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  1. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  2. Hiya! I have the flat to myself today with a ton of chores/tidying to do - I'd love to make things more interesting and let you guys know exactly how I'm getting on given that I'm not allowed to use the potty 😳 If anyone has any ideas or challenges to spice things up feel free to let me know :3 I'm currently 1 coffee down and recently peed so feeling good so far! Let's see how long that lasts...
  3. Feeling warm and cosy under my blanket, and wearing last night's Tykeables- I'm 2 coffees in trying to be a big boy and hold it whilst I play 😳😖
  4. Hellow!! Such a long time I've been here. But I'm not less into pee. I'm just doing less naughty things I guess. I wouldn't want to ramble about something useless. What is important, is me, right now! I made this audio! And I tried to be nice. I hope it is great, I don't know. I've been severely listening to F4F/TF recently (recently? Who am I fooling 😁) where I'm the sub but eventually I think I kind of want to be soft domming? I don't know. I don't feel its too important otherwise than saying there is NSFW in this audio, and I'd like to make few audios about a more interesting stories rather than my audios just being hot. Like a auditive series. There would be hot. Just, not only hot. Some kind of emotional crisis under a rain or something. I have a few romantic scenes in mind. Anyways before I make a lesbian mess or some kind of gay disaster of myself, here's the audio! https://soundgasm.net/u/Sweetlilkitten/F4FTF4FTF4TF-Yeah-I-know-youre-hugging-me-What-do-you-mean-youre-not-going-to-let-me-go-What-Im-supposed-to-do-Omorashi-wetting-the-bed-warming-up I made this audio kind of specially for someone. There were kind of storm and it is cold winter here. I guess I kind of thought of it like two roommates of uni or higher. Historians would say we're friends. Same golden rings at our finger, but very good friends 😂. Would be my dream life to be normal like this. This calm setup is nice to listen to I suppose. I hope it feels nice for everyone. I hope my love can feel comfortable in my arms as I only want them good. I want them to know I will protect them 'till the end of time. Love you darling! 🥰 🟧⬜🟪
  5. Role Reversal – 8 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 8 - Chris tells his tale from the crib Kim asked me to add my perspective on my afternoon spent in the nursery and I agreed. As Kim mentioned, I love being the one in control. So it was extremely strange for me to be so totally out of control and so far out of my comfort zone. I was a grown man; although I didn't feel like one or look like one laying on my back in a crib. Kim's plan was simply ingenious. On the one hand I could get up and leave at any time by simply crawling out of the crib. On the other hand, I knew that this simple act would likely draw the attention of Karen and that would have been suicide for my reputation in the community. And where could I go with my hands securely locked in bondage mittens? I may not even be able to open doors. I felt helpless and humiliated. I knew that it was just a matter of time before I had to wet myself. I tried to hold off as an act of defiance against Kim, but I was the one suffering, not Kim. After a while I actually tried to wet myself. Truth is that Kim dressed in her leather outfit and making me her diaper slave was driving me wild and that kept me in a perpetual state of arousal. I found it almost impossible to pee in this state. The added element of peeing into a diaper, would not let me relax enough to just let it flow. The fact that I could not have Kim sexually or even touch myself was also driving my frustration and excitement levels to new heights. Yes, Kim was tormenting me, and she knew how to push all of my buttons. My need to pee kept growing stronger. I was desperate and fidgeting in my crib. I took one final attempt to reach down and remove my diaper, but the diaper cover was closely locked around my diapered area. I also had to be very slow with my movements because each time I moved, the bells attached to me would jingle. That noise sent panic through my body. I remember wetting my diaper in intimate detail. I guess because it was a first for me and because it was more arousing than I ever knew possible. I placed both of my hands between my legs. The bondage mittens didn't allow much, but I held myself as tightly as I could. The pressure took over and my pee began to escape into my dry diaper. Wow, what a feeling. My pee was coming faster and faster, and I was wondering how much fluid my diaper and liner could take. I had read many accounts of how wetting a diaper feels, but until it happened to me, I didn't know what I was missing or how it felt. It was true what people said. The wetness truly races through your diaper. I was mortified, but so turned on. I was rubbing myself through my diaper cover the entire time I was wetting myself. I am sure that I could have made myself come if I continued, but the bells on my wrists were about to give me away, so I stopped moving my hands. I finished wetting my diaper and laid back in complete frustration. I was not going to be able to come without great risk of being discovered. I was literally shaking with excitement and sexually frustrated beyond belief. I had never felt such powerful emotions. It seemed like hours before Kim returned. I lived the whole time in fear that Karen might wander around our house and discover me in the process. Thankfully, that didn't happen. I could hear the two ladies talking when Kim returned. Kim was apologizing to Karen because the furniture wasn't delivered. I knew that the delivery wasn't due for another week. Oh! That Kim can be so sneaky. By now I was getting used to the wet feeling that surrounded me, but I didn't get used to my shame. I actually added to my diaper a couple of more times waiting for Kim. What else does one do in a crib? I got a great appreciation of how Kim must feel when I diaper and humiliate her. The effect it had on me was mixed. I was aroused, but I also wanted to turn the tables on Kim. I wanted in the worst way to put Kim in this crib and let her be the one on her back; wetting and waiting for her Daddy to return. But that was not meant to be that Saturday. I was the slave and couldn't see an immediate way out of my predicament. To Be Continued…
  6. This is a very specific type of dl and unfortunately I’ve only been able to find a few with this scenario. Does anyone know any good doujinshi with this kind of stuff that’s not the madoka one or the office mom one? I’ve been trying to find some for a while but anytime I scroll through n.hentai I feel like I’m about to end up on a watch list. Also no school girls please I know they’re fictional but I’m not comfortable with that.
