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They said the place was cursed... That some kind of "evil spirit" wandered the halls late at night after some bloody tragedy... And that screams could be heard echoing through its vacant rooms. It was all a bunch of bullshit. Sorority hazing at its finest --- or, at least, not at its worst. The task was simple: every night, for the first week after joining, Jasmine would have to sleep in the "abandoned" dorm at the back end of campus. "Abandoned" was a strong word meaning "unoccupied pending its demolition at the end of the semester." In fact, university students had occupied the building just last year! Even the water was still hooked up, though the electricity had been disconnected. The university must not have wanted to waste electricity on cooling the place this August. Jasmine was confident. "Was" being the operative word. See, though she didn't believe in ghosts... or curses... or whatever the hell they said was going on, the stories had started to get to her. The building settled in strange ways as it cooled during the night. Creaks from the old wooden floor mimicked the slow approach of some horrific entity. The pipes had a nasty habit of banging and popping a little while after she visited the water fountain --- just enough time for her to make it back to her empty room. And worst, her mind fabricated the sound moaning coming through the wall to the next room right before she was falling asleep. That last one thoroughly freaked her out, but dammit, none of it was real! Despite her conviction, she still locked that sticky deadbolt to the room. It was at least some kind of a security blanket, after all. The second problem came later on. Without air conditioning, the building was stifling during the day. And it took a long time to cool down during the night. Jasmine had opened her window to let the breeze carry away the heat, but she'd still been downing a lot of water to keep cool. Now bundled in a heap of blankets on the floor of her room after many hours of trips to the water fountain (which, annoyingly, was too old to cool the water), being locked in her room, and being chilled by the nighttime air... She needed to pee. Badly. She tried to ignore it --- twisted her legs together, played with her phone, tried to read her textbook in the dark. She held it until the screams for release echoed louder than those that supposedly haunted the building. The thoughts of ghosts phasing through her walls had kept her knotted up in her blankets... but now those thoughts were replaced with the torturous fantasy of a gushing, frothy spray against porcelain. Her fears of being attacked by some little dead girl with long, black hair gave way to the fear that she would hear the pattering of liquid defeat emanating from the blanket and jacket scrunched between her legs. The struggle climaxed with her butt in the air and her thighs clenched together --- she was bowing, prostrated before her need to urinate. She begged her body to keep her from having to go out into those haunted halls --- to please retain the boiling ocean until daybreak... A bead of sweat rolled from between her legs and sent her into a panic that she had leaked. But, her panties were dry. Enough was enough. She wiggled to her feet and winced as she released her iron grip to push herself up from the ground. She could not stand up straight --- any wider angle put incomprehensible pressure on her bladder. She un-latched the deadbolt to her room and shuffled out into the murky halls of the haunted dormitory. But something wasn't right. Something didn't look the same. She could have sworn that the hallway had turned to the right... not the left. Weren't there four doors on this wall? Now there were five. Wasn't the common area just a little smaller? Most importantly... where was the bathroom?!

The second of a two-part continuation of Passing the Rest Stop commissioned by @Hyde! Oh, Harlyn's shivering --- and not just because of the rain! She's been losing spurts for a while now, and getting out of the car just proved too much for the poor girl's endurance!

