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  1. The worst part was that half the time, Kim didn’t even realize he was doing it. Avoiding the bathroom, holding his bladder as long as possible, had simply become a routine of his life. It had started long before he had transitioned, and had reason to avoid public restrooms. Denying himself, restricting himself- it was simply another way of granting himself control over his life. A way to achieve perfection. But now there was another half hour left in the work day and Kim’s leg was juddering desperately beneath his desk and he knew he was going to lose it. The sensation had stabbed him all at once in the midsection as he was working on his- and Harry’s- reports. An idle fidgeting became all too clear to himself as a last ditch effort to contain himself. The need he had ignored first hours ago was now a full-fledged demand that would not go ignored. But now there was nothing to be done about it. There were usually a couple windows of time where Kim could assure himself that nobody would be in the bathroom, but as they neared the end of the day, more and more would be making their last visits before the drive home. Kim would simply have to hold it, pretending to work late, and hope for the best. It would be fine. He’s done this before. He’s made it through tough situations and waited until the last possible second he would be fine. He crossed his legs tightly beneath the desk and snuck a hand between his thighs. Oh god, he was not going to be fine. He felt like he could feel the first betraying drops of piss pressing down his urethra now. He clenched desperately around it, his fingers finding his pants to press the seam into himself. He could just see it now, the heat spreading, trickling down his thighs, making a mess of the floor, making a mess of himself- Harry thunked down heavily in the chair in front of Kim’s desk, pulled around so the back of the chair was positioned artfully backwards. His brows were knitted together in that way where he knew something was wrong with Kim, but he couldn’t quite place all the pieces. It did the trick to snap Kim out of his own anxious spiral, but the momentary lapse of concentration had a small spurt jetting into his jeans. Kim’s tongue felt thick. “Wh- what?” Harry had said something, hadn’t he? “Are you okay?” Harry echoed, leaning over the back of his chair lightly to speak lowly to Kim. “I’m fine- I’m simply-” A million excuses flew through Kim’s mind, but they all fell flat to the floor as Kim felt another leak welling up. He clenched his jaw in abject desperation but it was useless, as he felt a slow trickle of fluid spreading through the fabric directly underneath his fingers. Kim made a soft, choked sound. “Kim?” Harry sounded concerned, now, his hands resting on the edge of Kim’s desk like he were ready to throw himself into action. “The bathroom,” Kim rasped. He needed to. He needed Harry’s help if he was going to get out of this. “I n-need you to- watch the door for me. Make sure no one comes in.” Harry looked bewildered, but Kim had diverted the last shreds of his concentration to containing his flood. Harry swung his head around to check the rest of the office for onlookers- none too conspicuously, mind you- before his attention was similarly placed on Kim’s predicament. He came around the desk to Kim’s side, flapping some incoherent word, but Kim didn’t have the time for it. He stood, slowly and shakily, and hobbled his way to the bathroom, Harry darting around him in anxious succession. It was torturous. He had to stop several times as his bladder threatened to let go again and again, but Kim knew he was running out of time. He couldn’t stop- anyone could come by at any time and he needed to move, now, before he got himself in a bigger mess. He finally made it to a stall, having left Harrier at the door to the communal space. He didn’t have the time or grip to spare closing the stall door- he wasn’t sure he even had enough to get his pants down. His privacy would just have to be sacrificed for what remained of his dignity. There was no way he was going to get out of this completely dry. He was just going to have to be quick. He took a few, quick breaths before pulling his hands free from their trap between his thighs. He unbuttoned his jeans and tore them down quickly as he began to leak sporadically, thick lines gushing down his thighs. He positioned himself quickly over the toilet bowl, gasping and pressing his hands into the stall walls, thighs trembling in his desperate, hissing release. The relief was delicious. It was orgasmic. Kim found himself moaning weakly, all the life wrung out of him. He panted in the last few haphazard dribbles, his bladder too exhausted to accurately judge when he was emptied. He waited a few moments longer, peering out cautiously to the bathroom as he headed to wash his hands. No one had entered- good. At least he had that much to himself. The damage to his pants was miniscule, but still disappointing. He’d be able to hide it, but not from himself. He knew what he’d done, how he’d shamefully lost precious control over himself. He stepped outside to face Harrier, finding the other more red-faced than usual. Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, a nervous grin on his face. “Really had to go, huh?” “Hm,” was all Kim said, adjusting his glasses and heading back for his desk.
