious side, she definitely cares about others she is close to, especially her "protege," Kale. When Cabba sought some Saiyans to assist Universe 6 for the upcoming Tournament of Power, Caulifla agreed under the condition to learn how to attain the Super Saiyan form. She succeeded, and wouldn't take too long to reach the level of Super Saiyan 2 for the first time. Caulifla displays a love for getting stronger, and a love for battles as well. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely strong, and well trained enough to hold it long and fight at the same time, being a warrior and all. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably just about anywhere. However, she most likely will not go in front of a lot of people or strangers, especially if she feels uncomfortable to do so. Videl: A familiar character to the Dragon Ball series. A human female of Universe 7. She is the only daughter of Hercule Satan, the Martial Arts Champion of Earth, and the wife of Son Gohan. She is also the mother of their daughter, Pan, and is one of few humans on Earth that was taught how to fly using her energy. Once a fiery, tough and tomboyish fighter having had to live with the fame that came with her father, nowadays she is a very calm, caring and faithful person, especially to her husband. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely moderate, to where she can hold it for quite a normal, humanly possible amount of time. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably inside for the most part, but might be able to go anywhere else. But she will most likely refuse to go outside or anywhere that involves others watching. Brianne de Chateau: An idol girl and magical warrior of Universe 2. Brianne is also the leader of the Kamikaze Fireballs, alongside her allies Sanka Ku and Su Roas. Using the power of love, Brianne can combat the forces of hate and evil with some magical abilities, such as trapping her foes in a heart cage, and using simple blast attacks. But she is at her best when transformed into her alter ego, Ribrianne. Though her physique takes a massive, plump sort of change, her usable abilities grow as well as her strength. Believing love and happiness are the most important emotions, she wishes to become a goddess of love for all universes. Though she cares for her allies and others, she tends to be shallow towards her concept of love, and seems to have a low tolerance for insults. Despite her physical change and increased aggression, Brianne remains to be a stoic heroine to get the job done. Possible Bladder Strength: Most likely strong enough and capable to hold it for a slightly longer than average time, being an idol and hero. Preferences of Places to Pee: Presumably inside, but may resort to other methods if she can find a nice, confined place to do her business. That'll do it for now. Let me know which of these four you want to use, and we'll be good to go. Until then, cya! Votes: Videl = 2 Caulifla = 1 Brianne = 1

The title and poll title explain it all, really. I'd be posting it in the fiction section, just thought I'd check to see if there was interest in the idea before going ahead and posting it. The genres other than yuri (the only kind of romance included in the story) and dark themes include sci-fi, action and psychological (and by this I mean that some fucked up shit has traumatized most of the cast and I'm trying to explore the brainscape of each of them one at a time)... you'll see what I mean if you check it out at the link I provided. Also, for those of you wondering about the other stories I've posted here over the past few years, specifically the K-ON! (Diaper Days) and SAO (Asuna's Descent) ones, I've resumed working on those for the time being (May also resume my version of Era of Survival depending on whether I can stomach getting through the part where I gotta copy SAO's shitty light novel volume one structurally). If you're waiting on an update for one of my Love Live! fanfics, you're kinda SOL until the drive comes back, which would probably necessitate me getting back into Love Live! as a series enough to either watch or read it despite no canon ships. That is all. Happy Voting!

Just finished a new classroom pantie pee story. Its my longest yet and has an extended desperation and pantie pee stretched over two periods and a too-long line for the girls room https://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/lisas-extended-pantie-pee.html Part two coming soon Enjoy Tess