"Pleaaaaaaaase!" Harlyn begged her sister from the backseat of their beat-up sedan. "No!" Lexie shot back. "Just take the exit! Please, please, please, please!" She brought her boots up onto the seat as she pulled her knees to her chest. "You should have peed before we left!" "No, please, you don't understand --- I'm literally about to pee myself! I'll do anything!" Harlyn whined in response with tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hands squeezed at her womanhood as every bump and shudder jostled the rusted-out suspension. The problem was simple: Lexie was pissed --- downright, bone-chewing livid. It had been a three hour drive to get to the concert and they had been running late. Why? Because Harlyn had gotten caught up in some stupid game that made them run late. Lexie had been waiting all year for the band to finally appear at least within their state --- and considering said band was foreign, she was lucky that they had chosen to tour the states at all. The tickets weren't cheap either... Harlyn attempted to explain herself on their way there: she thought she was forty-five minutes early, while --- in fact --- she was fifteen minutes late. Stupid math. That explanation had at least kept her sister quiet and stewing for the drive. They'd make it --- everything would be fine. And they did make it before the band started. This was strange, because they were at least a half-hour late. They had to get gas, and care-free Harlyn had disappeared to fetch them some sodas adding another fifteen to the trip. See, maybe Lexie was mad about being late... But she was likely actually upset about how the show had been cancelled due to the incoming storm. (Oh how open-ceiling venues and fallible weather-reporting never mix...) What an absolutely "shit-tastic" day it had been... And while an explosive Lexie went to get a refund for the tickets, Harlyn tried to cheer her up with some mega-sized slushies. She didn't want hers... go figure. So, now that it was four hours, a soda, and two mega-sized slushies later, Harlyn was in a predicament. Lexie must have peed after getting her refund... Harlyn, on the other hand, hadn't peed since before the game that made them late in the first place; she didn't want to make them even later, after all! And oh sweet tortoise on a unicycle, Harlyn needed to pee. This was the kind of need-to-pee that didn't fuck around. Hot beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and dripped from her bangs onto her glasses. Her body quivered as she strained against the violent call of nature. She could count every pebble their shitty car hit --- even the tiniest of debris caused her seconds of burning anguish. She held on like she was dangling from a skyscraper. "Please..." Harlyn squeaked from behind clenched teeth. Lexie peered at her for a moment from the side of her eye. Past Harlyn's window, the last rest stop for forty miles slid past and disappeared into the garbled darkness of the storm.

A Royal Tea with foreign dignitaries can be hard on a girl's bladder! Unfortunately, there seems to be no such thing as a "quick little pee break" when you're queen: If that chamber pot fills up before she gets to use it, she'll have to sit back down at the table and endure several more torturous hours of sipping on everyone's favorite diuretic! (She couldn't risk looking impure by spending so much time away from the table waiting for her maids to empty it, you see.) The second request I've done for @DerivativeWings! You can check out my request thread here and make one of your own, if you like!