  7. Sooo I can’t believe this just happened last night. Feels like a dream. I had one of the most amazing omo experiences of my life. Completely unplanned too. I hope this doesn’t sound too unbelievable, I absolutely swear this is true. I got very lucky 🙂 Ok so last night was Christmas Eve in Australia. I’m up in a big country town visiting family. I don’t know many people apart from family up here, last night my cousin and her friend invited me to see a local band at one of the pubs. Was a very fun night and eventually we went to a few different pubs and I lost them. I was about to go home when i decided to have a look on the dance floor. Didn’t see anyone I knew but started dancing with these girls and hit it off with one of them. Let’s call her “Becca”, she was a nurse, 30, light brunette, slightly chubby in a curvy way. Very cute face. She was wearing a black tank top and a longish floral skirt that went a bit past her knees. She was very into me. We danced and kissed for a while. It was getting pretty late so I offered to walk her home. We decided to walk down to the riverfront and make out some more. We were both pretty tipsy. As we were getting closer Bec mentioned she hoped there were toilets as she was getting desperate to pee. I don’t know what came over me but i straight up told her that I’d like to see her pee and it’s a massive turn on for me. Without skipping a beat she said asked me what I wanted her to do and was enthusiasticly asking questions about why it turned me on. A very positive response. She admitted that she loved being submissive, loved to please and was really into public exhibitions. I actually couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I told her I want to make out with her while she was desperate and for to pee her panties a little. Beth grabbed my hand and led me to a bench next to the river. At this time of night there was no one around so we had the whole place to ourselves. We started making out passionately and I heard a little splashing sound and and felt my hand get warm as I rubbed her through her beige panties. She had just pissed in her skirt a little sitting down on the bench. I couldn’t believe she didn’t even want to lift it up before she peed. Was this really happening? It felt like a dream. She stood up in front of me and I felt her through her skirt. She peed again making a big wet patch on the front of her skirt. I could see pee running down her legs and making a little puddle on the ground. Her skirt was now soaked on the front and had a nice wet patch on her butt. She was still desperate and kept asking me what else I wanted her to do. I asked her to give me head until she couldn’t hold on any more. That was met with an enthusiastic yes! Beth was squatting down, giving me head when I heard that familiar splashing sound. “Im pissing” she whispered to me. She peed for about 20 seconds. Soaking her skirt and panties even more. I led her to the soft grass on the river bank and laid down. She climbed on top of me with her panties still on and her skirt around her waist. She peed a little more on my stomach before she pulled her panties to the side and slid onto my cock. We fucked for a while she would occasionally stop to let a little more pee out. I made her come twice! She was loving it. Not long after we went back to the bench and talked/kissed. She had drank heaps of water from the nearby water fountain. We were talking about what turned us on when she peed again through her skirt. It was very warm last night so the front of the skirt was almost dry. But the back was now soaked again. It was getting very late so we decided to go out separate ways. We made plans to catch up the next day so thought it was best we both get some sleep for Christmas Day. One last kiss and I felt her through her damp skirt and we partnered ways. She sent me a text saying she needed to pee again walking home so she just pissed down her legs while walking. Said she felt so naughty! Honestly it was an amazing night and I’m still trying to process everything that happened. Every word of this is true. I’ll send some pics in the second part so stay posted. I’m a very lucky guy 😊
  8. https://pornzog.com/video/8363204/secretary-spanked-wetting/ I would rip it but I don’t know how but this was a decent little find
  9. IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.
  10. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
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  12. Hey everyone I decided to have a go at writing a little story about two girls exploring their different fetishes involving omorashi. It just so happens they are new stepmom and stepdaughter. This story was created with the help of AI. Please excuse spelling errors and some choppy sentences. Please let me know what you think of the story, and let me know your ideas for what should happen next! I hope you enjoy. _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ {Chapter 1} "Kaylee I told you we have to leave in 10 minutes! Why are you still in bed?" Her step mother asked. "Didn't you hear me say that? Get up and get dressed!" She yelled out again as she walked past the door of Kaylee's room. Kaylee rolled out of bed and sighed. She really didn't want to go on this trip with her step mom. Ever since her dad remarried a year ago, things haven't been the same. Plus her Dad got a promotion, and was traveling all the time. She felt like she barely got to see him. She didn't like her new step mom all that much. In fact, she hated her. And now they were going on a girls trip together. Her step mom said it was to help them bond. Whatever that means. Kaylee stepped into the bathroom and took off all her clothes. She sat on the toilet and began to pee. Urine splashed loudly against the bowl. She could smell her urine as it splashed in the water. The sound of the stream hitting the bowl echoed throughout the bathroom. Finally her stream stopped and she wiped herself. She stood up and flushed. She paused to check herself out in the bathroom mirror. She was a cute little redhead with big blue eyes. Her skin was pale, and had some freckles scattered around her face. She had a small frame with little boobs and a nice tight ass. Her legs and feet were also very beautiful; long slender legs and tiny toes with painted pink nails. She felt pretty good about how she looked. Kaylee began brushing her teeth when suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was her stepmom. "Come on honey. Hurry up!" Kaylee couldn't believe what she just heard. Did she seriously call her 'honey'? Kaylee rolled her eyes and finished brushing her teeth. She fixed her hair into a ponytail and changed into her outfit. She slid on her white panties and bra. Next she buttoned her jean shorts and put on a white tank top. Finally she slid her flip flops on her cute feet. Kaylee grabbed her bags she packed the night before and headed down stairs. When she reached the bottom floor, she noticed her step mom waiting for her angrily in the kitchen, with breakfast was sitting on the table. "I told you to hurry up! What is wrong with you? We need to be out of here by 7:30!" Kaylee opened the fridge and pulled out an orange juice carton. She poured her juice and then took a sip. "Sorry," She said as she gulped down the rest of the juice. "No, you disobeyed me. I'm going to punish you. Her step mom said in a cold voice. Kaylee was confused. Is she serious? "What do you mean?" Her step mom stood up and walked over to her. "Give me your phone." "What!? No way!" Kaylee said angrily. "You can either give me your phone or I'll call your dad." Her step mom threatened. Kaylee was shocked. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew what would happen if her dad found out. He'd ground her, or even spank her when he got home from his trip. But she couldn't let that happen. She handed her step mom her phone without saying anything. "Now hurry and eat your breakfast. We're leaving in ten minutes." "You're the worst! You know I don't like you, Sandra!" Kaylee said angrily. Her step mother's eyes narrowed in anger. "I know you don't like me, but I punish you for your own good. I'm hoping our trip will help us with our relationship. Now finish eating your breakfast." Kaylee ate quickly while her step mom watched. Kaylee's step mom Sandra was a beautiful lady. She had long black hair and bright green eyes. Her body was perfect. She wasn't skinny but she also didn't have any fat on her. Her breasts were big and firm, although not overly large. Her waist was slim and her ass was round and full. Her pussy was shaved and pretty. Her legs and feet were also absolutely gorgeous. Her body often made Kaylee jealous of how amazing she looked compared to Kaylee's small figure. Kaylee finished her breakfast and downed another glass of orange juice. She got up and gathered all her stuff. Her step mom followed behind her. "Wait a minute," Sandra said. "Yes?" Kaylee replied. "You should probably pee before we leave. "I thought you wanted me to hurry?" Kaylee said annoyed. "I don't plan on stopping for a while, so you might want to use the bathroom." "No thanks, I'll be fine." Kaylee said annoyed. Sandra glared at her. "Whatever. I'm just trying to help." She turned around and walked out the front door. Kaylee grabbed her bags and followed behind her. "We have a long drive ahead of us. The gps says 13 hours." Her step mom explained. "You expect me to ride with you in the car without my phone for 13 hours!?" Kaylee asked angrily. "Yes, Now get in." Kaylee climbed into the back seat. Her step mom got in and then started up the engine. They drove out of her driveway and onto the road. Thee two sat in the car silently while they drove. Kaylee was furious that her step mom wouldn't let her use her phone. How was she supposed to go 13 hours without it?
  13. Disclaimer: All of my stories are written with the help of AI to varying degrees, though I still write the majority myself. It was an interesting party. the men wearing dashing suits, the girls in gorgeous cocktail dresses, most having loose fitting skirts with little petticoats beneath, and barely hidden beneath each dress, a diaper on every girl in the house. a few of the girls already had diapers that noticeably sagged beneath the hem of their skirt, while others looked perfectly comfortable, and still others squirmed in desperation as they tried to hold it as long as they could before the inevitable accident. The air was filled with jazz music from the band in the corner, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Allie's eyes were drawn away from the dance floor for a moment when she noticed all her friends, except for one girl who was dancing closely with her boyfriend, looking at her intently. She knew what they wanted; they wanted her to pee in her diaper! They'd been teasing her about it for weeks now and today was no different. She kept a straight face for a moment but then turned red and put out her hand to stop them. "No, I'm fine," she insisted. "Come on Allie, please?" said Candace. She was wearing a white dress that showed off her tanned legs. It was held up by matching white straps across her shoulders, showing off her ample cleavage. She wore a pink bow around her neck. "I really can't, not right now." Allie replied. Candace rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated. "We're here because we want you to have fun!" she protested. The other girls nodded their heads in agreement, and continued staring at Allie. "Ok, let me think about it." Allie said, turning back to the dance floor. The other girls gave her a round of applause and cheered enthusiastically. "She's going to do it!" they chorused. Allie smiled and rolled her eyes, and made her way onto the dance floor. After a couple of songs, she decided it was time. She walked over to the bar where the bartender was serving drinks to some of the guests. "Excuse me sir," she said politely. "Would you mind getting me a glass of water?" He looked her up and down and then smiled at her. "Sure thing." he said. "Anything else?" "Actually, yes," she replied. "I'd also like a glass of club soda with lemon please." "What would you ladies like?" said the bartender. "Just water for us thanks," said Candace. The bartender poured the water and handed it to Allie and the other girls. He returned to the bar to get the club soda. Allie took a sip of the water. As she did so, a man approached from behind her to fill his own glass from the pitcher. She almost gasped aloud when she felt a small wet spot form between her legs. Her bladder was full and ready to go. "Here you are ma'am." said the bartender handing her the club soda. "And a lemon wedge." He turned to the man standing next to her. "Were you looking for something?" "Oh, no, nothing that important. Here you go." He handed the bartender a dollar bill and took a glass of water from him. Allie turned to see the stranger smiling at her. "Thank you," she said. "You're welcome." he answered. "Enjoy your night." With that he turned and rejoined his group of friends. She watched him walk away and couldn't help thinking how cute he was, and how much she wished he'd stayed longer. Luckily for her, It wasn't long before he returned. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing," he said to her. "Thank you. You look very handsome yourself." She responded. "Thanks. So...do you always wear diapers?" he asked. Allie blushed, and looked down at her feet. "Well, sometimes I do." she confessed. She didn't normally tell people that, But she'd never been directly asked before, either. "Yeah, I know what it's like. My wife is the same way." he answered. "Really?" she exclaimed. "Is she one of the girls here tonight?" "No, she worked all day so she couldn't make it. She does however, love this kind of party though. We've been coming to them together for years." "Wow." She said. "She must be very lucky." "Are you married?" he asked. "No, actually. And I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to hold my pee any longer." "Oh! Are you sure?" "Kind of," she admitted. "But I guess I can try to make it until the next dance." "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you decide to go ahead and wet your diaper." Her heart skipped a beat. She hated being teased for wetting herself. She had never even thought of having someone see her doing it on purpose. But somehow it didn't seem as bad now with him reassuring her. "I don't know..." she started to say. "It's ok. I promise I won't laugh or anything." He said comfortingly. He could tell it was her first time, and was doing his best to help her. "Ok. Fine." she said reluctantly. "Great!" he smiled. "Let's get out there and dance." They walked