Check Mate - A Desperate Experience from my School Years A true experience, remembered from a long time ago, and fictionalised as best I can.......: Several years ago, when I was at secondary school (High School for those in the USA!) I was a member of the school chess team. We used to play tournaments at our school, and visiting other schools. These always took place after the end of the school day. We always played in school uniform as we were representing the school, so I was dressed in my grey school trousers, white shirt, blue and yellow school tie, and my blue school blazer. So on this day, I'd done a full school day, then after school, we all got into the minibus, and drove across the town to a school on the other side where todays tournament was happening. I'd gone for a pee earlier in the afternoon, but didn't go before we left. But really, I should have been fine. We arrived at the school and went into the classroom where the tournament was happening. An average classroom, brown wooden parquet floor, grey and white wooden desks, with metal legs. Plastic school chairs. Windows down one side of the room looked out onto the twilight of the winters afternoon. It was all set out as usual, with 6 or 7 desks pulled out, a chair on each side, and a chess board between. Water was provided - two cups and two bottles on each desk. First game underway, and I was concentrating hard, absentmindedly drinking water as I pondered and considered my moves. Forty-five minutes later, the match was over. I won. When each pair had finished their first round match, we all swapped round, reset the chessboards, and the waters got replenished. It was pretty hot and stuffy in the classroom, the heating full blast on this cold winters day, so plenty of the water was being drunk. A general hubbub of conversation surrounded the reset, scraping of chairs on the floor as people stretched their legs. The second round started, the room fell silent again, only broken by the occasional scuffing of the chess pieces being moved on the boards, and the sounds of water being poured and drunk. This match went long. About an hour later, my opponent finally check mated me, and it was over. By this time, I was aware that the water I had drunk was beginning to have an effect on my bladder. I needed a pee. Not desperately yet, but the sensation was there - the tension in my bladder, the pinpricking urge in the end of my penis. My game was the last one to finish, so we were quickly reset, and into the third and final round. I was still pretty confident that I could make it through this game and back to my school, then go for a pee. I sat down opposite my opponent, and crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together for a moment as I did so. My urge subsided slightly. I looked across at my opponent. A very pretty girl, of about my own age. Helena. As she opened the game, I shifted in my seat, and crossed my legs the other way. It helped a bit, but my bladder was filling. I could really feel the tension in my lower abdomen, the urge in my crotch intensified. I wiggled slightly in my chair, trying to numb the urges, and focussed on the game. Helena was a good player - challenging every attack I made, constantly on the ball, making her moves quickly, precisely. We played on, my fidgeting growing as time passed. I was really in a bad way by now, desperate to pee, clenching and clenching my muscles, trying to fidget as little as possible so that hopefully neither Helena nor anyone else would realise my predicament. I was at that shy stage of young teenage years where you really don't like to admit to the need for bodily functions - particularly not in front of pretty girls that you've only just met. Our game lasted fifty minutes, give or take a few. Helena won. She probably would have on any day, but today especially, I simply couldn't focus properly. I made silly mistakes, and she immediately seized on them and capitalised. I shook hands with her, pushed my chair back, and carefully stood up, clenching hard to avoid shaking my legs or squirming. It was no good. There was no way I was going to make it through the minibus ride back to school. I looked for a teacher, found one, and asked if I could use a toilet. He frowned. It was 5pm by now, way after the school would normally be open and the caretakers might have started shutting up for the night. They might still be open though and he told me where they were. So far, I'd managed all this pretty discreetly, but then to my horror he called Helena over - "Helena, could you show this young man where the boys toilets are?" I blushed, crimson red, a prickly heat of embarrassment flowing over me. But I was in no position to back out - I HAD to go. Standing on the spot I was fighting the urge to squirm and jiggle up and down, or grab myself to numb the desperate urge in my penis for a moment. A delicate blush painted Helena's cheek - she too, was clearly not comfortable. She led the way out of the room, down the corridor. I tried to keep a step or two behind her, so that she wouldn't notice my sightly stiff walk, my hand in my pocket, my occasional squeezing of my penis as I fought to hold my desperate young bladder. Turn, first left, then right. Up another corridor. Silence. No small talk. Helena walked hurriedly, not turning to look at me. The sound of her steps on the tiled floor echoed in the empty corridor. I shuffled equally hurriedly behind her. Please let them be open. Please. Please. Please. As we approached the toilets, I gave my penis one last squeeze and clenched hard. Just in time. Helena turned to face me. "Here they are." "Thank you!" I turned to the door and pushed it. Unyeilding. Locked. My heart sank. It must have showed in my face. "Wait," Helena said, "I'll try the girls for you, I can always stand outside and make sure nobody goes in." I could have kissed her. Though clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, she was trying her best for me. She stepped across the corridor to the girls. Taking the opportunity of her turned back, I bounced up and down behind her, squeezing my legs together, fighting, fighting, fighting to hold it in. Helena raised a hand to the girls toilet door and pushed. It too was locked. I began to panic. There was no way I could hold it all the way home. I straightened up just before she turned back to me, but not quite in time. She caught me straightening, and immediately looked away. "Are you going to be ok?" she asked, real concern in her voice. "Yes," I lied, "I'll be fine, I'll just wait till we get back." Back through the corridors, Helena walking ahead of me, me lagging behind, hand in my pocket again, squeezing my penis, desperately trying to numb the intense urge in it's tip enough to keep my pee in. I could feel the muscles in the base of my penis fluttering with the effort of clenching, and the fullness of my bladder heavy in my lower abdomen. As we reached the classroom again my teammates were just leaving to get back on the bus. I turned to follow them. "Bye,' said Helena suddenly, "sorry I could't help." I turned, briefly forced a smile, then followed out of the building towards the bus. I chose a seat at the back of the bus, with a row to myself. The bus was a 16 seater, and there were only 7 in the chess team, so spreading out was not a problem thank goodness. As the bus pulled out of the school, I sat and squirmed in my seat, willing my muscles to hold on that little bit longer, willing my bladder to be big enough to hold to school. Minutes passed. The bus rocked, shuddered and jolted as we drove back through the town, every jolt, every turn sending spasms through my bladder. About half way home the urge intensified suddenly. I clenched hard, sat forward, rocked back and forth in my seat, grabbed my penis and squeezed for all I was worth. Clench. Clench. I felt my muscles flutter. CLENCH. Squeeze. Flutter again. I felt a spurt escape, felt it flow though my tubes, felt it come out of the tip, and felt it's dampness against my fingers through my trousers. Shit. Panicking, I bounced up and down, violently squeezing myself, clenching as hard as I could. Another spurt. Another, another. I was losing control. I could feel my boxers growing wet around me, as I kept squeezing myself I could feel the crotch of my trousers dampening against my fingers. Shit, shit, shit. I looked around. Nobody was watching, everyone else looking out of the windows of the bus into the darkness as we drove through the housing estate around the school. Nearly there. Squirming and clenching like mad, I regained a bit of control, and held back the spurting. I looked down at my crotch. Even in the darkness of the bus I could see my trousers had a wet patch. How was I going to get off the bus? I did up my blazer. It covered my crotch, just. I kept squirming, kept clenching - if I could just hold on 5 more minutes I could be off the bus and into the toilets at school. The minutes passed slowly. My young, tired muscles struggled. I felt another spurt escape, fresh wetness flowing into my boxers and trousers. Grabbing myself and squeezing myself I stopped the flow again. I could feel the pee against the inside of my leg, the fabric of my trousers growing wet from it. The bus stopped. Engine died into silence. Among the bustle of people getting bags and coats I gingerly stood, one hand in my pocket, one hand holding my blazer in place trying to disguise that I had started to wet myself. Everyone got off the bus ahead of me. I shuffled down it, and stepped off, every step I took threatening to overpower my control, threatening my clenched muscles. Another spurt. I squeezed myself and kept squeezing, trying to physically prevent any more pee coming out, though I could feel my full, tortured, tired bladder contracting, trying to force it out. I could't clench against it anymore, I just couldn't. My muscles had given up. I tried as hard as I could to keep tightening them against the flow. The urge I felt was unbearable, my bladder contracting, forcing pee through my penis, my hand squeezing it closed. Half running, half shuffling I made for the Lower School building. The lights were still on. I could see a cleaner inside. I felt trickle of pee escape, running out of me, into my crotch. I could feel the warm wet feeling spread down my leg. Into the building, past the cleaner. Crashed into the unlocked door of the boys toilet. In front of a urinal. Hand away. I clenched as hard as I could to hold it back, but I couldn't. As I struggled with my fly, bouncing and squirming like mad, the dam burst and I felt my pee spraying out of me, into my uniform trousers. Fly undone. Hand in through the fly, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, spraying pee everywhere as I did. Aim. Unclench. Release. The spurting spray turned into a torrent against the urinal. I felt my whole body relax, the tension of the last hour flowing out of me. My boxers, the crotch of my trousers and the inside of my trouser legs were soaked. Finally, my flow subsided. Final couple of spurts, shake, and put myself away and re-zipped my fly. My blazer could't cover the damage anymore. I walked quickly past the cleaner, blushing beat red, hoping against hope they wouldn't notice. I pushed open the school door and walked out into the night air, for a very damp walk home. Cg125

During the Tournament between Universe 6 & Universe 7 other events unfold on Planet Sadala. Caulifla, a Saiyan Fighter Prodigy, was enjoying her time back at her place with Kale and no one else around. Caulifla: *Yawns* Kale: Uh Sis... Caulifla: Yes, my protegee Kale: Um since it's just the 2 of us alone her can we... um... well... train again?.... puh-please? Caulifla: Sure but first I got to take a piss care to join me? Kale: *Shocked* Well I don't really... well... you know... need to go that bad... really (Caulifla see's Kale squirming & holding her crotch) Caulifla: Nonsense. I can tell you need to go too, hey why won't we just go together here. What do you say? Kale: Well if it's with you... then... sure... I will Caulifla: Let's make this interesting *takes off clothes* Kale: *Shocked* Huh!? Um... Sis... what are you doing!? Caulifla: Taking off my clothes so I can feel more comfortable peeing. Now let's get you out of your clothes too. Kale: That's okay Sis... I'll just only... well you know... take off my Black Short Leggings. Caulifla: Oh okay then. That works too. (Caulifla's goes to the left side to pee stand up on her wall) Caulifla: *Starts peeing like a loud water hose* Oh hell yes! Feels so great! Hey Kale care to join in any second now!? Kale: I'm coming... *walks towards Caulifla's location* I'm just going to squat *nervously starts to pee* Caulifla: *Stops her pee for a few seconds* Having trouble my protegee? Kale: Well... kind of... um... Caulifla: I got an idea, we'll pee together *smiles* Kale: Huh? What do you mean? (Caulifla squats behind Kale, grabs Kale up to her body) Kale: What the!? Sis... um... what are you doing!? Caulifla: Don't worry, like this we can both pee together at the same time. This'll be fun. (Kale starts to actually pee but gets her Red Skirt wet by accident & Caulifla continues to pee) Caulifla & Kale: Aaah! *sighs* Kale: (Wow both me & Sis doing this kind of thing together is so odd yet I kind of enjoy it) *giggles* Caulifla: See how fun this is Kale? *chuckles* Don't worry in the mean time we'll get you a new Red Skirt and I'll wash up. (Both stop peeing) Caulifla: Okay then, that's that. Time for me to wash up you want to come & wash up with me? Kale: Um... in a sec... I'm just gonna sit here for a bit... Caulifla: Alright then, see you in a bit. Kale: (That was... pretty exciting... just makes me... want to) *Touches her sensitive area & gropes her left breast* Ah, ah, ah, oh Sis, ah, ah, oh yes... Kale: *Now fingers her sensitive area & continues to grope her breast* Ah yes Sis, oh, ah, ah, ah... (I'm gonna pee again) Kale: Sis, oh yes, oh sis, ah, ah, I'm gonna pee again--gonna pee again--Oh my! *urine gushes out of her* Awww.... *smiles* Caulifla Shouts: Kale, are you alright!? Are you coming to the showers or not!? Kale: Yes I am Sis. I'll be right there now. (Oh I came alright) *giggles* Next on to a New Chapter...