It wasn't a long class. Fifty minutes is standard for university courses, after all. But this was her first week of classes and her first year. She'd just finished setting up her dorm room the night before, and it was perfect. A cheap bookcase proudly displayed the creased, tearing-in-places spines of her entire manga collection. The club expo would be next week, and she was ready. Maybe she'd even meet a cute boy there... That morning she had slipped into a navy off-shoulder sweater, pulled on a pair of mint thigh-highs, and unfolded a pleated mini skirt to match. Now that she was officially out from under her parents' control, she could finally express herself in the way she wanted to: a little sexy with a bit of her personal, eclectic flare! She grabbed the 32oz water bottle that served her well over the past two days of going over the syllabuses in her classes; that August heat was killer. Literally. The Sunday headlines had stated that at least six students had already succumbed to heat stroke. And everyone else she'd seen had had a bottle... Which is why she hadn't considered exactly how much she was sucking down during the first two classes. She'd refilled it twice already! And with it nearly half-gone she topped it off before last class too. While watching the arc of water dribble down the transparent edges of the bottle that last time, she noticed an uncomfortable desire to urinate, but decided she could wait through her third class. It was only fifty minutes... Ten less than an hour! She was a fully-grown woman with adult responsibilities, and a trip to the little girl's room would make her several minutes late. In the first week of classes, there was no way in hell she would subject herself to being ogled by the peanut gallery for being late! Never mind her absolutely not wanting to start off on the wrong foot with her instructor Rumor held that college instructors could ruin any chance she'd have at passing a class if they so much as found her even slightly unlikable. She was an adult now... at least, now she was an independent adult. And she'd decided to use the interim time between classes filling her water bottle. If she had to pee, she should have thought about that before taking up that time. At least she wouldn't be thirsty. She held onto this fantasy up until the moment she sat down in that warm, plastic-seated chair. An icy chill of reality seized at her sides the moment she leaned forward to open her notebook. She needed to pee. But the pressing feeling didn't keep her from subconsciously swigging from her bottle to bring much needed moisture into her mouth. OK, so what? As if this was the only time she'd ever had to pee when starting a class. She'd just do what she'd done all throughout high school: hold it. Uncomfortable memories bubbled up from the faint, stomach-twisting concern she felt. There had been more than a few times where she'd left class shaking with desperation. But she reassured herself, and pushed the anxiety down into her gut: while those times were uncomfortable, she had always made it to the toilet. But as the instructor opened the class for the day's session, that concern erupted full-force from wherever she'd managed to keep it... She badly needed to pee. And as much as she wanted to keep her focus on her instructor, her mind wandered toward escape strategies. She'd stupidly taken a seat front-and-center. There was no way she could duck out unnoticed. The thoughts were fond ones, though. She realized that she didn't exactly know where the bathrooms were, but surely there was one somewhere on this floor. At half-way through class, she was folded at her desk with her hands pressing hard against her thighs. Every time she moved her legs, a nauseating wave of boiling, excessive desperation crept across her abdomen. She sweated both from the heat and intense anxiety. She'd made a mistake. A really big mistake. She would have taken being late, so long as she could have released the ocean of hot urine from her twitching body. Her mind played over and over again the torturous, sensation of letting go... but each time, it ended with burning, stinging fullness and not relief. It was as if her body was repeatedly urging her: "This. You need to do this. Remember this? Are you ready to do this?" No. Hold it. Hold it. Part of the problem she faced was a question as to whether or not she had to ask permission. She was in a classroom of a sort, and the instinct was there from all her years in school... But what if she wasn't supposed to ask? She was an adult, now. What was she supposed to do? Hold it. She wondered what it would be like to pee her panties as the instructor wound down the class. The horrifying pulses of her defiance of nature came closer and closer together, like waves against shore stones during a hurricane. "Alright! See you all next week!" Horror snapped away in a bolt of lightning as only sensation remained. Hot, scalding pressure. She shifted upward and out of her seat with a notable lack of grace and briskly exited the room. Her mind was blank, and her vision flew with sparks at the exertion. She cared only about making it to a toilet. Her back was angled stiffly away from her hips to provide as much room as she could for her quivering bladder. First... "Restrooms" was listed on a sign next to a hallway name. Then the little, black plastic rectangle that carried the familiar, female symbol. It denoted that sweet, sweet place where humanity had designated it appropriate for females to empty the bladders that their kidneys had so rudely filled to burst. Then, there was a problem. Physically, she was so close. But the line of women on the inside kept her painfully distant. Again and again, different toilets flushed. Other women emerged. But the line scarcely decreased in length. Two over-worked stalls just weren't enough for the post-class rush. The pulses rolled constantly, like a penny winding down its spin on a counter top. "You've gotta pee. Don't you think you should pee? You're in the room... don't you think it's time to... pee?" That last one didn't end with the now uncomfortably familiar stinging. No. It ended with a hot jet that caused her thighs to instinctively clamp together. She shifted, hoping to spread the little wet mistake thin and thus save her thigh-highs. She pulled with all of her internal muscles and breathed shallow, panicked breaths. She wasn't going to make it. The ferocious disconnect between her iron-clad will and her body had at last made itself terrifyingly known. Soon, she would disgrace herself with unstoppable squirts and a deluge of ecstasy. Her legs carried her out of the room in some futile hope that she could make it to another restroom in time. But without thought, she found herself entering the men's room... The boundaries of society melted to the heat of her desperation. Two men stood in line for the stalls. She didn't have time. Already, her mind clambered to explain exactly how she was supposed to do this. But as the man at the urinal finished up doing what she needed to do... she turned to do the best that she could. Here's a request I did for someone on Discord!