over to the middle of the dance floor and began dancing. They stayed close to each other. The music was fast and loud, making conversation difficult, but Allie managed to ask him some questions anyway. "So how long have you been married?" she asked. "Almost three years now. I met my wife through chance," he answered. "I still remember the first time I saw her. I went on a hike and she sat down right next to me. Her hair was blowing in the wind, and I could smell her perfume. She leaned forward and smiled, and the rest is history." "That sounds wonderful," she sighed. "I wish I had someone like that, but I haven't been able to meet anyone since I moved here." "Really? I think you seem really nice. Maybe we can change that." "Maybe," she replied. "I hope so. Do you come to these parties often?" "Yes, every month. Sometimes more than once if my wife can make it." Allie laughed a little nervously. "My roommate doesn't really care for clubs and stuff like this," she said. "I usually just go by myself." "Really? I don't blame them. This place gets pretty crowded sometimes." "Not too bad tonight though," she said. "But I've only seen a few people who look like they might be here alone." "Well, I'm glad you decided to dance with me. Maybe you'll meet someone else tonight." A slow song started playing and the man took her hand and pulled her closer. They danced close to each other and held hands. The man put his arm around her shoulder and Allie snuggled up against him. His strong arms felt good around her, and she felt safe and relaxed. She closed her eyes and let the music carry her away. She heard the man singing along to the song. She opened her eyes and felt something warm and wet between her legs, and realized that she was starting to pee herself. She tried to stop it, but she couldn't. It was too late. As soon as the song ended, the man sensed her distress. "Are you ok?" he asked. "I'm fine!" she lied. "Just having a bit of trouble holding it." The man nodded. He squeezed her shoulder gently and asked if she needed to pee. She shook her head no and told him she was fine. The next song started playing, and the man held her hand again as they started dancing. After a minute or two, she felt comfortable enough to relax a bit. She noticed that the man was looking into her eyes, and smiled at him. "You seem very nice," she said. "I'm glad you asked me to dance." "So am I," he smiled back at her. "And it looks to me like you finally let go." "Do you think?" she asked nervously. He nodded. "It's ok. I mean, every girl here has or will do the same tonight." Allie looked down at her soaked diaper and then glanced nervously at the man. "I'm sorry. I would have waited until after our next dance if i could have." The man chuckled. "No need to apologize. I'd rather see you wet yourself. Besides, it's not the end of the world." "I guess not," she admitted. The next song started and they continued to dance. Allie felt a little uncomfortable, but she tried to keep up her act. The man seemed to notice that things weren't going well though, and he leaned in close to her ear. "If you want to take a break, I understand," he whispered. "I'll wait for you if you want." "That's ok," she whispered back. "I can handle this." The next song started and they continued to dance. By this time, Allie felt like she was getting used to the idea of being seen dancing in a wet diaper. When the next song ended, the man took her hand and led her off the dance floor. "I'm going to take a break," he said. "You go ahead and get cleaned up if you want." She turned toward the door, and saw that the line for the women's bathroom was incredibly long. There was no way she would make it before the next song started. Allie nodded and headed back to the table. As she returned to the table, she noticed that some of the guys were looking at her strangely. She thought they must have noticed her wet diaper, but she didn't say anything. She sat down on the booth beside Tom, but she didn't feel quite as relaxed as before. She felt the urge to pee again, and she could tell that she was wetting herself while she sat. Tom noticed that Allie wasn't sitting quite right. "What's wrong?" he asked. Allie blushed. Trying play it off, she shrugged. "I'm a little tired." Tom nodded. "I know what you mean. It's been a busy night. Are you sure you're ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied. "Ok then," he smiled. "Let me know if you need anything." "Thanks," Allie smiled back. The next song started, and Allie looked over and caught sight of Candace dancing with another girl. She watched them for a moment, then realized that both Candace and her partner were wet. She looked around the room to see who else was wet, and she noticed several girls, but nobody seemed to be bothered. Several of the guys were checking out the girls' diapers, and everyone seemed content. Allie felt a wave of relief wash over her. She still felt embarrassed about being seen wearing a wet diaper, but she realized that most people probably didn't even care. That was the point of this party after all. It wasn't a big deal! The next song started playing, and a new man asked Allie back to the dance floor. She nodded to Tom and he smiled as she left. They danced for a while, and Allie was feeling a lot better. She got more confident, and she began to enjoy herself. By the time the next song ended, Allie felt pretty good about herself. She felt like she was beginning to get the hang of this diaper love thing, and she was enjoying herself. The man offered to buy her a drink. Allie accepted, and smiled as she took the glass from his hand. As she sipped her drink, she looked around the room and noticed that there was only one other woman currently wetting her diaper, when she turned toward the restroom and spotted Candace standing in line. She seemed to be leaking down her leg. "Hi Candace!" Allie called out, walking over. "be right back" she told the man, who nodded. Candace waved and smiled. "Hey Allie," she replied. "How are you doing?" Allie shrugged. "I'm ok. I'm having a good time," Allie smiled. "Oh yeah? Me too," Candace grinned. "I've never done this before, but I'm starting to really like it." "Me too," Allie replied. "I mean, I'm kinda nervous, but I'm really having fun." "Well, we're gonna be here for a couple of hours," Candace laughed. "We might as well enjoy ourselves." "Yeah," Allie agreed. "I don't think I could have gotten through this without you." "Don't worry," Candace said. "It's not that bad." "Yeah," Allie agreed. " and here I was afraid it was going to be embarrassing." "Not a chance," Candace explained. "I mean, everyone is wearing a diaper. Nobody cares." "I guess so," Allie answered. They chatted for a few minutes, and Allie was surprised by how easy it was talking to Candace. She was beautiful and very nice, and they had a lot in common. They talked about various topics, and Allie found that she liked Candace quite a bit. When Candace's turn came to use the bathroom, Allie walked her there. "i mean, if i was trying to use it, it would be a little late. I was standing in a puddle back there" Candace said with a laugh. "No worries," Allie said. "I'll help you change." "Thanks," Candace smiled. Allie helped her get the soaked diaper off and Candace cleaned up and put on a new one. Then Allie lifted her skirt to show Candace her