  2. Was holding since early last night, decided to have a bit more fun today Got desperate just before this, decided to just let go while getting myself off WIN_20220429_14_18_55_Pro_Trim.mp4
  3. Here's something that happened to me a few years ago. One of the closest accidents I've ever had unintentionally. I used to take the bus to work at my old job, which involved getting off downtown and changing to another bus halfway through. It was a long commute, about an hour and a half. Sometimes I'd go out drinking with coworkers after work and one of them would give me a ride to the bar, and then if we stayed out too late they'd drive me home at the end of the night. On this day we weren't planning on staying out very late, so the plan was I'd get a ride to the bar, and then afterwards they'd drop me off at the bus stop and I'd go home my usual way. We hung out and drank for just an hour or two; before we left my coworker went to use the bathroom, but I didn't think I needed to go yet so I didn't. Well, I could definitely tell I'd need to go sometime soon, but I was slightly drunk and had forgotten that I wasn't getting a ride all the way home this time. It was only about a 20 minute drive in a car, which would've been plenty of time. So we leave, and I get dropped off at the bus. This is the first moment I start thinking... maybe I made a bad decision. Without the distractions of the bar or my coworker, just sitting on the mostly empty bus, I was suddenly very aware of just how much I actually needed to pee. Over the course of the ride it drastically got worse and worse as all of the alcohol drained through to my bladder; by the time we were approaching my stop downtown I was sitting stiff with my legs pressed together tightly. I was going to have to find somewhere to go before I got home. I made a quick decision and got off a stop early because I knew there was a Target a block away, and the bathrooms were in the front of the store. It was pouring down rain so I was quickly soaked. Still, I walked as quickly as I could to the store and made my way inside, getting more desperate with every step as gravity took hold... only to find their bathrooms were out of order. Shit. I was starting to worry a bit now as I left, briskly walking down the street without knowing where to go next. I just needed to keep moving, because if I was moving I could hold on. It was raining heavily enough that I probably could have let go in my jeans right there on the sidewalk without anyone noticing... but I was also going to have to get on another bus after this, and I wasn't comfortable with the thought of sitting on a public bus with pissed in jeans. Other people have to use those seats too. Instead I remembered the nearby mall, particularly the bathrooms in the food court, and started heading that way. It was about a five block walk, with stiff legs and my hands shoved into my pockets pressed against my thighs. I really, REALLY needed to piss, I absolutely could not make it home at this point. I wasn't even sure I could make it another ten minutes. When I finally reached the mall I discovered the food court was currently under renovations, which meant it, and the bathrooms, were all closed. I was starting to lose it a bit at this point; being soaked from the rain made it impossible to tell if I'd leaked at all, but I wouldn't have been surprised. I started speed walking through the mall, just picked a direction at random and walked - there HAD to be another bathroom somewhere, they wouldn't close the only one they had. I just had to find it, very very soon. Finally my luck changed and I found it, an actual open, working bathroom halfway across the mall, though of course there was a line. I'm sure I was fidgeting as I waited, I couldn't help myself, just the sight of closed stalls and knowing relief was so close was almost too much. When it was finally my turn it took a painful amount of time to get free of my soaking wet pants and briefs as they were clinging to my skin, but I managed to barely make it. I pissed hard for like a full minute, and it felt like every muscle in my body relaxed with relief. Afterwards I picked up some fast food and caught the bus home. I had to pee again when I got there, so I definitely wouldn't have made it if I'd waited.
  4. First time posting a video on here, figured I'd post before I took a nap (in my own piss puddle) Done this many times before, never filmed it before but quite enjoyed it I have a humiliation/shame kink as well, have at me, I don't mind WIN_20220428_08_48_47_Pro_Trim.mp4
  5. I have been lurking on this site for quite a while so I have decided to post for once! You all can call me Pasta, and if anyone is curious I'm 19. I haven't tried out diapers before but I have been wanting to! I am decided to post because I have finally impulse bought a pack and I hope to see them shipped soon :). I know this post isn't as exciting as others here but I just wanted to share this because I don't have a lot of outlets to be excited about this in real life outside of the internet. I think Ill post my first experience with the diapers once I get to try them and hopefully it will be interesting to anyone who reads the post ^^.
  6. Wanted to post some of my other stuff for anyone interested! I figured a thread specific to ponies was best. If you like what you see, I'm open for commissions!
  7. In my room for the night and pretending the door to my en-suite bathroom is locked. Oh no! I used some gaming dice to determine when it opens: 6 am . I’ve had 2 20oz bottles of Pepsi and 2 liter bottles of water in the last 2 hours, and I’m working on another smaller water bottle now. I’m getting reeealllly close to desperate. I can’t feel the weight of all that liquid and I’m definitely breathing just a bit harder I hope I can’t last until 6am though. I don’t know where else I can go in the room and I have roommates so I can’t like…do anything in the rest of the house. Any ideas y’all? Where to go, if I don’t make it until 6?
  8. hey omoorg, been a hot minute. ftr idk if this belonged in here or omo general so mods feel free to move it need be! anyway my bf and i have been doing a thing where i had to hold it while he was out of the house this week. the last day i accidentally went to the bathroom after hed left so ive been on punishment- im on toilet ban until midnight tonight, over 24 hours from starting point at about 5 yesterday. were keeping track of how many times i wet myself until midnight- at the moment im at 13 accidents (about to be 14 tbh ive gotta GO) the issue is, were not sure What punishment to do for all my accidents at midnight tonight.. im already not allowed to cum rn (no clue if he'll let me at midnight) so were looking for good punishment ideas- preferably something that gets worse the more i wet. were long distance, so nothing we can do in person sadly. hard limits are scat, piss drinking, anything public (were exhibitionists but doing anything actually public rn is a bit much for us) ageplay (diapers are fine- ive been wetting one for a day now after all lol). were both gonna be checking this thread for ideas so throw your suggestions at us!