Well, where do i begin? Ever since i was a child i had what i'd call quite the imagination. I would make up stories with original characters, real people including myself, as well as of already existing fictional characters. I would even invent stories with combinations of two or more of the three incorporated. I've occasionally written down some of these stories and or drawn pictures and attempted comics to portray my stories. Well recently I've been noodling with ideas for characters and a story that i think are pretty cool. I also came up with the idea to jot down all my ideas for a story and write a book. (Well actually, i look at my story as a tv show with multiple episodes, but i lack the capabilities of actually producing a cartoon so i'll have to use what i got.) What i realised is that i really like the daydreaming/creative part but i find it hard to motivate myself to actually write down my thoughts. All i've physically produced so far is some written down ideas and a few drawings of characters. I've always been like this, i've had big ideas and daydreams but little motivation to make them reality. The big question i guess is; Can a story or character that exist purely or almost purely in my head be valid, or do they need to be written down or transcribed in some physical medium? I'm just seeking people's opinion and or experiences with my situation and am very interested about hearing others' similar experiences.

I moved to a small city some years ago, and I was getting acclimated to my environment. I was 23 at the time, trying to find work. A grocery store hired me as an overnight stock-boy. Every night I would work, 10 pm to 6 pm. When I would clock out, there was this amazing girl that would open. She was the head cashier. Straight long blonde hair, green eyes, some cute freckles, and a body that was....just wow. Petite up top with just the sweetest little bubble booty. I couldn't help it, I had to go ask her a dumb question or two. I know I was dirty and sweaty from working all night, but I was compelled. We introduced ourselves, and I found out her name was Jennifer. I had a little bit of shopping to do one morning after work. While I was in line for her to ring me up, I realized that I forgot to get milk, so I went to Jennifer and asked it was okay to leave my cart for second. She told me that it wasn't a problem, and I ran as fast as I could to not hold anyone up. I got back, did the transaction, as she handed me the change I dropped a quarter. We both sprung into action to catch it before it rolled away. "I got it, I got it..." I exclaimed, reaching for the quarter as it spun around. "It's going toward me." Jen stated. She bent over to pick it up. She took her time doing this, and when she got the quarter in her hand, she turned to me while bent over and smiled...seductively. I thought to myself, "No way did I see this.." I twitched in my pants. She stood straight up, and put the silver plated copper in my hand. "Thank you." I expressed in a dual meaning sort of way. She nodded back. I waited till she was done ringing up the next two people in line. I'm a fairly confident guy. I'm not ugly by any means, so I figured that I had a shot. So, I walked back to her and asked, "Jen, I'm pretty new around here. You look like a rock n' roller kind of girl. Could you potentially show me around the town sometime? Maybe show me a cool bar, some local music? If you have a boyfriend or anything, I understand..." Hey eyes opened up wider and sparkled, "It is Saturday, and I'm off Sunday. I'd love to, there's this cool place, and..." I got lost in what she was saying, she was so beautiful. We agreed to meet back up here when she got off of work at 4pm. I took a nap, and woke up around 2pm just nervous to all hell. I can't screw this up, I'm going to meet up with this hottie. What if we have fun, and she decides to accept me in her bed? You never know. So, I thought about her. I masturbated three times to ensure that I would be a good lover if the moment required it. I know it sounds excessive, but I really, really, didn't want to screw up. I gathered myself together, got dressed, proceeded to meet her. I was wearing these polyester green pants I got from the Salvation Army, Converse's on my feet. I was feeling pretty cool. She invited me to ride in her car, and said that she needed to stop by her place to change clothes. I stayed in the living room, and she came out with a pair of blue jeans and a nice short blouse that accented her cleavage. Little skulls on her shirt. I thought it was pretty awesome. So, we jump back into her car and we ride. We talk, get to know each other. She brings me to a little bar, and we drink some tequila shots together. Stone Temple Pilots plays on the jukebox, and she expresses her love for Scott Weiland. I liked STP too, and we sang along sharing some laughs. It was about 10pm, and Jennifer orders one last round. We must have had about 15 shots between us. Needless to say, we were tipsy. "Max, can you drive? I'm a little too...and I'll show you the way back to my place." "No problem, lady. I'll get us there safely." I said as she handed me the keys. We get back to her place. The living room was filled with posters, a lot of Punk memorabilia, some -off the wall- books, etc. We sit down on her couch, and she turns on the radio. "You're really nice, and fun to hang out with." Jen was saying as she poured a couple of shots. She had a pint of tequila in the fridge, which was rad if you ask me. Always prepared. Anyway, we slam a shot, and she asks me what we're doing a cheers to. "Hopefully, a kiss on your lips." I say out loud on accident. She smiles and we proceed. We're talking about life, where we've been, how we were raised. I leaned over and kissed her. I couldn't help it. She accepted it and kissed me back. "Why?" She asks. "You're such a dream girl, how could I not?" Jennifer then moved to straddle me and kiss some more. I could've stayed there forever kissing her, but I had to go. I didn't pee yet, and I haven't even broke my seal at the bar. So, I was pretty desperate. I kept my composure and continued kissing. Her lips were so nice and sweet. I stopped and asked, "You want to take a shot? Celebrate this lovely kissing session?" "I'm down for that.." She climbs off. "Stay right there, mister." She leans in for another kiss before heading to the kitchen. I wait, and then get up to sneak to her bathroom. "Where are you going?" She jumps out of nowhere to stand in front of me, putting her hands on my arms, and kissing me again. "Oh, just going to the bathroom really quick. I'll meet you back in the living room, and.." "Noooo...nope. I told you to stay." She orders while proceeding to try and turn me around. "I don't want you to leave." Jen says playfully. I kiss her back and hold my crotch, "But, Jen...I can't stay, but I'll love you forever.." I say jokingly, and we laugh. While laughing, I spurted a little in my shorts. I really clenched up there, and she presses her body to mine and whispers sarcastically, "Please don't go..." "I'm going to go if you don't let me." I tell her softly, but also with a sense of urgency. I couldn't...even though this is a secret dream of mine, I can't just pee my pants in front of her. Gods, it would be terrible if she laughed and kicked me out. I can already feel the little bit I did do, and I look down to make sure it didn't seep though visibly. She looks down with me, smiles, and takes my arm to turn me around. "Ummm...err..." Another spurt came out. I turn around to walk to the bathroom. Jennifer jumps back in front of my path, "Let me go with you, please, I know it's weird, but.." she explains but is cut off. "Ohhh...god.." I stammer as I felt everything warm and wrong happening at once. The strongest stream from holding for almost three hours just started filling my pants and running down my legs. Hissing so loud it was covering up the noise of the pee hitting the floor. Jennifer looked down the whole time and watched what seemed to be almost two to three minutes of peeing. The darkness started from near my side to the center, and just rolled down my pant legs. Her face was shocked, but couldn't stop watching. My hands were fisted, trying to stop with everything I had, but all I could do was let it all out. We stood there in silence for a minute. I made a huge puddle on her wood floor. My socks, my sneakers, everything...soaked. "Jen...I couldn't help it. This never happened to me before, I'm so sorry..." Jennifer looked at me, her face was kind. She put her finger on my lips and consoled me, "I never seen a guy do this before. I'm sorry, I thought you were just playing with me. It's okay though, I have a washer and dryer. It'll be okay." Jennifer then proceeds to kiss me. "Take off your pants, I'll get them in the wash." My boxers and pants feel really tight, maybe it's the wetness. I look down, half-ashamed, pull my shirt up, and start to unbutton. "Wait a second." Jennifer exclaims. "Mmmmm...what do we have here?" It's noticeable. I'm hard as anything, and it's showing big time in my wet underwear. "You like this don't you?" She asks, and reaches to touch me down there. Her hand slowly glides from the bottom of my wet shorts, up my shaft and with her index finger draws along the outline of my head. "It's really nice...I thought you might have been smaller." She says while giving me a deep kiss. Jennifer's hand then goes back down and she grabs me firm through the soaked material. Then it happened. I felt the twitching while in her hand. I was exploding in my boxers. Another wet stain appeared, and all I could do was moan, twitch and moan some more. Jen looked down to watch what was happening. Not only did I just pee my pants in front of her, I just came in my shorts from her touching me. Premature like a kid. I blew it. How could this happen to me? I went limp, and I stood there, pee, cum soaked, and embarrassed beyond repair. Every fear of the worst a man could do on a date just happened. That's it, it's over, I'm a loser. Jen looks at me, I forgot everything, "Please keep me..." I begged in my mind. "Wow...and I thought I was different." She told me reassuringly. "Time for a shower then. I'm going to have to clean you up and hope you didn't waste all of your juice for just your pants." She takes me by the arm and walks me to her bathroom. As she undresses, showing her amazingly tight body in all it's glory, she says, "Wait till I tell you what I like.."