wet diaper as well. "think i should change? or wait?" Allie asked. "Wait," Candace smiled. "It can handle it" "Ok then," Allie smiled and dropped her skirt, leaving her wet diaper on as they left the bathroom. She rejoined her dance partner, and they continued to dance to the next two songs. When the next song ended, Candace asked Allie if she wanted to join her back at their table. Allie kissed the man on the cheek, nodded and followed her friend. When they reached the table, Candace pulled out a chair and sat down. Allie took another chair and they ordered drinks. "So, how do you like this place?" Candace asked. "It's nice," Allie answered. "I'm having fun." "I know, right?" Candace smiled. "This is great!" "Yeah," Allie agreed. "hey check out those two" Candace said with a sly smile. "looks like a little bit of D/s play" Allie looked where Candace was pointing and saw the couple in the corner. The woman was sitting against the windowsill with her legs parted and her skirt was hiked up high enough for Allie to see that she had wet her diaper under her short dress. Her girlfriend was holding herself, whimpering, and it looked like she had been waiting all night without relief. "Miss, please let me..." they heard the desperate girl say. "Hold your pee just a moment longer, sweetheart," the woman said in a soothing voice. "Be a good girl." "Please..," the girl pleaded. "You will wait until I tell you," the woman said firmly. "Yes ma'am," the girl cried. "That's my good girl," the woman laughed softly. They kissed while the sub held herself and squirmed. Then Allie saw the domme mouth "go" in a voice too quiet for Aliie to hear, and the girl began flooding her diaper completely, to the point it overflowed and ran down her legs and spread across the floor beneath her. "Go ahead honey," the woman said, laughing softly. The girl was clearly in bliss as she soaked herself. "I can't believe that happened," Allie said. "I know right? That was fucking hot" Candace said with a sultry smile. Allie smiled back. She couldn't wait to see what else this party had in store. ***
  14. Curse of the Crinkle Crate Composed by Horatio Husky Featuring and Commissioned by Kazard the Fox! Chapter 1 The Box I… Want… Couch Time… Now… were the thoughts of a certain blonde-haired fox, as he absentmindedly fumbled with the keys to his small, cozy home. His shoulders were slumped, and his eyelids half open in a vacant stare as he maneuvered his key into the lock of his front door. The day had been absolutely miserable, all of his clients had been in a bad temper when he spoke with them about their problems, and one of them even seemed to believe that the fox didn’t really know what he was doing. Of course, he knew what he was doing! He’d graduated top of his class by no small miracle, the fox was very talented at his work, but the lack of appreciation and frustration that was thrust upon him by his clients was not something studying could have prepared him for. At last, the key turned, and the door swung wide open, shouldering his bag he strode inside and carelessly dropped it in the front hallway, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him with a click, locking it once more. Give… Me… That… Couch… thought the fox once more, as he strode into his living room. However, his couch did not seem to be on the agenda just yet, for the fox almost tripped over a wooden box in the center of the room. Kaz was taken aback, how had this gotten in his home? He didn’t remember lugging a rather plain, heavy looking wooden box into his home. Its dimensions were around two feet by two feet, and a foot and a half tall. Kneeling down, his tail now twitching with apparent interest and curiosity he inspected it closer to find that its lid was hinged, with the front opening to the container facing towards him. What on earth… Did somebody break in and leave this here? He thought to himself, as he reached forward with a paw and tentatively opened the strange box. The lid thumped onto his carpet as he gazed into what was held within the strange item, and was even more confused to see that the box only contained two items in it. A thick square of plastic upon closer inspection Kaz found to be a white, adult diaper, and a note next to it, written in fancy cursive. He picked it up, his eyebrows furrowing as he perused through a short poem, a strange feeling of warmth he didn’t recognize bubbling up in his insides as he did so. For a year and a day obedient shall you be, To the rules and whims of the box at your knee, Letters and rules shall be provided from these wooden confines, Giving you instructions, tasks, items, and lines, And lest you not listen to my behest, Shall you not have your day-to-day be the best! For control and independence are no longer yours From now you’ll always be clad in diapers! Diapers? Control? Is this all some sort of prank that got delivered into my house that one of my friends managed to sneak in? He turned the note over and found that more was written on the back of it, this time not in the mysterious cursive font as on the front. The rules are simple, Kazard. For a year and a day you will be completely unable to control your bladder nor your bowel, making it that at any time whatsoever, you will completely and utterly mess and wet yourself anywhere you are. Within this box, you will find your solution to this new conundrum in your life, which you have agreed to participate in by opening this box. Whenever you open this box you will be supplied with plain white diapers perfectly matched to handle whatever punishment you give them. It is recommended that you also invest in other supplies related to padding, such as powder and anti-rash cream, but those are up to your discretion. You may try and not wear your diapers, but you will find that it is wiser to comply with the rules and keep yourself nice and secure; your continence will not return either if you do not obey the rules set before you. If you wish to communicate with the box, you must do so through a bargain written on a note to express your wishes. However, be warned: the box is liable to interpret and balance any request or boon as it wishes if whatever you offer is not of equal value, so it may be wisest to obey as instructed and keep yourself diapered at all times of the day, otherwise, the consequences will be severe. With that, we hope you enjoy your next trip around the sun padded up! This has to be a joke… Boxes that interpret poetry and supply diapers whenever opened? This isn’t even a funny prank, this is pathetic. The fox dropped the diaper and note back into the box with contempt, what a stupid thing to waste his time with. He got up, the couch now forgotten as his stomach rumbled its hunger aloud to the room. He padded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and rummaging through his dry food cabinet, retrieving a large bag of chips. He held the bag in his maw as he stretched, reaching up to the higher shelf to grab himself a chocolate bar. It was just out of his reach, and he strained, leaning against the counter to support his weight as he grasped after his sweet. The counter must have been wet, however, for he looked down as he felt something damp against him. The bag of chips dropped out of his mouth and onto the counter below him. The counter hadn’t been wet, no. It was he who had gotten wet.