  9. Currently at work and bored as heck. I work graveyard shift as a security guard, and since all the shops are closed at the plaza I’m guarding, there’s no bathroom. So when I do eventually go, it’ll be outside. Lets see how long I got this haha
  10. Now at first I intended to post this in 'Omo fantasties? / My introduction' thread but it got so big that creating a new topic just for it seemed like a better idea. So, this is easily my biggest and wildest pee fantasy, also the very first story I've written. It includes BDSM, along with humiliation, but also aftercare. I'm the sub in this, and the dom has been made as gender-neutral as possible, so that anyone could be them. Be they guy, gal, cis, trans, enby etc. Of course, everyone involved is over 18 and fully consenting to everything going on. Enjoy! BEGIN I am standing in front of someone while I'm wearing shorts and a tank top with childish prints, and the other person tells me to take off my shorts. I oblige, revealing a pair of equally childish briefs with dinosaur prints all over, while I blush from embarrassment. He/she is basically inspecting my underwear to make sure it's clean and I haven't done anything I shouldn't. Only problem is, I desperately need to pee, but they won't let me go until the inspection is done. So I'm desperate, but I have no choice. I have to wait until the inspection is done. I've done a good job staying dry so far, so I'll probably make it to the bathroom without a spot. They'll definitely be proud of me! They'll probably even reward me! So, after a while, they're done. Somehow, I've made it through without leaking a single drop. I'm even more desperate, but I'm still holding okay. They smile and start to tell me: "You've passed, good boy. You've stayed dry and your undies are spotless! I'm proud of you, and I shall reward your good behavior by-" Oh, no! A spurt escapes just long enough to hit the floor! They instantly saw it! Right when they were praising me for staying dry! Now I have a very visible wet spot on the front! I'm mortified! I can't even stammer a response as I'm in the verge of tears. Their smile turns to a grimace. "Pissing through your briefs on MY floor, in front of me while I praise you? Bad boy!" I'm panicking! I can't even get a whisper out before another bigger spurt escapes, barely stopping before fully bursting. I try to say "I'm so sorry!", but they're having none of it! "That's it! Taking you to the bathroom NOW! I'm gonna punish you!" Grabbing me by the ear, they take me to the bathroom, spanking me on the way. "Since you need to pee so much, you're gonna do just that! Then I'll punish you!" I begin to walk to the toilet to pee, just about to take my cock out of my briefs that have gotten very wet, while my tank top is mostly dry, save for a small area that overlaps my briefs. "NO!" they yell. "You're going to sit in the bathtub in your briefs and tank top! You can also lie in it!" they say as they put the plug in the drain. I'm confused by the command, but I obey. I get in the bathtub, and proceed to sit down. "Now piss yourself!" I stare in disbelief, but I'm so desperate, that they didn't need to say that twice. I let it flow. I get soaked. My briefs get drenched. Even my tank top is getting wet. At that moment, I don't even feel embarrassed about the fact I'm pissing all over myself and my underwear in the slightest. Just pure relief, bliss even. Best feeling ever. And it feels like forever. I keep peeing and peeing. All the fear and anxiety just melts away. I just feel relieved to let it flow freely, submitting to it with no care in the world, and letting out huge moans in the process. I end up peeing for about a minute and a half, until it eventually stops. It actually feels so nice being wet and warm. The plug keeps it all in the tub, making it easy to soak in, even though it's not that much. "Are you done?" I get jolted to back to reality. I just peed all over myself in front of them! I liked it so much just a moment ago, but now I feel thoroughly humiliated about being soaked in my own urine, in front of someone else, no less! Though I still kinda like it... No! I can't like this! Yet I do! "You like being wet, don't you?" they say. I blush again. I end up accepting that I do, no matter how 'wrong' it is. I nod, not saying a word, not out of fear this time, there was just no need. "So you do. You dirty boy! Let's see how you like this!" They don't seem angry this time, though. They smirk instead. I get scared again. Just what are they gonna do now?? I have no idea, as I watch them undress from the waist down, with no shame at all in showing their full nudity. Yet for some reason, I don't wanna stop. They proceed to climb on the rim of the bathtub, basically above me. Just what..? Wait, are they-? "If you like pee so much, you might as well get pissed on! That's your punishment!" Before I can finish that thought, they start peeing! They're peeing all over me! Yet it doesn't feel wrong. It feels great! "Catch it all! Bathe in it! I want you fully soaked!" they order. I don't even think about it. I do my best to cover every inch of my being in their urine, and I enjoy every bit of it. My tank top has finally gotten thoroughly soaked, and it's gone see-through. In fact, I'm soaked from head to toe, feeling so dirty yet so good! They eventually finish peeing. "Now lick me clean! Unlike you, I'm not getting soaked in piss" I proceed to try to clean their genitals to the best of my ability. Until I start fully giving them head, getting very aroused myself. "Yes, this is how you do it, good boy! Please me, and you might still be rewarded!" I'm getting praised again! But my bladder is fills rapidly again. I don't wanna stop it. I end up just letting it flow while continuing to give oral, since I'm already soaked anyway. I get even more excited about it all. So do they. They're so close. I finish them visibly swallowing the bulk of it. "Good boy! I'm pleased. I'm going to reward you with a little surprise! But first, let's wash you off!" They remove the plug from the bathtub, letting it drain, before showering me in my pee-soaked undies first, to rinse them off, and then taking them off and washing me thoroughly. I enjoy being taken care of, as they bathe me in such a caring manner, though I can't help but wonder what that 'surprise' would be... "Let's do something about this!" they point at my freshly cleaned, rock-hard cock while removing the rest of their clothes. It's a surprise indeed! I never expected them to want to do that! "Come here, you're really gonna like this." they put a glove on one hand. I don't know why, but I don't ask. I comply. "Good. Now while looking at me, bend over." I do as they say. They put my cock in their mouth, while making sure to lick it all. Feels like heaven. They really know to do oral, but it doesn't stop there. they slip a finger in my butt. I flinch for a moment, but it doesn't hurt. In fact, it feels very nice! I realize they're massaging my prostate while sucking my cock, and I feel like I might collapse from the pleasure! It doesn't take long for me to start cumming. And I cum, a LOT. It's definitely my greatest orgasm. But I realize I just shot what might have been my biggest load ever, straight in THEIR mouth. I start to panic. Oh no! They're gonna be mad. They'll probably punish me even worse! Will I end up liking that, too? They take the finger out of my ass, and my cock out of their mouth. They show me their mouth. It really is a MASSIVE load. How did they manage to get THAT much out of me?? I stare in disbelief, as they swallow it all and give a warm smile. I can't believe it! "I'm so-" I try to say, but they stop me. "You've done well today. You have a lot to learn, but you've earned this." they say as they wipe the small drops of my cum off their face. "I... have?" I ask, surprised at their praise and still dazed after my intense orgasm. "Yes, you have. I don't give praise for no reason. Now if you could be a good boy and help wash me off, while I do the same to you?" I oblige. We bathe each other, enjoying the aftercare. We finish, drying each other off, and getting fresh underwear. They hand me another pair of my briefs, this time white with a motocross print on the front, and a blue tank top with a bicycle print. I put them on, while they put on their underwear. I let out a yawn, and they do the same. It is pretty late now, and we're both feeling sleepy. "I think it's time to go to bed. We could both use some sleep. Don't you agree?" I nod in agreement. I could use some sleep after this whole ordeal. "Well, come along then!" they say while heading to their bedroom. I didn't expect them to mean sleeping together, but I'm more than happy to. I go to take my shorts so that I'm not in just my undies, but they say "You can sleep in just your underwear if you're more comfortable that way. I don't mind, since that's how I sleep." I'm relieved, since I don't like having too many clothes on, especially when sleeping or exercising, and keep following. We get in the room, we lie in the bed and it's so comfy. We snuggle together. We end up sleeping together in what might be my best sleep. I knew it was a good idea to do kinky roleplay with them after all. It was so fun, and everything feels so much more intimate now. Plus, not only they didn't mind my preference for wearing childish underwear, they fully embraced it. I think I'm in love... THE END Well, that was it. I don't do stories typically, but I felt inspired to write one. It is one of those I would like to be an experience rather than a fantasy, but that doesn't seem likely, for now, at least. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you see yourself being the dom in this or some other story and/or you'd like to roleplay, feel free to message me! Anyone is welcome! Feel free to give me feedback for this as well!