"I'm looking forward to it. I owe you a lot, thank you." I said to her as I started to remove my pee and cum soaked boxers. Jen starts the shower, her skin was like porcelain to me. Not a blemish on her body. Just some cute freckles here and there. She moved the curtain to put her hand in to test the water temperature. Once her hand hit the water, her small nipples instantly got erect. They reminded me of how Naomi Watts looked in Mulholland Drive. While adjusting the hot/cold shower handles, she asks me, "Why is that?" with a devilish smile. "Because..." I cut myself off, and followed her into the shower. Every thing was seamless in the way we shared the shower. Knowing by instinct when to change places to get under the shower head, soaping up the scrungies, taking turns cleaning each other. Like we've been doing this forever together. We were thorough. I got down on my knees and licked her. She was trim but not shaved. Reddish blonde hair. Tasted amazing. Pineapples and strawberries come to mind. Jen kept her leg up on the side of the tub while I worshipped her. She exploded in my mouth shortly after. Thankfully she did, I'm not the greatest tongue artist, but when you're passionate about something... "I was really worked up after feeling you let go in my hand.." she explained. We towel dried each other and walked back to her bedroom. She had the California King pillow-top with a fluffy down feathered comforter that I could tell she fancied a lot. Jennifer then jumped on her bed and sprawled out on her stomach arching her back. I rolled next to her and we continued to kiss and smile. "Let me get you a pair of shorts to wear, I have a pair that I play basketball in once in a blue moon." Jen tells me as she hops out of bed. I roll to my back and stare at the ceiling. Just floating in space. Cloud nine. It takes a while, and she's not back yet. I get up to check on her, "Strawberry Lady? Where did you go?" I ask. "Stay there, I'm finding something..." I roll back onto the bed like a good boy and wait for her. Another minute she enters the room with a black trash bag and a huge beaming smile on her face. "Here's the shorts." She throws them over to me. Blue netted, old school gym shorts. I slide them on. "Okay, you got me. What's in the bag, beautiful?" Jen opens the bag and tells me a short story, "You think you're different, right? Well..okay this is weird." She starts to clam up. "No, go on. Please.." I beg to her. "Well, I've collected every pair of panties that I could since I was 14, and....I like to be punished in them. I love panties, and I love to get in trouble." "Wow..... May I please pick out a pair for you?" I ask politely as I give her a kiss on the cheek and stroke her blonde hair with my fingers. Jennifer leans the bag over to me with stars in her eyes. An assortment of every color, style, and fabric. I was easily lost going through the top part, and I didn't want to waste too much time deciding. She's ridiculously sexy to me, and I must make her squirt all over this bed. This means war. I may have lost it back there big time before the shower, but this is a second chance. "This isn't weird to you?" She asks me in an almost unsure manner. I answer with the obvious, "Absolutely not, Jen. I mean, how could it be compared to someone that gets off in his shorts after peeing in them?" "Haha..you're right, dirty boy." She playfully slaps me across the face. After the love slap I decided on which pair. A dark green pair of a satin material. "Oh...my Victoria's Secret Hi-Cut Rio satin.." She describes. "I bought these with my first check, I was 17. They're one of my favorites." She takes the panties, smells them first, and then slowly slides them up her creamy cheerleader legs. "You slapped your Daddy across the face?!? You really crossed the line this time, baby girl." I declare as I pin her arms to the bed and slowly kiss down her chest to her panties. She quivers a little when I put my lips on them. "Ugh...the fabric.." She lightly moans. "It's making my little pussy wet. I don't want to mess my panties and stain them..." She explains looking worried. "You better not stain these panties. You know how much they cost me.." I give her a short light but firm slaps on her bubble butt. I admit, the satin feels good to the touch. When I kissed her down there, her little bush felt heavenly underneath them. "Noo! Spanking makes it worse. See?" Jennifer then takes my hand and puts it on her crotch. She red hot, and I can feel that the panties are soaked. I look down with her to see if there's a wet spot. Sure enough there was a big one. "Great...now look at what you did? They're stained now." Jen looks at me shocked and excited. She puts her arms around me, hugs, and kisses me deep. "Baby, I have to do this now, and I don't want to.." I explain to her softly. "I know, I did it to myself. I'm my own worst enemy. But first, I need to go to the bathroom.." "Nope." I wrap around her body and force her over my lap, "You're not allowed. You struck your Daddy, and your sweet little pussy ruined these panties that I bought you for school." I strike her hard with the first spank. Have to let her know this is serious. Jen fidgets and can feel how hard I am under the gym shorts. She yelled out, "Owww!! Mmmm...I can feel you down there...I love it." She reaches for me, but I catch her hand and put it back to her side. "Oh no, you're not allowed to touch me until this is over and you learned your lesson." I start going steady, regular force. I can see that her butt is starting to get pink. So, I pull her panties down the back side but not off just to look, and spank some more till I feel her skin get warm. Then I slid them back up over her butt. I start to feel this warm sensation, but it's not from where I expected. Jennifer starts to shake hard, and moves her hand down to her crotch. Once again I catch her arm and put it back to her side. "Nooo...I can't stop it." She exhales in one breath. Each spank was a spurt, each time more than the last. "Stop it! You're peeing in your panties!" I snap at her. Jen then turns her head and looks at me, and I feel everything she let out. The sound of it, the feeling of her warm pee going into my lap. She closes her eyes and strains to get every drop out. We laid there in euphoria for a moment while I petted her wet bottom. "Thank you, Daddy.." She whispers to me. It's around 4 am. Six hours sure flew by. I wish it never ended. Like Groundhog's Day with Bill Murray, just let this re-live over and over. I scoop Jennifer up into my arms, her soaked crotch still dripping on the floor. Her face was relieved, exasperated, and just gorgeous. As I carried her, I gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Now I'm going to have to clean you up. I hope you didn't waste all of your juice for just your bed and panties."