  15. I’m putting out a request for anyone to control my bladder into the new year. I tried to find the tags for some options that I’d be into. But feel free to ask about options. Till then I’ll keep sipping on my drink
  16. It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!
  17. 🦊 Isle of Foxes By Horatio Husky Commissioned by ArtMckinley Part One ”Island” Janet Parker kept her breathing steady, and her sights up. Disembarking from the rowboat after having crossed part of the East China Sea, the young anthropologist’s arms had shook even as she hauled the boat ashore. Still, after having furtively glanced around the deserted shoreline, she confirmed that she had managed to arrive undetected. Shouldering her backpack and hefting her emergency supplies kit out of the boat, she had half carried, half dragged her supplies to the jungle’s edge and hoisted her baggage into a small nestling of exposed rock. There, she would set up her camp. No fire or open forest floor plan for Janet, however. The mission she was attempting to undertake required utmost discretion, for not only was she going to have to camouflage her encampment as best as she could, but the boat would also have to be hauled further onto the island and hidden with brush. Still, Janet figured, she had some time yet. Carefully unpacking some of her supplies, she laid out the spokes and tarp that would make up her tent. Patterned the same lush hues of green as the surrounding underbrush, the anthropologist internally crossed her fingers that she would remain undetected. As she began to erect the tent, moving the expanding metal rods and tough, industrial string through the various pores of the tarp, her mind wandered back to the grueling process that had led her to the island she had been fascinated with since childhood. Maps of ‘Okidaitōjima’ had covered the walls in her bedroom ever since she was twelve. Previously known as ‘Rasa Island’ but also known as ‘Abreojos’ by its Spanish discoverer Bernardo de la Torre, who had become all too familiar with its perilously shallow surrounding shores, it was not the geography or its history that fascinated Janet. For thousands of years, the Japanese islanders who inhabited the Okinawa Islands held the island as sacred and forbidden to set foot upon. Untouched by humanity for hundreds of years, the island was rumored to be home to the only known species of intelligent, anthropomorphic foxes. Only recently had satellite imagery confirmed that the island was, in fact, inhabited. Changes in the island’s landscape and blurry images supplied by the satellite’s imagery suggested that there was indeed a primitive presence on the island. Janet still remembered the moment she had first viewed the low resolution pictures of erected watch towers and small huts, covered in leafy green vines and appearing almost as if they had been grown out of the forest into a desired shape. She had almost spat out her morning coffee when, unnoticed by her colleagues, a suspiciously orange shape appeared to be perched neatly in one of the towers. She had kept this observation to herself of course. Janet knew that if she founded her request to her university’s funding committee based on what most considered to be Japanese folklore she would be laughed out of the conference room. Persuading the Japanese government to lift the sanctions protecting the island’s shores from visitors of any kind was no easy task either. After several months of back and forth, Janet had opened her office mailbox to the welcome sight of a red envelope addressed to her personally. Inside of it, she was greeted with a letter proudly marked with the logo of the Japanese embassy. Not only had she been granted a researcher’s visa, but she would become the very first civilized human being to study the island’s inhabitants. Janet had gotten her chance, a childhood dream to prove to the world that lateral sentient evolution had occurred in other mammalian species. With any luck, after collecting enough evidence to make her claim undisprovable, she would begin a new career as the world’s first and leading anthropomorphologist. Janet regarded her handiwork, noting with a sense of self-satisfaction that her practice at home had paid off. From afar, the tent she had just constructed appeared indistinguishable from the surrounding jungle flora. In fact, she thought to herself, I’ll have to take careful note of its surrounding landmarks if I’m to find it again… After taking a moment to carefully study her immediate area, noting a particularly mossy boulder only a few feet away from her camp, she turned her gaze over to the metal and plastic watercraft she had arrived in. Its exterior had been painted a dull gray with a motley of military green intermixed with its rather unappealing color scheme. Despite having been designed to match the surrounding jungle, the glossy waterproofing it had been covered with caught the sun in a dazzling reflection. Janet made her way towards the boat, nervously glancing behind her shoulder at the looming watchtowers that just poked over the canopy of the jungle behind her. I really hope they haven’t been looking in this direction for the past hour… Stretching her arms above her head and behind her back as she strode purposefully towards the craft, she limbered herself up in preparation for a grueling haul towards the jungle’s edge. With several undignified grunts of effort and a lot of panting later, Janet was grateful to find that after pulling the boat onto the looser, dryer sand her efforts became significantly less labored. Half an hour later, Janet stood with her arms on her hips as she squinted hard at the boat, which was now concealed under a hefty amount of fallen branches and leaves. Sure… If you look at it long enough you’ll notice something is amiss… But that’s only if you expect to see something out of place. Contenting herself with the thought that after a day or two worth of tropical jungle rainfall the hidden boat would sink more organically into its surroundings, Janet waded through the sand back towards her tent. After a few minutes of anxiously scanning the jungle, her eyes alighted on the boulder she had set as her landmark and soon enough she was crawling inside of her makeshift abode. It was getting late, the sun began to cast the western part of the island with rosier hues, shifting from its lustrous, daytime yellow to a soft, warm red. The inside of her tent was growing darker at a much faster rate than the beach outside, so Janet quickly prepared her evening meal with what little light she had left. She opened one of the bento boxes she had purchased at the harbor, knowing she would have to savor the first few meals on the island as she went through her fresh rations before she would have to resort to eating dried food, and the few canned goods she had brought alone that would have to be consumed cold. Looking up, she took a minute to meditate before she dug in. I actually made it… Too concerned with ensuring that her base of operations was set up quickly and undetected, Janet had not allowed herself a moment to truly let the enormity of where she was impact her fully. She was on ‘the Isle of Foxes,’ the very one that her father had read to