  11. Since my roommate is gone for the week, I decided to have some fun. I live very close to a cemetery, which gives me a nice place to walk around at night without being seen by anyone. A perfect chance to be desperate! So, I drank water on the hour and peed as often as I had to for a few hours, slipped a suppository laxative in once the preparation time was up, and took a water bottle with me on a late night walk. The cemetery is a few minutes walk from my house, and as I make my way over there, I pass by a lot of apartments and houses. It's an exciting though that if I have an accident, I'll have to walk past them all again with the evidence clear on my pants. My bladder was already starting to fill itself up, and I was starting to feel the urge to poop, but it wasn't nearly strong enough to make me stop walking. The thing with suppository laxatives is that they can make me desperate in as little as five minutes, and I've messed myself after only 10 minutes with them before. The urge steadily built up as I made my way over to the cemetery gates, and I knew there was no turning back once I was there. I sipped from my water bottle, and walked down the looping trail. I wanted to make a full loop around the cemetery without turning around, and it was a lot harder than it sounds. When I have to go, it gets harder to walk up hill, and there are a lot of hills on that path. I started to push my thighs together as I walked, because the urge was only getting more intense as I went on, and I was only just halfway done with the walk, but I wasn't even sure if I could make it back out of the gates clean at this point. My stomach was growling, and I had to focus my energy not to leak. I kept myself from grabbing myself, but I didn't even know if I wanted to grab my crotch or my backside, I had to go so bad from both of them. It was getting harder to walk, and when I finally got out of the cemetery again and started crossing the street, there were tears in my eyes. I wasn't home yet, though. I still had to walk past all the houses. At this point, I was practically waddling back to the house, trying to keep my butt clenched and my bladder held at the same time. It felt like my bladder was just filling up every few seconds, and I let out a tiny leak. I froze. I had planned on having an accident, but now I was determined to hold it, since I had already made it so far. I could walk again after a minute, and I kept on, even though my thighs were practically glued together. Surprisingly, I made it to the front door of my apartment without incident, but when I pulled out my keys, I let out a spurt. I thought I was done for, that I was going to have a latchkey accident, but I was able to get myself back under control, unlock the door to the apartment, and walk down the stairs as casually as I could, even though I was dancing as I opened the door to my unit. When I got inside, strangely, the urge seemed to subside, enough for me to take off my shoes and coat, put my keys down, and put my phone on the charger. I decided to ride the reprieve and see how long I could hold from here, and went to sit down at my desk. Big mistake. As soon as I sat down, the urge returned at full force, and I had to sprint to the bathroom. When I got inside and shut the door, it was too late. I could feel myself starting to go. My bladder was still held tight as a vice, but I was standing there and starting to mess myself. I wouldn't be able to pull my pants down for the toilet, so I hopped in the shower, and held on for as long as I could. It wasn't more than a few seconds. My bladder went first, but my bowels weren't far behind. I was standing when I started to wet, but I squatted practically against my will when I had to mess, and it came out fast. I was wearing some very tight boxers, and they bulged behind me before pushing the mess right up back against myself. It hurt, but it felt so good, I didn't once stop to think about stopping to do it in the toilet instead. Not until I was almost done, and the mess I had already made was preventing me from going anymore in my pants. I pulled them off, dropped what I could in the toilet, and finished there before cleaning up. Honestly, after the fact, I'm sad it's over so soon. I'll definitely be doing this again.
  12. Does anyone else experience an orgasm after a desperate wet or messy accident in diapers? I’m embarrassed to say I often cum in the wake of the relief of a desperate messing loss of control accident!
  13. There are only a few occasions where I’ve completely lost control, and even then with a bit of help, I find it quite hard to be patient enough. Today I had a nice surprise however. My new job has been pretty draining, but now I got a bit of money I treated myself to some new little space gear like a cute sippy cup with cats and some pull ups. I spent yesterday evening in headspace casually wetting and changing when I had to go like normal, but I guess that must’ve already reintroduced some conditioning to let go when diapered. I’ve had things to do today so I’ve been big but I decided to have a bit of fun and try and hold my morning pee plus a couple more drinks while I worked and let go in a diaper before a bath (with a bath bomb I got for my birthday ), not expecting anything spectacular. The urge started to get really distracting after a while so I decided to take a break to have my bath. I pulled on my diaper and had to pee dance in front of the sink while washing up my cup. I can’t say how desperate I was on a scale, but being padded and right in front of running water certainly made it a lot harder. As I stepped over to the bath I got absolutely no warning from my body before I started to absolutely gush into the diaper. It seemed my bladder was completely averse to trying to stop the flow and I had to hurriedly step into the bath because, soon enough, I started to feel a few drips run down my legs as the diaper couldn’t absorb everything fast enough with how my bladder had totally given up and it just flowed out of me. I guess I must’ve needed it because my eyes started to close and tear up involuntarily from how great it felt. Even after the unstoppable flow had subsided I could still push a lot more out and just sat down in the nice warm, wetness as I waited for it to absorb. I wish I could replay it and feel it again because it felt like it happened way too quickly, good thing I have more diapers. >:) If anyone decides to read this I hope you enjoyed
