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Here is the last of the three pages I was working on! I hope this larger update made for the long gap between pages 21 and 22! (The next pages should, if all goes well, come out at relatively the same speed they were before the hiccup!) --- Anyway, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!

She's on a date with someone she's adored since her first year of high school and all throughout college. She's been having such a nice conversation with the guy, and he's treating her to her favorite restaurant. Everything is going well... Well, almost everything. So far, it seems like the waitress has been keen on bringing them drink refills because their food is taking forever. She's been sucking down that diet soda like there's no tomorrow! Now it's getting harder and harder for her to maintain her composure. Hey, didn't that table over there get seated after them?! Hopefully for her, he'll ask to go first. Hello again! Sorry about the rather lazy background, but I wanted to get this one out to you guys!

A request I did for @Bombality. You can check out my request thread here and leave one of your own, if you like!

Here's a request I did for @PCPort featuring their OC Atsuko!

What better way for three roommates to spend their first night in their new apartment than by having a good, old-fashioned holding contest? $100 for whoever holds it the longest! Of course after insisting that she'd wipe the floor with them, Shelley was made to drink an extra bottle... or two. She figured she was a bit heavier than her friends, so surely she'd have a bigger bladder... right? Well, now that it feels like a boiling watermelon is teetering on the other side of her pee-hole, she's not so sure. Too bad her friends won't just shut up and let her think about anything else! This is the request I did for @Lapiiss!

Hooray, I'm not dead! Anyway, here is one of the commissions I finished last week!

1)So I just saw this answer by you in the bulge diary. Can you draw how you imagine you looked like in that situation? you can cover your face if you don't want to show it even in drawing form (a paper bag with whatever expression you were going for is what I was thinking if you really want to do that) 2)Oeh, that would indeed be lovely to see :)!

Next page is done! The third page I've been working on is a little further from completion than this one was, but I still have more done for it than I usually would at this point. Also, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!

The next page of Off-Limits! This is the first of three that I've been working on. I decided to upload this now so that you guys wouldn't have to keep waiting since it's been... like, a month and a half! (I have been spending all of my Omo-related time on this, so that may explain why I've been so quiet lately!) Anyway, the next pages should be ready soon. Also, here's some obligatory self-advertising: I am still taking commissions! If you are interested in having me draw something for you, you can check out my thread here!

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!

Hey guys! I was super busy this week, so I haven't really been on much. The good news is that I got this page done and the pencils for the next one!

Here's the request I did for @TJC, featuring a knock-off (totally-not) Azula!

Yes, I am still continuing this! (Sorry about the delayed return! Certain life-things got in the way of my usual schedule!)

This is the request I did for @EtchyFox featuring her OC, Lucky (the star of her game, Audition)!

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.

"Um... Sensei... may I go to the bathroom? ...oh, that's right... I still don't exist..."

Sheets of rain cascade down her car windows as she fails to stop another squirt of scalding-hot piss from running through her fingers and absorbing into her car's upholstery. She's screaming and crying, refusing to give fate what it wants. The empty Mega 68oz taunts her nearly as much as the rain: it's the perfect traffic-jam urinal. But she could never use it with all these other cars around... A continuation of On the Way... as requested by @Ridge. It's a bit further than I usually like to go, but hey~ different strokes for different folks!

Uh oh. It turns out that fresh seafood doesn't really exist in the mountains! Of course, because the rustic resort went all-out on maintaining its traditional, American mountain-living image (or because they just wanted to save a few bucks), they installed only one, single outhouse to service all of its guests. That's really bad news for these two women. Having come up into the range from a state over to attend a meeting about the retreat's quarterly performance, this business woman made the mistake of assuming her company actually cares about its guests bodily needs. A large ice tea for the ride up, several bottles of water during the property tour, and not even a single bathroom-break later, she finally had the opportunity to sneak off to that lonely outhouse... and found it occupied. The bus is leaving soon. Looks like its going to be a fun, bumpy ride back to HQ... Maybe the winner of the lemonade-drinking contest held earlier will have more luck? The person in the outhouse can't be sick forever, right? But, with a half-gallon of pink lemonade running straight through her system, this has become a true battle of attrition... Her kidneys are on overdrive, and her bladder is full. Really full. And each passing second is just another temptation for her to just let go, and experience the unbelievably sweet relief of peeing her pants. But she's 22 years old, and every fiber of her will forbids such embarrassment. She can hold it. This is the request I did for @randomrobot007!

I've been working on this page all week, lol! I just kept getting interrupted, so I could only put in 20-30 minutes a day!

How about a bit of revenge for that teacher who always told you that you should've used the bathroom before class? She's gotta stay dignified even in the face of an insurmountable challenge: not peeing for an entire work day! This is the request I did for @Pee-Pants1995 featuring her OC Isabelle Gladstone!

Here's the request I did for @warham1995!