her when she was just a little girl. A giddy expression spread across her face as she looked down at her meal, shaking her head in jubilant disbelief. She had done it, years of university with her nose stuck in dusty books followed by a delicate campaign to convince a sovereign nation to allow her to set foot on one of their sacred islands. And she had managed to accomplish it all. Janet Parker did her best to compose herself then, not wanting to let her sense of victory and relief become premature. She still had a job to do, after all. With any luck, she would be able to use the week’s worth of time her limited supplies allowed her to glean enough data from the island’s inhabitants to serve as a milestone for the entire field of anthropology. Reaching forward, the young researcher undid one of the flaps of her tent to reveal the setting sun, gently descending down into the giant ocean pool beneath it. That day’s sunset serving as her evening meal’s entertainment, Janet took her time slowly picking up clumps of rice and pieces of pork dumpling with her chopsticks. The last hints of the sun had just barely disappeared beneath the horizon when she finished. Shrugging off her travel ware, Janet stripped down into her underwear before nestling herself into her sleeping bag. The inside of the tent was a little warm for her comfort, but she knew better than to fall asleep exposed to the elements. The temperature would drop quickly, and she would not have her dream field expedition burdened by a head cold. Janet allowed her eyelids to grow heavy, taking in slow, deep breaths as she calmed herself down to further expedite the onset of sleep. It was difficult at first, her mind was a whirl with the following day’s duties and plans. But eventually, she found herself nodding off, the muffled sounds of jungle insects and nightlife creeping into her dreams as she dozed off into a tired, deep slumber. ⤐ ⬷ Janet crept through the jungle foliage at a crouch. Every dozen steps or so, she would glance around furtively in the canopy above before slowly standing up to locate the beaten path she was trailing. The explorer had to take care to not walk on any of the jungle paths, as the likelihood of discovery by one of the island’s inhabitants taking the same path was too much to risk. This made the going very slow, as Janet had to take time to not only maneuver around obstacles such as gnarled roots or dense vegetation, but she had to do so without making too much noise or damaging the plants. This proved more challenging than she had originally anticipated, and sweat beaded her brow as the morning slowly shifted into afternoon, the island’s temperature rising as the sun continued to bombard it with summer’s radiation. As she ventured through, Janet’s eyes alighted on the various dried grass and wooden effigies that stood erected in the trees above, or swinging gently from a motley of vines like marionette puppets. Janet keenly noted that each of the wooden figurines appeared each to sport a distinct set of pointed ears at the top of their heads. This fact alone restirred the excitement of the butterflies inside of Janet’s stomach. Still, despite the discomfort and slow traversing, Janet knew she was making progress. Her nostrils had caught a whiff of smoke, telling her that she must be getting closer to the primitive encampment. The smell of cooked fish and a strange, pungent herb had accompanied the woodsmoke. They must be good trappers… There haven’t been any reports of seeing them in the waters… Janet reflected to herself, inching her around an overturned log. Eager to see for herself, the anthropologist stopped as she spotted the back wall of one of the huts about a hundred meters away from her. Walking towards the village on the ground was far too dangerous, and Janet glanced around the surrounding trees as she decided that now would be a perfect time to execute phase two of her covert observation plan. She stretched once more, recalling the advice of her acrobatics instructor from her youth as she assessed which tree would be easiest for her to scale. Her gaze settled on a particularly large looking tree, covered in a dense blanket of vines and moss that would serve well for gripholds and traction. With a muffled grunt, Janet grabbed the nearest vine and hoisted herself up, her ankles gripping the leafy rope tightly as she began to ascend. One hand over another, Janet felt the excitement of the ascent course through her, quickly replacing the idle boredom of having to slowly sneak through the tropical forest. Janet reached for the branch above her, her knuckles turning white as her fingers gripped the aged bark enough to support her entire weight. Grabbing onto another part of the same branch with her other hand, she felt her grip loosen as her heart skipped a beat. Bits of decayed bark fell down to the forest floor below as she swayed precariously, holding on with only four of her fingers; the foliage below appeared dangerously far beneath her. She gasped, only just barely stifling the yell of fright that had welled up in her chest as she remembered where she was and what she was doing. Silently, her face contorted into a pained expression of effort and desperation. She swung herself from side to side, before reaching up and grabbing the branch once more with her other hand. To her relief, the wood held, and bit by bit she was able to haul herself up until she kneeled safely on the tree’s rigid bough. Janet took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as her nerves calmed themselves down from the fight or flight response. Trying not to think about the fact that she had almost plummeted to her death, Janet quickly shuffled along the branch and began to make her way slowly through the canopy in the direction of the primitive village. A quarter of an hour later, she had closed the hundred meter distance. The smell of cooking fires and sizzling meat now punctuated the air, causing Janet’s mouth to water. Whatever the island’s inhabitants were cooking up, it smelled delicious. The anthropologist almost regretted having to conduct the research undetected, as she would have loved in that moment to break bread with the cooks of the island. She could now hear muffled voices, remarkably high-pitched for a collection of human primitives. Janet did her best to control her breath, her vision still obstructed by the large hut in front of her. She would have to creep along the branch, and do her best to glean what she could from the leafy canopy above. Janet’s right hand crept slowly into her satchel, ruffling around its contents until her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of her camera. Quietly, she took it out of her bag. She was about to begin a slow, methodical crawl across the tree’s branch when she heard the distinct sound of rustling leaves to her left. Before she could react, a voice that sounded like a squeaky child’s inquiry almost caused her to fall out of the tree in surprise. Janet’s head whipped around towards the source of the voice. Her jaw dropped open, her eyes growing wide as she beheld the sight in front of her. Standing on two paws at roughly a meter in height, with a blood orange colored fur coat, was a fox.