  14. Like the last few stories I've posted, this was originally written using characters from a non-kink book I've written. So, name-changes were made and the setting was kept vague to keep it from being recognizable, I hope the vagueness does not distract from the desperation content. A little bit of background that you need for this one to help it make a bit more sense is that Alex was raised in a cult. He grew up extremely isolated and has little understanding of how a lot of things work. He and Adam don’t really talk about the cult by name, just with terms like ‘how you grew up’ or ‘that place from before’, so I just want to spell it out clearly up here. *** There were many firsts Alex had with his boyfriend Adam. Adam had been his first kiss, his first sexual experience, his first everything. The first time Alex ever went to see a movie, it had been with Adam. The first time Alex ever picked out his own clothes, it had been with Adam. The first time Alex ever drank soda, it had been with Adam. Alex’s life up until a couple years ago, when Adam and his family moved in next door to his own, had been very unusual. Alex rarely ever went far beyond his family’s property and the woodland that surrounded it. He’d only been inside a restaurant a small handful of times. When his Mama took him grocery shopping, he was to stay right beside the cart and not look at anyone else. The only time Alex, or any of his five siblings, really interacted with people outside the family was at their church, but their church had been very unusual as well. Then, Adam moved in next door. Adam and his parents were so different from anyone Alex had ever seen. Adam was so free, and he seemed to always know exactly what he wanted out of life and how to get it. Alex never knew any of those things; Adam had helped him learn, and soon they discovered how much they truly had in common. Adam eventually came out to Alex; When Adam was born, people had assumed he was actually a girl, a notion that he’d protested from the moment he could speak. At first, Alex had been upset by this news, he’d been taught that people like Adam were horrible, monstrous even. But, Adam wasn’t monstrous at all, Adam was still Alex’s friend. And… Everything Adam was saying, all the descriptions he’d provided about his feelings and his identity, all of it had made so much sense to Alex. And, that was when Alex realized that he wasn’t a girl, either. When tensions between their families erupted, Alex’s family split apart. His Mama and a few of his siblings moved to the city with Adam and his family, while Alex’s other siblings stayed with their Papa. Adam began to help Alex transition, Adam bought Alex special garments with which to flatten his chest, as well as a prosthetic device he could use to pee standing up, and taught him how to use it without making a mess. These were things that gave him a more masculine appearance and made him feel at home in his own skin for the first time in his life. That had all happened some time ago, Alex had been living authentically for quite a while now. He and Adam had their own place, and slept cuddled together each night like they’d always wanted to. When the nightmares came to Alex, reminding him of events whose only redeeming quality was the fact they were over, he could wake up in a comforting set of arms, catch his breath, and realize that he was always going to be safe now. The biggest ‘first’ Alex had with Adam was this; Adam was the first person that made Alex feel complete and understood. Today, Alex was going to have another ‘first’ with Adam; His first time going to a rock concert. Rock music had been banned at Alex’s house growing up, just like all music with vocals, except for hymns; And even then, only the hymns that were approved by their church. Alex had never heard rock music until Adam had played some for him. Alex had been taught that rock was all about devil worship, but nothing in the songs Adam had shown to him had ever sounded evil. Most of it only made Alex feel pumped up and happy. Before they left for the concert, Alex nervously asked Adam how he looked. To Adam, Alex always looked hot; He liked to keep his hair long and tied back in a ponytail, which made him look a little like a rockstar, and he’d been blessed with every trans-man’s dream of a naturally masculine build, which only looked better now that he’d begun lifting weights. “You look great,” Adam told him. “My chest?” Alex asked. “Is it on right?” Adam knew Alex meant the binder. It had taken a while for Alex to learn how to put it on in a way that didn’t pinch or make it hard to breathe. It had been a while since Adam had needed to wear a binder himself, his top-surgery had been his eighteenth birthday present from his parents. He and Alex were still working on getting Alex onto the same path. Adam assured Alex that his chest looked fine, and that if nothing was pinching or squeezing too hard, that meant he’d put it on right. He added that he’d find Alex a binder with a zipper on the front, one that would be easier to put on and take off. “Are you ready to go?” he asked. Alex nodded, a little uneasily. The concert was being held at a stadium. Alex had never been inside a stadium before. He’d never been anywhere so big, and so full of people. It made his skin feel fluttery. “What is it like there?” he asked. “It will be loud and crowded,” Adam said. “And, I won’t lie, it’s pretty easy to get lost. But, just stick right next to me the whole time, and you’ll be okay.” “Okay…” Alex said, a hint of trepidation in his voice. The ride there was long. Partway through, Alex was given a very unwanted reminder that he had neglected to use the restroom before they’d left. He honestly just hadn’t felt any urge to go then, but he certainly did now. Adam probably wasn’t going to want to stop anywhere. It could make them late. And, Alex knew that lots of places didn’t let anybody use their restroom unless they bought something first. Some places didn’t let anybody use them at all. If they stopped at a place like that, they’d have to leave and find somewhere else, and maybe Alex wouldn’t be able to go there, either. It would just be a huge inconvenience, and Alex did not want to inconvenience Adam when he was so excited about the concert. The stadium would have a restroom somewhere, surely. Alex could hold it until then. And, he wouldn’t even have to worry about waiting for a stall. Now that he had his STP, he could use a urinal and be out in just a couple minutes, no time spent bouncing up and down as he waited anxiously for a free toilet. All he’d need to do was get to a vacant urinal, pull down his zipper and— Alex shook his head fiercely, trying to erase the fantasy as if his brain were an etch-a-sketch. Thinking about how nice peeing was gonna feel was going to turn what was now just a slight, thrumming annoyance into more of a true emergency. He flexed his thighs a little, adjusted in his seat, and looked out the window. Looking out the window didn’t really help him gauge how close they were. Even now, he’d seen so little of the city, and so much of it all looked identical to him. A bunch of big, tall, silver buildings, one right after the other. He could barely tell different areas of town apart from one another, he relied on landmarks to determine what things he was close to. And, he had no clue what things were near the stadium. Adam had told him earlier what street it was on, but Alex could barely remember the names of the streets close to their home, much less how they were all connected. “What places are next to the stadium?” Alex asked Adam suddenly. “Like restaurants?” Adam asked, assuming Alex was getting hungry. “Well, there’s a couple fast food places, and a pizza restaurant called Palazzo’s. That one’s really good, they make meatless pepperoni there. If you want, we can go there after