In a Timeline where Super Saiyan 4s, vengeful foes, & Evil Dragons exist. A Untold Lost Chapter about a strong Quarter-Saiyan known as Pan begins to have troubles of her own. Pan: Okay who broke the toilet on the ship!? (Kid) Goku: Sorry Pan I should've been more careful on how I use that thing *laughs* Pan: IT'S NOT FUNNY GRANDPA! I NEEDED TO PEE! Trunks: Pan calm down maybe the next Dragon Ball could be on a Planet of Civilization do you think you can hold it for a while? Pan: Fine but if there isn't I will force myself to pee in my pants and you have to clean up my puddle Trunks... Trunks: What!? Please tell me you are kidding!? Pan: Nope, I'm dead serious... (Kid) Goku: *laughs* Wow Trunks I feel sorry for you! Pan: And you are going to help him clean up Grandpa. (Kid) Goku: What!? But why!? Pan: Have you forgotten who broke the Toilet! (Kid) Goku: Oh right... *smiles & laughs nervously* Trunks: (Better Hurry Up to find Civilization on a Planet that has a Dragon Ball or else Pan will pee in her pants on purpose so I won't have to clean up) Trunks: Giru are we close on getting another Dragon Ball? Giru: Giru, Giru, Dragon Ball not Found, not Found! Pan: *squirms & holds Groin Area* Better hurry Trunks I don't think I can hold it anymore Trunks: Give me a bit more time, please! Pan: Okay then at least 5 more minutes (Kid) Goku & Trunks: Eeek! (Kid) Goku: Trunks hurry up I already cleaned her diapers as an Adult and I don' want to clean her up as a Kid it's ridiculous Trunks: I'm trying but Giru hasn't pick anything up [passed 3 minutes] Pans: I. Can't. Hold it. Anymore! Trunks: (Dammit it's only been 3 minutes) (Kid) Goku: Giru is there anything yet? Giru: Giru, Giru, Dragon Ball Detected, Dragon Ball Detected! (Kid) Goku & Trunks: Really!? Where!? Giru: I'll show you *Projects Image on Radar* (Kid) Goku & Trunks: On. A. Ship. Wreck?... Pan: Sorry guys I'm already at my limit it's time to release the waterfalls *Smiles* Trunks: Ah crap please Pan don't! [Pan readies her position; Sits on Floor, Open Legs Wide, Relaxes Herself] Pan: *Relieves a Puddle* Aahh *sigh* revenge feels so nice & warm Trunks: I'll get the mob... Goku, you get the Bucket of Soap Water Pan: *Laughs & Smiles* Pan you can be such a bad girl (wow I really had to pee that bad it's a good thing I used it against my Grandpa & Trunks, serves them right though) Pan: (Not gonna lie this actually felt really nice to relieve myself) *stops peeing* Pan: Wow that's a huge puddle, have fun cleaning you two also Giru can you please repair the Toilet please? Giru: Sure thing Pan, Giru, Giru. Before heading to the Ship Wreck they are about to head into trouble... [Note: This takes place after they left Giru's Home Planet and before getting the Dragon Ball on the Wrecked Ship where there was a Baby Possessed Alien Boy]

Hey everyone, I'd like to post a fictional story on this website, but the problem is that it's written in Serbian language. Should I translate it, post the original version (although I doubt people would understand it), or probably post both versions? I'd really like to show you my creations - there are two stories - one is longer than the other. It revolves around a boy called Oliver and his little accident. It touches on other subjects as well, of course including the topic/theme of omorashi. Please let me know what you think. Thanks in advance!

Just put up a new story and a new article up on my Desperate in Class site http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/amy-pees-her-panties-during-prayers.html http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/why-a-girl-peeing-her-panties-in-class-is-the-ultimate-form-of-omorashi.html Please also take my newest poll (and the rest under the Surveys tab) A poll about girl peeing their panties during or before prayers in Catholic, Evangelical or other religious schools https://s.surveyplanet.com/SkexLOJDVZ Enjoy! Tess