  18. So rather than fill up the board with new threads for each image dump, I thought it prudent to consolidate all future posts/image dumps to one mega thread. So boom, here be thread. Just as I thought I was done with this barely working mess, Novel A.I. actually fixed its issues. Now the site actually works reliably. Every time I think I'm out, they pull me back in. But before I just dump another batch of images, some people have asked that I give some sort of basic tutorial on Novel A.I., or at least what I've learned. So I'm going to post something here that I recently posted on another thread. I hope this helps. ============================= NOVEL A.I. Basic Omorashi Tutorial ============================= EDIT: THERE IS NOW A MORE UPDATED/CONSOLIDATED VERSION OF THIS TUTORIAL POSTED TO PIXIV LINK --> https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=18609737 This is what I've learned and rendered in my first week with this crazy new sci-fi shit. Yikes what a week. Below I've posted my first attempts at "Landscape" mode, and it was definitely harder and took longer. Going forward I'm gonna try and work on clothing stains/saturation and getting the pee right, so it doesn't look like melted gold half the time. Maybe some of you "scientists" can figure that out, now that you have my mountaintop temple teachings. All of these new images along with the older ones are also viewable in my albums if that's easier. (link below) https://www.omorashi.org/profile/2305-duffman/?tab=node_gallery_gallery And the rest.
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    I had a holding contest with an online friend, she lost but with her “help” I decided to keep holding it until the limit and this is what happened 🙊 The hold lasted around 5 hours and I had way too much liquids (don’t drink more than 5l per day peeps it’s not healthy) The incontinence is 100% genuine, I really tried my best holding it ! I really enjoyed it though and so did my friend 🙃 Feel free to write me if you would like to challenge me for a holding contest 🙂 (Preferably female, sorry guys I really appreciate your support though 💜) Thanks for watching, please do not repost elsewhere 🙏
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  20. I kept peeing on the floor whenever I had to go all the time, and making a lot of messes, so Master told me if I can't be house trained then I have to use puppy pads. I've been peeing on them everyday for the last month, like a good puppy. I was a bad boy and peed on Master's bed today, so he gave me a lot of water and made me hold for a long time, then made me film myself peeing on a puppy pad like I'm supposed to. He was watching me pee from behind the camera. He wants me to post this so everyone knows I'm a naughty mutt who's too dumb to be house trained. I'm a very bad puppy. 20221208_093825~2.mp4
  21. My Day Spa Turns Into a Nightmare – 10 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 10 - Am I losing my ability to control my bodily functions? I was again diapered and a prisoner of my crib for the night. I felt secure in the crib, and although I wouldn't admit it to anyone, actually enjoyed being taken care of as a baby. I didn't like the punishments, but the attention was great. I fell asleep with the headphones on again. Emily always made sure I wore them while I was sleeping. There was a mixture of music and talking on the tapes, and it was always soothing to listen to at night. I had never wet my bed in my sleep since childhood, but once again I awoke to the nursery rhyme and the feeling of peeing in my diaper. This startled me. There had now been several times when I had peed in my diaper, and it seemed to be automatically triggered by the Mary Had a Little Lamb lullaby. Emily came into the room to check on me because she too heard the lullaby and wanted to check to see if I was wet. "Congratulations, Kim, this is the second time you wet your diaper tonight and both times happened at the same time as the lullaby." "Emily, may I please ask you a question?" "Go ahead, but don't mention this conversation to Madam." "I promise," I said. "Emily, you said I wet my diaper twice tonight." "This is the only time I woke up." "Do you know for a fact that I wet my diaper earlier?" "Yes, I am required to check you each time the song is played to see if you are making progress." "You were definitely wet, and you are right, you slept right through it." "Oh my, then it is true." "I am wetting my diaper on command." "Well you are not quite there yet, but you have made remarkable progress." "Your husband, Chris, is going to love your progress." "It is his desire to have you diaper dependent or at least be able to trigger your wet diaper at his whim." I told Emily, "I love Chris and hate him for this all-in-one." "I always want to please Chris, but I am scarred of losing the most basic bodily functions of controlling when I pee." "Well, Kim, you only have a short period with us left." "Based on your progress, my guess is that Chris will get his wish for a more dependent diaper slave." Emily changed me, gave me a bottle, and I drifted off to sleep again. I woke up with a wet diaper in the morning. This troubled me. I had apparently peed in my diaper again while I slept sound. To Be Continued…
  22. AlphaHyoudou

    2B 🖤⚪

    From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    I really didn't know I hadn't posted this here, apologies in advance 😔 But hey, at least we have the best ass in video games here now 😏🖤
  23. One male scene (Ray Donovan) where a movie star is kidnapped and threatenes by the craziest character in the show. He weTS himself at gunpoint. One female scene (Clash) where a woman wets herself during a tear gas attack. I don't have the links. These photos are taken from thepml.net
  24. Ok, so the last DM I got had a really nice question. Kinda why I felt bad I don't answer and never really put that out there I don't. (Not that I'm on here long, didn't think about it or that I'd get any messages) Aaaanyway, it basically asked me what I like about omo. I've talked about my sub side here and there. So I thought I'd share and see what you guys like about it too. So omo wasn't always my thing, I didn't really have a find out I like it moment. Like my partner. But we had been together about a year and he asked me if I'd wet my pants for him. I hadn't yet shared my kinks fully but it didn't bother me, I saw it as "nothing dangerous so sure" (honestly he looked adorable asking I couldn't have said no if I wanted to 💗) At first I was really shy, I remember the first time him just holding me around my waist kissing my stomach. And I got comfortable enough to go, I fell in love with it honestly when I saw the look in his eyes. I liked making him happy. So from that, I got more comfortable letting go of being shy I'd make videos till I could just go in front of him. And we'd do little more punish play (not much, still haven't been tied up. I mean if it's not his thing it is what it is. But still hoping for that) I'd surprise him just coming in the room wet, mix lingerie in too. Recently we went on vacation I did a public accident in a dress that seemed to be unnoticed. (Aside from him) My favorite part of the wet is the release, I like having to go a lot and the relief of finally going. I get more turned on when I'm in trouble for it, I adore when he punishes me for wetting myself. But as far as the wetting goes, I like just letting go. Maybe since I like to be punished I like knowing I did something I shouldn't. It's nice to have an outfit on that just can't in any way hide the accident, so I couldn't cover it up if I wanted to. same it'd also be nice to try and get away with it out with him. Feel like I almost got away with it but he knows and lets me know as soon as we're alone ☺️
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