Here's the request I did for @Alex Oxford! How about another intentional hold? This one was really fun to do, and took a long time.

Here's the third request I did for @DerivativeWings!

I wanted to try something with a monochromatic color palette... And thought it would be a fun pose to have her openly blasting the floor (Of course she should have held it... For a few more hours. )

The first of a two-image continuation of Passing the Rest Stop graciously commissioned by @Hyde! Needless to say, Harlyn's really trying (and failing) to keep it in! Right now, she's trying to minimize the losses as much as possible!

Another Commission from @Hyde! This is based on what I think was a Halloween comic that didn't end in wetting (though it looked to be heading in that direction)... so here it is! (With some details changed, as usual!) Anyway, hopefully that explains the out-of-season witch imagery!

After two hours of absolute torture, she had finally reached her limit. Maybe the "Extra Large" iced tea was a bad idea... especially considering how it's now kind-of spraying the pavement! (That pee probably feels really good, though!...)

Here it is, the last page of 2019! Happy New Year, everyone! (Let's see if I can actually finish this comic in 2020! ) I do plan on at least getting a few more updates for this done before moving forward with more requests, however! I would say that I'll finally be able to pick up speed now that the holidays are out of the way, but I'm not going to jinx it! Anyway, if you are interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my commission thread, here!:

How about a night of fun where the hold is intentional, for once? She's been refilling that cup on her nightstand every hour with the aim of making it harder and harder to resist flooding her shorts. But there is only one thing the crush in her fantasy would never allow: the sweet release of a long-needed pee. This is a request I made for @FilthyPhoenix!

BLAGH! That took a long time to make! A little over six hours, actually.

The second of two new commissions from @Hyde --- Both featuring the same girl in two different poses!

The long-awaited continuation of Dakota's torment is finally here! (I'm not going to say anything about future plans, because every time I say something, it jinxes it!)

Oh baby, protocol eight is going to be fun!... for us, at least! Needless to say, things are getting pretty dire for Dakota... Anyway, if you are interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my commission thread, here!:

Another commission from @Hyde!!! Thank you!~ Once again featuring the girls from request 28, we have a cruel prank being pulled on our poor, prideful blonde! (So that's why they paid for her mega-extra-America-sized soda at the movie! ) I hope you all are staying safe and healthy with the outbreak! (Having all the people I live with work from home (or not work ) is presenting an interesting challenge when it comes to my OmoArt hobby...)

Another image commissioned by the fantastic @Hyde! Ok, so I probably don't even need to explain who this character is --- I think I failed the "safe-from-copyright" thing, lol. Anyway, that should explain why she's red! If you're interested in having me draw something for you, please consider checking out my Commission Thread, here!

Another elevator image? I don't know, this scenario never gets old for me, lol! Anyway, I wanted to practice my perspective a bit and thought it would be a good opportunity to throw something up onto the Org! (And this is the first "all-mine" image I've posted aside from Off-Limits! in a very long time!) Since I've been kind of dead around here, maybe this is a good place to post a few announcements!~ I'm still working on a few commissions (awesome, thank you guys!!!), though a few haven't been uploaded here at the request of the commissioners. Regardless, I do have more things in the works that will show up here --- including a commission or two. As for the "free" stuff I've been doing --- I'm still dedicated to getting them done! Life's just been kind of getting in the way and commissions take precedence. Regardless, I am still working on a couple of requests at the moment! Also, as for Off-Limits!, I am also still planning to continue it! I want to get the requests done first, however, since I've neglected that thread for way too long! Regardless, it has not been cancelled or anything --- just be on the look out for the next few pages after I get those requests done! I think that covers everything at the moment...

Here's the next page! And it didn't take over a month!