Maybe, someone here can translate this story (better than the google translater ;-)) Ich habe eine Geschichte für euch (leider nur in deutsch), zur Hälfte wahr, zur anderen Hälfte erdacht. Ihr könnt nun raten, welcher Teil erfunden ist und was davon tatsächlich geschehen ist. Drei Personen, die ich kenne (Namen geändert), haben mir die Geschichte erzählt, jeder der drei hat sie etwas anders erlebt. ;-) Die Erstsemester-Party Ich bin Laura, 21 Jahre alt, recht schlank und etwa 1,70m groß. Ich habe dunkelblonde halblange, leicht gelockte Haare und bin eigentlich ganz zufrieden mit mir. Ich hatte gerade meine langen letzten Schulferien hinter mir und bin in die Stadt gezogen. Hier werde ich die nächsten Jahre Betriebswirtschaft studieren, nicht besonders spannend aber dafür nicht so schwer und nach wie vor sehr gefragt. Ich hatte mich schon mit einer Nachbarin angefreundet. Sie heißt Marie und hat uns ihre Hilfe angeboten, als ich und mein Bruder, der drei Jahre älter ist und auch in der Stadt wohnt, meine Studentenbude eingerichtet haben. An diesem Abend, mein Bruder hat sich nach getaner Arbeit verzogen, haben wir noch lange im halb eingerichteten Zimmer gesessen und gequatscht und es war klar, wir sind auf einer Wellenlänge! Sie studiert auch in meiner Uni, ist aber schon ein Jahr länger da. Sie war es dann auch, die mich zu meiner ersten Studentenfeier begleitet hat. An der Hochschule gibt es den Brauch, dass die höheren Semester eine Party für "die Neuen" organisieren. Man ist unter sich und lernt sich kennen, schließlich muss man es eine längere Zeit miteinander aushalten. Die erste Woche war geschafft, alle sind jetzt mehr oder weniger im Uni-Alltag angekommen, es ist Freitag und Zeit, endlich die Freiheit zu genießen, weg von den Eltern, raus aus der Kleinstadt in's pralle Leben. "Was zieht man denn da an?" fragte ich Marie. "Nichts besonderes, was Praktisches, wir gehen ja nicht in's Theater!" antwortete sie mir etwas genervt. Okay, dann also einfach eine Jeans, Bluse und fertig. "Ziemlich sexy!" bemerkt Marie beim Anblick meiner hellblauen Skinny-Jeans. "Ja, ein Schulfreund, mit dem ich fast mal was gehabt hätte, meinte mal, ich hätte darin einen schönen Po!" Das waren natürlich nicht seine Worte, aber etwas in der Art wollte er wohl damit sagen. Gut aussehen wollte ich an diesem Abend definitiv, wer weiß, was sich ergibt. "Auf geht's, wir nehmen den Bus" motiviert mich Marie. Der Studentenclub ist auf dem Campus-Gelände etwas auswärts, ungefähr 5km von unserem Studentenwohnheim entfernt. "Rückwärts werden wir wohl laufen müssen." stellt Marie klar. "Nach Mitternacht fährt dort nichts mehr." "Kein Problem!" erwidere ich, nichts ahnend, dass es anders kommen sollte. Wir kommen an, der CLub ist schon gut gefüllt, Getränke und ein paar Happen gibt es für kleines Geld. "Nur nicht übertreiben!" sage ich zu mir. "Bleib bei einem Getränk und behalte alles schön unter Kontrolle." Ich hatte mal ein ziemlich heftiges Erlebnis bei meiner ersten Begegnung mit dem Alkohol. Da muss ich so 15 Jahre alt gewesen sein, das ist aber eine andere Geschichte. "Diese Leute wirst du noch öfter sehen und sie sollen keinen falschen Eindruck von dir bekommen." In der Mitte des Raumes ist eine kleine Tanzfläche eingerichtet, ein DJ legt auf, die Stimmung ist gut, Marie holt für uns zwei Bier und wir beobachten das Treiben erst einmal vom Rand aus. Ein paar bekannte Gesichter habe ich schon entdeckt. Etwas später kommen ein paar Jungs aus meinem Jahrgang rüber und wir kommen in's Gespräch. "Ich muss, glaube ich, erst einmal eine Kleinigkeit essen." stelle ich fest und will mich absetzen. "Warte, Tom ist gerade was holen." werde ich informiert. Die Auswahl ist eh nicht groß, aber irgend etwas brauche ich im Magen, sonst steigt mir das Bier sofort zu Kopf. Tom kommt zurück, allerdings nur mit einer weiteren Runde Bier. "Okay dann das und danach was essen!" denke ich mir. Wir unterhalten uns über unsere Heimat, Musik, die Uni und diese Stadt. Es gibt so viele neue Eindrücke und sicher auch das eine oder andere weitere Bier gegen die trocken werdenden Kehlen. "Willst du tanzen?" fragt Toms Freund, dessen Namen ich noch nicht kenne. "Klar, warum nicht?" und wir begeben uns auf die Tanzfläche. Der leichte Dreampop passt gut zu unserer aktuellen Stimmung. Wir sind frei und schweben dahin... "Kommst du mit raus, eine rauchen?" Eigentlich rauche ich ja nicht, aber frische Luft tut mir jetzt ganz gut. "Können wir auf den Weg nach draußen noch was zu essen holen? Ich verhungere gleich!" teile ich mit. Auf's Klo muss ich jetzt auch dringend mal. "Kannst du was holen? Ich verschwinde mal kurz!" "Geht klar!" und ich steuere auf die Toiletten zu, die sich im Nachbargebäude über den Hof befinden. Draußen ist noch mehr los als im Club, einige begrüßen mich flüchtig und ich kämpfe mich durch die Menschenmenge. Der Sauerstoff wirkt zwar sehr belebend, ich fühle mich aber gerade etwas wackelig und muss mich erst einmal setzen. "Wie viel habe ich eigentlich getrunken?" frage ich mich im Stillen. "Soviel kann es doch gar nicht gewesen sein." denke ich noch so und von da an ist es dunkel... Ich erwache! Ich liege im Bett, nackt! Es ist schon hell. "Wo bin ich?" frage ich mich kurz und stelle fest "Zum Glück in meiner Bude!". "Was war los?" "Wie bin ich hierher gekommen?" Da schaut Marie um die Ecke. "Na, wie geht es unserem Partygirl?" Ich weiß die Frage noch nicht so recht zu beantworten und erhoffe mir Aufklärung und Marie erzählt mir, wie der Abend verlaufen ist: "Es war eigentlich eine schöne Party" weiß sie zu berichten. "Die Stimmung war gut, diese Erstsemesterpartys sind immer was besonderes!" scherzt sie. "Ich war letztes Jahr auch ziemlich gut drauf" stellt sie klar und will mich wohl schonend auf etwas vorbereiten. "Ist was passiert?" "Habe ich mich danebenbenommen?" "War es peinlich?" unterbreche ich sie aufgeregt. "Naja, kann man schon sagen." eröffnet sie mir vorsichtig. "Ich habe dich aber dann schnell in Sicherheit gebracht." ergänzt sie rasch. "Wie meinst du das?" will ich wissen. "Also, am Anfang standen wir noch gemeinsam da rum und dann kamen diese Typen, ich traf ein paar Leute aus meiner Seminargruppe und hatte dich dann kurz aus den Augen verloren. Kurz habe ich dich dann auf der Tanzfläche gesehen und du schienst in sehr guter Stimmung zu sein, etwas später habe ich dich dann gesucht und draußen auf einer Bank gefunden. Wie viel hast du denn um Gottes Willen getrunken?" "Vielleicht drei oder vier Bier" versuche ich mich zu rechtfertigen. "Wohl kaum!" versichert sie mir "Ich habe dich gefragt, was los ist und du hast nur noch gelallt. Der Versuch, dich auf die Beine zu bekommen, scheiterte zunächst erst einmal. Immerhin konnte ich dein Handy aus der Tasche ziehen. Ich habe deinen Bruder anrufen! Wir mussten dich ja irgendwie nachhause bringen. Während ich ihm den Weg erklärte, wolltest du mir wohl irgend etwas mitteilen. Ich versuchte dich zu beruhigen und teilte dir mit, dass uns dein Bruder gleich abholen kommt. Da versuchtest du aufzustehen, kamst aber nur einen halben Schritt vorwärts und musstest dich an einem Schirmständer abstützen. Naja, zu zweit würden wir dich dann so schon in's Auto bekommen. Etwas krumm und leicht nach vorn gebeugt lehntest du nun an diesem Schirm. Ich dachte, du wolltest dich übergeben und stützte deinen Kopf, offenbar war das aber nicht dein Problem. Ich hörte es plötzlich plätschern und dachte 'Nein, oder?' aber tatsächlich, es lief dir die Beine herunter. Ich versuchte, dir schnell noch die Hose zu öffnen und herunterzuziehen, allerdings war es bereits zu spät. Du hast dir dort echt in die Hose gemacht. Jetzt war Eile geboten, es war zwar noch nicht so kalt aber so sollten dich deine Kommilitonen nun nicht unbedingt zu Gesicht bekommen. Ich stellte mich etwas hinter dich, um der Gruppe am Eingang des Clubs etwas die Sicht zu nehmen. Zum Glück war es eine relativ dunkle Ecke und es waren ein paar Meter bis dorthin. Nun hieß es erst einmal stillhalten und warten. Ich konnte dich wieder mehr oder weniger sanft auf die Bank setzen. Ja, du hast einen süßen Po in dieser Jeans, allerdings ist er jetzt klatschnass. Ob das deinem Schulfreund auch noch so gefallen hätte? Dein Bruder kam um die Ecke und wir hievten dich auf die Rückbank seines Autos. Der schwierigste Teil war geschafft, die Treppen hoch zu deiner Wohnung war nochmal eine Herausforderung aber wir waren ja inzwischen geübt. Den Schlüssel zu deiner Wohnung hatte ich ja sogar noch in der Tasche. Dann habe ich dich in's Bett gelegt und dich aus deiner nassen Hose geschält." "Oh, mein Gott!" erschrak ich über mich selbst. "Hoffentlich hat das keiner mitbekommen!" Da kam mein Bruder in's Zimmer "Na Schwersterchen, geht es dir wieder einigermaßen?" Ich nickte verlegen. "Die Waschmaschine ist jetzt angeschlossen!" verkündete er stolz. "Ja, die brauchen wir jetzt auch!" bemerkte Marie. "Ich habe deine Sachen in die Dusche gelegt." "Keine Angst, wir behalten das für uns." tröstete mich mein Bruder "Mama und Papa müssen das nicht erfahren, sie würden sich nur unnötig Sorgen machen." "Das ist sicher besser so.", dachte ich mir so und nickte. Ich kann ihre Vorwürfe schon förmlich hören. "So eine Verantwortungslosigkeit!" "Was da alles hätte passieren können!" "Lass es dir eine Lehre sein!" Natürlich habe ich daraus gelernt! Als ich am Montag wieder in der Uni war, hat mich keiner auf meinen kleinen Absturz angesprochen. Ob sie das nur aus Rücksicht taten ober gar nichts mitbekommen haben, werde ich wohl nie erfahren. Das nächste Mal muss ich wohl etwas besser aufpassen...

Hello! I'm thinking of writing some sort of story or interactive story. I've seen many complaints and also truly have the desire to share one I have written on my own- so without further ado, I am simply inquiring which of these you would like to see - A female mercenary in a medieval setting, most likely - Some sort of world where magic is very common, a fantasy setting. (Again, female main character, but explain which role would be preferred. Perhaps priestess, college student of magic, etc.) - A very mundane, normal setting that involves going to school and likely a turbulent home life. State which of these would be most preferred and whether you would prefer an interactive story or a normal story, please! The interactive story may not be as interactive as most because I will have two to three options, I would like to follow some sort of plot but the choices will still be available Also feel free to list any other requests! This is a request post essentially, and will be locked with a link to the actual story when ready!

I'm asking the question here. So, I'd like to post a story or two on this site, but the problem is that they are in Serbian, so I will probably have to translate them. Would you like me to translate the other story and post it, since the first one is rather long and complex? It's about a boy who hits puberty and learns about his sexuality, and then he suddenly discovers the pleasure of omorashi!

Been tied up with career-related activities so I haven't put anything up on my classroom desperation story site in awhile. So here is my latest. http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/lynette-pees-her-panties-while-the-teacher-is-out.html . Have a couple more in the works based on entries from my first sighting poll, miniskirt poll, and school dance poll Also have a couple new polls. A long poll for girls who were wearing tight jeans or skinny pants when they peed their panties in school or on a school bus. https://surveyplanet.com/59516e95e5cb7e3662bc35ad A long poll for girls who were wearing a regular length or longer dress or skirt when they peed their panties in school or on a school bus. https://surveyplanet.com/59528f1fe5cb7e3662bcd1c6 Still looking for more girls to fill the long poll for girls who were wearing a miniskirt, minidress, micro-miniskirt, or micro-minidress when they peed their panties in school or on a school bus https://surveyplanet.com/58dbccbd88a2b0550c012c70 Do check out the rest of the site if you haven't yet. http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com TTFN

Okay, so first off, I am a massive fan of the text games that I have already played (the two main ones being Melissa Explains It All and A Date With Jenny) and I'm quite disappointed that there aren't many more, so I thought I'd make my own. My motivation to do this has fluctuated, but I have finally made some headway and hope to finish it soon. How soon, I don't know: it could be tomorrow, it could be in several weeks' time. The general concept of this game is similar to the afore-mentioned games (except mine, unfortunately, has significantly less content than those games): you are going on a date with a girl with the intention of getting her desperate. As desperation is the only thing I'm interested in omorashi-wise, I feel the need to apologise if my description of an event such as a wetting is in any way poor and/or underwhelming. I will implement such endings in the game A) Because, even though I'm not interested in them, many of you are, and B) The girl always making it at the end seems like a huge anti-climax. I won't give away any other details about the game, but I would like to encourage people to play the game once I've finished, give feedback, and, by all means, start your own one, whether it's based on mine or not. Hell, if you want to alter an aspect of my game slightly (i.e. rewrite an ending), I'd be more than happy for you to do so. My main reason for doing this game in the first place, after all, was so that there would be more games like this. On a quick side-note, I am posting this in Omorashi General as opposed to Interactive Stories as the latter section seems to only contain stories where the community decides the direction of the storyline via a majority vote, whereas, in my game, every player has total choice of their own path, which is why I've avoided placing my post in that forum. However, the moderators are, of course, the experts, so feel free to move this post as you see fit.

Just put up a brand new story on my classroom pantie pee blog. http://desperate-in-class.weebly.com/ashley-pees-her-panties-on-the-bus.html This is one for jeans folks and is based on one of the responses from my first sightings poll. I feel its my best one yet so enjoy!

This is an updated version of an old story of mine based on a second hand account of some poor girl peeing her panties at her Bat Mitzvah. You can see it at my classroom desperation blog. Do take the poll at the end as it will drive the special occasion pantie pee side of my blog. Also do take the other surveys listed on the front page or under the survey tab. Coming up soon is a fictionalized account of my first sighting from the girl's POV where she pees her panties during prayers at a Catholic School. Planned later are more articles, some more surveys and the following stories; Erin peeing her panties in line for the girl's room, Erin peeing her panties as she does an Irish Dance solo Pindy peeing her panties while waiting for the teacher to see her hand, Pindy pees her panties in her formal sari during the Festival of Lights Allison pees her panties while stressing over a math exam, Allison pees her panties during a school dance Amy keeps spurting in her panties her panties all through rollcall and announcements and all the way to the girls room when she has a bladder infection, Amy pees her panties during a school dance

So, here we are. I've been thinking about sharing my story, like a biography but...smaller. Why? Because I have a lot to tell and no place to tell it, and this seems like a save place to talk about my tale of woe. So yeah, strap yourselves in, this gon' b gud. I was born in Februari of 1997 in Leiden, the Netherlands. My mom, let's call her Beth, was born in the Hague, but was raised in Duiven, a town on the border of Germany. My dad, we'll call him Peter, was also born in the Hague, but hadn't moved. Thet met in an appartment building. My dad was a guard there, and my mom was taking classes to become a nurse. The had a child, my sister Amanda, 2 years before I was born. The birth wasn't without complications; I was pushing against my mom's pelvis, but I'll get back to that later. My young years were pretty good. From the stories I heard I was a happy baby, quickly satisfied and not too troublesome. I went to a school nearby with my sister. I was a happy little guy in school as well, often cracking jokes, enjoying classes and wearing bright clothes. My mom took me to a doctor once to check out my feet, as she said they looked wrong, but he dismissed it. I moved to a diffrent schoolbuilding once, because the old one was getting demolished. My mom was in a wheelchair due to the problems with her pelvis, and went under the knife in around 2004. She slowly recovered and soon, she was able to walk without pain again, and things were looking up. I was an avid swimmer, and soon brought home certificate after certificate. Right now, I have about 13 of them, including one scuba diving certificate and first-aid swimming (don't question it.). I always was a tall kid, making people think I'd love basketball, but I hated it. I had something called "DCD", which basically means you can't aim for shit. But it was fine, I laughed my way through the day and enjoyed life to it's fullest... *instert threatening music here* Then...seventh grade happened. You see, I was always kind of a...reclusive kid, not really a going-out type and everything but a badass. Yet, classmates talked to me, and I considered them friends, even inviting them over for birthday parties and the like. However, everything changed when the depression nation attacked. I suddenly came to the realisation that they weren't laughing with me, but laughing about me. I realised how, when they played with me, I always got the shitty roles, barely even playing at all. And calling people "gay" and "stupid" wasn't friendly bater, it were insult, directed at me. My trust in humanity was destroyed, as was my happiness. Almost overnight I went from a super happy kid to a dark, depressed kid, who thought about things he shouldn't think about yet. It was like there had been a party, but I looked out of the window and saw the approaching appocalypse; the party was still there, but I was the only one who saw the pointlessness of it all. On top of that, my relationship with my dad was all but perfect. There would be times where we'd be fighting daily. And at that moment, when it seemed like it couldn't get worse...the bolts that held my moms pelvis together broke loose, and she was back to square one. She had another surgery, now with a sort of substitute-bone, and once again, she slowly recovered. My sister was ok, she went to school, she made homework, she had a slight fear of failiure and a low self image, but she was ok. Between the eight and nineth grade, I switched schools, for real this time. I went to a school for bodily handicaped people. Problem was: my classmates had hung out with eachother for eight years, and I was brand new, and I was the one left out again. This was the point that my love for videogames grew into an addiction. I escaped to a world that was better, friendlier and fairer than the real one, and for a moment I could forget my problems. I finished primairy school and moved on up. I did "HAVO", which is the third highest there is, while my sister did "Gymnasium", which was the highest. Then the fear started. Out of nowhere, a huge paranoia and fear struck me. This started, as I recall, with Herobrine: a myth in the Minecraft community. This went on and on, no medicine worked, and my state got progressively worse. I saw a psychiatrist who, I shit you not, became depressed halfway through and pretty much ditched me, explaining that "He couldn't deal with my negativity". I switched schools again after the third grade, as my school had lost the right to teach at an Havo level. I moved to a school aaaaaall the way to the north of the Netherlands, and it was a hell on earth. For two years, I'd be driven back and forth to a school with an Economy teacher who didn't like kids, an English teacher who let you solve all your problems yourself and a principal...oooooh the principal...if I had the chance, I'd punch him. The amount of times my parents were called over to discuss my "behaviour", with him telling them how I should take responsibility for my problems, and saying that they weren'd being constructive when they asked what was special about this "special" school. My mom actually walked out of a meeting crying once, after threatening to sue the school. This was also the first place I fell in love. It was a pretty, slightly tomboyish girl that we'll call Naomi. She was cute, cuddly and she drove me crazy. Yet, my heart was crushed as I found out she was a lesbian. We're still friends, even though I'm still crushing hard for her. This wasn't the last time by the way, after that there were about 7 other girls that turned out to be lesbian or bisexual, or, as Naomi put it: "You have a great gay-dar, just...the wrong way around..." Around that time, I was sick of being scared, and took my fear head-on. This was in 2014, and I started with reading the plot of a bunch of horror movies on Wikipedia. Around Oktober 2014, when FNaF came out. I watched youtube videos, skipping ahead to the jumpscares. My first full horror video I watched was in Januari 2015, being about FNaF 3. From here, I started moving on up, and in Oktober 2015, I watched my first full horror movie, Final Destination 5. From here I went on to watch all the Final Destination movies and all the Saw movies, and I was no longer scared. Two years, and I failed the exams. I was devistated. I'd burned through a lot of psychiatrists and therapies, and I hit rock bottom. On top of that; remember that my mom had my feet checked out? Yup, now I needed orthopedic shoes to prefent my feet from breaking sideways, making me walk on my legbone. My dad wasn't helping at all and my mom was struggling with a depression herself. I went to another school, this time in Leiden, and got my Havo certificate in a year, lightening the mood a bit. So, we're getting pretty recent. My parent's marriage is moving downhill, my dad has lungcancer and my sister has an unknown illness, and has been bedridden for about 5 months now. On the other hand, I got a good psychiatrist and medicine that make me feel way better, I mean, at least I don't wanna kill myself anymore. Pfew, that's quite something ey. I don't know WHY I want to share this, I just do. Welp....bye! Glenn

So in the fiction section I wrote a story called the Cornfield Maze and posted it here. I submitted it on a writing contest in Redits No Sleep under "I found something disturbing while metal detecting" and won runner up for the month. I got the first part of the story narrated on Youtube as a prize. A couple mistakes but he did a good job. It's a slight AB story and involves a bed wetting main character, but it's a mystery story. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCHmD-6Uorw

So, a while back I put up a story called "Zelda's Visit". Pretty soon I will be putting up another story that takes place in the same universe and follows the same character, but isn't strictly a sequel. Should I start a new topic in the forum for it or should I just post it in the old topic?

DIIINNNGG! The school bell went. Rose finished her 3rd bottle of water during the whole 1 hour lunch period. "Should I go to the bathroom?" Rose asked her best friend, Farah. Farrah had just finished chugging her 2nd bottle of water and threw it in the bathroom. "Nah, you'll be okay." Farah said and walked to her locker. *Fast foward to the end of the day* Rose felt her bladder filling up. "I should've went to the bathroom..." She said in her mind. She knew Mrs. Trash -- Er, Mrs. Thratchs wouldn't let her go while she's 'teaching'. After 10 minutes, Rose was near desperation. It wasn't at the point of crossing her legs but she was tensing up. "Now," the teacher said, "any questions before the bell rings?" Finally.. She could soon feel relief. DIIIIINNNGG, the school bell went. Rose sprinted to the bathrooms but they were closed. "Damn," she cursed in her head. She caught up with Farah. "You have to go too?" She asked. Rose nodded. Even though she drank more than her, Farah was far beyond the desperation point. "I really have to go," Farah whimpered quietly, "I don't even know if I can hold it for the walk home, can I come to your home?" Rose responded, "Yeah of course!" *Fast Foward to the walk home* Rose was definitely at the desperation point and began to have a bladder bulge. Farah began to regain control but was still pretty desperate. They couldn't go anywhere because there were cars and kids walking to homes and buildings. "I have to go really bad..." Rose whispered to her mate. Farah, hearing those words, began to lose control and became far beyond her point and desperation. "We have to go in a building, I'm gonna pee!" She said slightly loud. Rose nodded. She looked around for buildings but they were all closed and all the bathrooms were full or closed. "I don't think I can hold it much longer." Farah said and began walker quicker. Her bladder bulge began to show and it looked swollen and painful. Rose was beginning to have a bigger bulge and slowed her walking. "I'm gonna lose it if I walk any faster!" She shouted. She whimpered, and took baby steps. It was like a faucet slowly turning. She stopped walking and held her crotch. A tiny spurt escaped and she clenched her muscles and winced. "I can't hold it any longer.." She said. Farah, just as desperate, said "Come just a few more blocks!" Those words encouraged her, She regained control. Farah however, began to slow her walking, and almost doubled over at one point. Her bulge looked like she was gonna explode. "It's right there Farah!" Rose shouted. Farah nodded and got herself together. They were nearly barely walking when they approached the front of the house. "I'm gonna lose it!" Rose shouted and bit her lip. A small spurt escaped and she put her hand in between her thighs. She threw Farah the keys she took a while to find the right one. "Oh god oh god." Farah said nearing her limit. She finally found the right one and the nearly busted through the door. Rose ran to the bathroom door, Farah behind her. "ME FIRST!" She said almost pushing her, that made Roses bladder push out another spurt and it began to leak through her panties. "No Me!" Rose shouted and pushed Farah. "No no noooo!" Her bladder couldn't take it any longer. A spurt escaped and it showed through her pants, but she had control again. Rose ran in.. But the toilet was clogged. A spurt escaped leaking through her panties and was very noticibal. "I'm gonna pee!" She yelled. With Farahs quick thinking her slowly wobbled up the stairs and looked through a closet for a towel. A spurt escaped and this time it was hard to stop. "oh no no noooOOO!" Farah laid down a towel and quickly pulled down her pants. The flow began to go out harder and she didn't have to time to take her underwear off. It hissed and she just squated. It was painful to release at first. Rose saw it all, and couldn't hold it in any longer. A big spurt escaped and went through her jeans like a rocket. She wobbled to the closet and grabbed a towel and quickly pulled her panties off. She still had to lay the towel down but couldn't stop the flow She let it flow on the wooden floor and whimpered. "Ugh..." Her face grew red. "I'm so sorry Rose..." Farah apologized. "It's alright!" She responded and smiled. Rose still was peeing. Finally, she finished. The next day it was awkward for these girls but they were somewhat closer than ever. THE END

My life has been bad for a long time, but I won't bore you with whining details. The point is that I want to release my story to the world, and sell it. It will have omorashi, wetting, and a lot more. But not just sex. There will be action and adventure as well. I don't know where I will sell this story, but... Should I include omorashi? Or just take those parts out and release the series as a normal story?

I've been looking for a relatively old story recently and I can't seem to find it. It was about a woman driving to her (best?) friends' house, holding it all the way, holding it for a day after arriving, then driving back home. I remember her changing into a bikini, and going for a swim at her friends house, if that bit of detail helps at all. I am fairly sure it was on the fiction and fanfiction section here but a long search later, I still haven't found it. It would be very much appreciated if someone who remembers it could point me to it, thanks.