the concert, but there will be snacks and stuff at the stadium.” Alex nodded. He’d never been to Palazzo’s, so the information didn’t make him any more certain of where they were going or how close they were. He tapped his foot a little impatiently. He sure hoped they were getting close! His urge to pee was quickly transforming itself into a need that he didn’t think he could go without fulfilling for much longer. He kept picturing his stream flowing through his prosthetic to trickle gently into a urinal, tension easing from his body as his bladder steadily deflated and stopped trying to bother him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the image. He needed to stop thinking about it. But, it was getting really, really hard not to. His knees knocked together as the pulses of urgency started to come closer and closer together. He noticed a gas station out the window. He’d be allowed to pee there, wouldn’t he? But, no. On TV, gas station toilets were always really gross, and usually the characters had to do something to get the key to open the door, anyway. And, it was always something really time-consuming that just dragged out the whole process way longer than it needed to be. Alex didn’t want to make Adam late. He could hold it. So, he held it. He said nothing to Adam about his need for a urinal. He didn’t point out any of the gas stations they passed on their journey. He just sat there and held it in, as his bladder throbbed away at near constant intervals. Finally, they did arrive, and Alex exhaled. His bladder pulsed more strongly than it had at any point during the ride, and he clenched his fists and ground his teeth together as the wave of desperation passed through his body. Once it subsided and he could stand, he opened the car door and gingerly rose to his feet. “Nnnh!” he cried as he suddenly found himself fighting against gravity. All his liquid seemed to move straight downwards against his sphincters, begging and pleading to be permitted to flow just that extra bit further. Alex looked up at the stadium. It was a massive, circular building covered in super bright lights and huge screens. Tons of people were rushing in and out of it, and Alex felt intimidated. The hairs on his arms stood on end and, remembering what Adam had said earlier about sticking close to him, he dashed around to the other side of the car and pressed himself into Adam’s side. “Hey,” Adam said easily. “Don’t worry. I know you’re not used to things like this, but it’s okay. It’s perfectly safe.” Alex took Adam’s hand and squeezed it firmly. Well. Adam wasn’t going to complain about that… He simply squeezed back and led Alex towards the entrance. It took a while to get through. First, a man had to check their tickets with a scanner thing that looked sort of like the barcode readers at checkout in the grocery store. Alex wasn’t sure what the point of it was, because Adam had paid for the tickets online already. And the guy didn’t ask for any money. It was weird. Next, they had to take off their shoes, and Adam had to take off his bag, and then put it all into some bins so they could go through a tunnel thingy that x-rayed them. Alex wasn’t sure what the point of that was, either. But, it was really, really hard for him to bend down and unlace his shoes. As he knelt, it felt like all of his body weight was being placed right on top of his poor bladder. He could feel it being crushed and partially flattened in a way that was just awful! The overfull organ was practically screaming in pain, and Alex bit his lip against a whimper. After that, and after they’d gotten their shoes back, Alex just slipped his feet into them. He didn’t have it in him to crouch down a second time. He’d tie them after he’d peed. Hopefully, the peeing would come soon. They were past all the confusing security stuff now, and Alex once more planted himself to Adam’s side. “We’ve got some time before the concert,” Adam said. “There are some gift shops, and some places you can buy food. Or we can go right to our seats.” Alex’s bladder surged when none of the options Adam had presented had involved a toilet. So… Were there not restrooms here, then? There must have been, right? It was too big a building to not have any toilets, wasn’t it? But, as he glanced around, he didn’t see any signs for a restroom… Maybe that was a thing? Stadiums didn’t have restrooms because they were too full of other stuff? Maybe that should have been obvious, something everyone on Earth already knew except for Alex since he’d never been allowed to go anywhere. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen anyone on TV go to a stadium and use a restroom… Alex didn’t want to feel stupid asking Adam for a urinal if he ought to have already known there weren’t any here. He bounced on his toes as panic set in; How long was the concert gonna be? He really, really needed to go! But, it sounded like he was gonna have to wait until after, when they went to eat. Ohhh, the restaurant better have a toilet! Or… Or maybe he could tell Adam he had to pee badly, and could they please go somewhere with a restroom? But, no, then they’d have to do all that security stuff again, and he didn’t know how much time was left before the concert was due to start. There wasn’t time for Alex to pee. But, he just needed to. He needed to so much. “Adam, I—“ “Let’s get some pretzels,” Adam said. He’d noticed Alex turning paler, and swaying on his feet. Poor thing must have been starving! “You like those.” “O—Okay,” Alex said, gripping Adam’s hand tightly again as he was led off to a concession counter. He bobbed in place, lifting first his right foot and then his left. There was a big lemonade dispenser behind the counter, and as the liquid inside of it was mixed and spun around, the liquid inside of Alex did the exact same thing. While Adam ordered some pretzels, Alex drug his eyes away from the tortuous lemonade dispenser. He looked instead at the huge, wide hall that circled around the stadium. There were more concession counters, and the gift shops Adam had mentioned, and— His bladder suddenly began to push very firmly against his opening, recognizing relief before Alex himself had. There it was, a sign designating a men’s room. Ohhh, thank goodness! He felt a little silly for thinking there weren’t any restrooms here, but sometimes out in the real world, things were just so confusing that he was never certain what he could expect anywhere. His bladder urged him to dash straight down the hall and give in to his throbbing, pounding need. But, knew he had to stay right next to Adam. If they got separated, Alex knew for a fact he would be totally lost in a matter of seconds. He just had to wait until Adam finished talking with the concession man, then he’d say he had to pee, and Adam would take him to the restroom. Except, now that Alex knew he’d be peeing soon, his need to do so ramped up considerably. He was close to jumping up and down now. and every so often he’d palm his crotch. It was strange, but whenever he held onto the tip of his prosthetic when he needed to pee, it would actually make the urge subside a little bit. He knew it shouldn’t have had such an effect, but it did anyway. Adam finally finished with the concession guy and handed Alex one of the pretzels. “Here, eat,” he urged. “You don’t look so good.” Alex didn’t FEEL so good… It registered to him that it would be pretty gross to bring the pretzels with them into the restroom, so he decided he’d go after they’d eaten them. He immediately began scarfing his own down, just to get to his relief faster. “Heh,” Adam laughed. “Wow, you really are hungry, huh?” ‘Not really,’ Alex thought. ‘I just need the restroom so bad!’ “Show’s about to start,” Adam said, taking a bit of his own pretzel. “We should go sit down.” Alex frowned at that. ‘But I have to pee first!’ he wanted to say, but his bladder wasn’t worth making Adam miss the start of the show. He kept his hand around Adam's as he was led into the main area of the stadium, and into a seat in the middle of one of the rows. Adam sat down beside him, and soon someone else had taken the seat on his other side. He was boxed in now, and his bladder felt like it was trying to kick and punch its way out of the prison he now found himself in. He whimpered in the back of his throat, crossing his legs at the ankles. Adam swallowed the last of his pretzel and gave Alex a concerned look. He’d known all the bright lights and crowds were going to make Alex a little tetchy, but he looked downright miserable in his discomfort. He was visibly shaking all over, vibrating with anxiety. Adam patted his hand, a reminder that he was there and Alex was safe. This was just something new, and Alex had always eased himself into new things eventually. Alex felt a little comforted by Adam’s soft touch, but the comfort fizzled away when he imagined how disgusted Adam would be if he had an accident all over his seat. Adam wouldn’t want to touch him at all then… Alex scissored his legs, bounced his knees up and down. He thought he could remember the way to that restroom from here, but all the aisles and rows looked identical! He’d get turned around and never find Adam again. ‘Just stick right next to me the whole time, and you’ll be okay.’ Adam had said, and Alex had intended to do exactly that. Just… He didn’t want to make Adam miss the start of the show, and he really, really couldn’t hold it much more! He pulled his hand out from underneath Adam’s, then squeezed Adam’s hand so hard it started to turn red. Adam winced, not so much from the pain— Though, Alex was pretty strong— but from the knowledge he’d brought him somewhere that was obviously too stressful for him. Maybe he should have brought him to a smaller concert before this one, something outdoors and with fewer people… This was too much all at once. He frowned, he’d really wanted to see this band perform, but… “Alex…?” he whispered lowly. “Is this too much for you? Are you feeling freaked out?” Alex shook his head, continuing to bounce in his seat. He wasn’t freaked out, he was just bursting! “Are you sure?” Adam asked. “We can leave if you’re uncomfortable.” Well. He definitely WAS uncomfortable. But, how could he make Adam skip seeing one of his favorite bands live just because he needed to pee? “It’s okay,” he insisted. “I’m okay…” “If you’re sure…” Adam said. “Just, keep holding my hand, try to feel better.” A couple minutes later, the performance began. The loud music was enough to shake the floors a little, the vibration pummeling Alex’s poor bladder like it was the pawn in a game of Whack-A-Mole. He was whimpering, quivering and twitching, and felt little, tiny droplets of urine forcing their ways out of him. He was losing it, he was gonna have an accident! He couldn’t remember ever needing to go this bad! And, he’d been desperate lots of times before. When he lived in the old place, the line for the toilet each morning would be massive, all of his siblings always managing to beat him there. When he was younger, sometimes this had even led to accidents when his bladder just hadn’t been able to hold it together for long enough. But, the desperation he’d felt all those mornings completely paled in comparison to now. Up until now, his worst experience with desperation had been when he’d been severely punished by his Papa for sneaking out to see Adam after they’d been forbidden to have contact with one another. Alex had been locked into his room all night, every night. And, one of those nights, he hadn’t been able to pee before the lock had been put into place. He’d tried desperately to find something—Anything!!— he could empty his bladder into, but could find nothing; His Papa had stripped his room of everything except for his bed, one pillow, one blanket and his Bible. None of which made good emergency toilets, and one of which would probably result in him going to Hell if he even tried. That night, he’d actually ended up praying for God to send him a miracle. God had answered Alex’s prayers in the past, had shown him the way, had even led him to Adam… And, again, God came through for Alex that night; Because, as soon as he’d finished praying, he saw that Papa had missed something under the bed; a towel. And, by bunching that up underneath himself and adjusting it whenever one patch got too sodden, he was able to fully relieve his aching bladder. Remembering the relief from that night made Alex wish he had a towel with him here and now. He wouldn’t expose himself in a stadium full of people, obviously. But, at least if he had a towel to sit on, the mess from his inevitable accident wouldn’t be as bad. He continued to squirm and fidget, kicking his legs out in front of himself and crossing them, tightening his hold on Adam’s hand, and just hoping for everything to be over soon so he could go. It did end eventually, and Alex scrambled to his feet, losing a short stream in the process. He jumped from foot to foot as he waited for the other people in the row to make it out onto the stairs so he could rush for the toilets. “Did you like the music, at least?” Adam asked with concern. Alex still didn’t look very good. He was so pale, and hadn’t stopped shaking at all. Throughout the concert, Adam had bit back a moan several times as Alex seemed bound and determined to just snap his hand clean off. Alex hadn’t even really heard any of the music. All he’d been able to hear were the shrieks coming from his bladder, the screams of ‘PEE NOW!’ He nodded slightly at Adam anyway. “Th—That’s good,” Adam said. “We’ll be outside soon, I’ll take you to that restaurant, it’s gonna be much quieter there, you’ll feel better.” “C—Can we do something here first?” Alex asked as they inched forward up the stairs. Adam was surprised. “You… Want a t-shirt or something? The lines might be long since it just ended, can you handle tha—“ “I need to pee,” Alex interrupted. “Please, Adam? I’ve had to go since before we got here.” Adam took a moment to readjust to his new perspective. Alex wasn’t trembling because the crowds scared him. He was just trembling because his bladder was really full. “Oh… Why didn’t you say anything?” “First, I didn’t know if there was even anywhere to go here,” Alex said. “Then, I didn’t want you to miss the start of the show having to take me so I wouldn’t get lost.” “I… I wouldn’t have been upset,” Adam said as they finally left the main area and were back in the hall. “Oh, Alex… you should have told me! You didn’t need to hold it through that whole thing!” Alex was dancing all over the place now, his legs were in constant motion, making it appear almost like he was jogging. His hands were between his legs, squeezing the tip of his prosthetic; Again, the action helped ease his agony even as the logical part of his mind told him that it shouldn’t. Adam was staring; He’d never seen Alex in such obvious distress before. He took Alex’s hand and led him as carefully as he could through the crowd and to the… Massive line sprawling out of the nearest men’s room. Alex moaned at the sight, his legs trembling madly beneath him. “Yeah, you’re probably not gonna make it through this,” Adam said. “But, that’s okay.” “I don’t want to have an accide—“ “You won’t,” Adam cut him off. He again began leading Alex away. Alex whimpered as he was now being taken in the opposite direction of the restroom he needed. “Adam, stop!” Alex pleaded. “I need to go!” “You’re gonna go,” Adam said. He took Alex outside of the stadium, and walked him down the street a little. Alex whimpered and fidgeted the whole way, and Adam tried not to pay attention to the hissing sound of liquid coming from Alex’s midsection. Adam stopped at the entrance to an alleyway. “Go,” he said. Alex looked around confused. There was nowhere for him TO go! “Where?” “I know you’ve peed outside before,” Adam said. “In the woods,” Alex said, pacing around on twisted up legs. “Aren’t the rules different here?” ‘Not if you don’t get caught,’ Adam thought, but had a feeling Alex wouldn’t exactly agree with that. “No,” Adam said. “You can pee on a wall when you really need to go. That’s allowed.” Alex still looked unsure. “Hey, I’ll go with you,” Adam offered. “Would that help you feel more comfortable?” “I guess..” Alex winced out. Without even fully realizing it, his hand had already connected with his zipper. “Okay,” Adam said. He went deeper into the alley and unzipped, pulling the head of his STP out. He held back his flow, however. If he let out a stream while Alex was in earshot, his partner would explode for sure. “Ready when you are!” Alex scurried down the alleyway until he was shoulder to shoulder with Adam— Admittedly a little closer than Adam liked to be to another person while urinating, but if it helped Alex, he’d put up with it. Alex loudly yanked his zip down and positioned his prosthetic, a clear jet of liquid slamming against the lower part of the wall not but two seconds later. It took a moment for it to register to Alex that he was finally peeing, and for a second he didn’t even feel the relief. He’d been so full that it wasn’t until a bit had drained out that he began to feel the pleasurable sensations of release. “Mmmm…” he hummed softly through his nostrils. Adam let his own stream go. It wasn’t nearly as powerful as Alex’s was. He’d needed to go a bit after such a long drive and show, but his own urge had been nowhere near the emergency Alex’s had been. His liquid lightly pattered against the wall, darkening the material. When Adam’s bladder had let out all it had to give and he’d zipped himself back up, Alex was still pouring away. Adam winced at that, realizing just how desperate his poor boyfriend must have been for all that time. Alex gave one final push and the last of his urine trickled against the now thoroughly drenched wall. He shook out his prosthetic and zipped up, trying to catch his breath. Adam rubbed his boyfriend’s back, feeling the tension still present there. “Better?” he asked. “Better,” Alex nodded a little shakily. “You’re sure that wasn’t against the rules?” “Positive,” Adam said, though in the back of his mind he hoped this wouldn’t cause Alex to make a habit out of peeing in alleyways.
  15. Anyone ever hold so much till they actually lose it and not be able to stop after… I know I’m damaging my bladder but the less control I have the more exciting it is to wet… I’ll never muster the courage to wet in public intentionally or whatever… so I’ve been dwelling on it… I have reached a point where I wake a few times a month in the middle of wetting the bed… which scares me but also it excites me and I wanna keep teetering on the edge of actual incontinence… is that weird?
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    **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Audio I rapidly filled my bladder and held it for roughly an hour and a half, I was starting to leak uncontrollably before I started recording. I sat and wet myself in my favorite fishnet bodysuit. I peed for so long~
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  17. View File [NUDITY] Fishnet Nude Wetting **NUDITY WARNING** FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Audio I rapidly filled my bladder and held it for roughly an hour and a half, I was starting to leak uncontrollably before I started recording. I sat and wet myself in my favorite fishnet bodysuit. I peed for so long~ Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 05/16/2022 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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  19. Yo! I’m kusirotta, a 24-years-old non-binary artist from Finland! I have been into omorashi probably my whole life but actually like… accepted myself about a year ago. I draw nsfw content of my and my husband’s OCs on Twitter (@/ kusirotta) and I was wondering if y’all would be interested to see what I have drawn this far! I can also open nsfw commissions if people are interested so, my few omorashi included OCs by far are Graham and Jamie - but I have easily over 400 OCs and I probably will pisskinkify more when I have time and mental health ANYGAYS, here’s some wetting art! And if y’all want to see non-omo nsfw art by me too, let me know (I have more of that)! [[the tied up loser is 32-years-old Graham Newbon (he/him) and the crybaby is 24-years-old Jamie Ravaglia (he/him) and now I realize that for some reason I have pisskinkify only blonde cis guys kdkxisixiwizkqb I swear, I have other types of OCs too ]]
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    FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Audio I got really desperate while having a smoke, and tried to hold it for as long as I could - I leaked several times, which is why my crotch is already pretty wet at the start of the video~ I have a big fluffy robe that I thought would be fun to soak!
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  21. View File Wetting Pants on Fluffy Robe FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty Audio I got really desperate while having a smoke, and tried to hold it for as long as I could - I leaked several times, which is why my crotch is already pretty wet at the start of the video~ I have a big fluffy robe that I thought would be fun to soak! Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 05/06/2022 Category Transgender (FtM)  
  22. Just hit the one month milestone on this site, so I figured I'd celebrate by filming a wetting to show you guys. Lighting is kinda shit, but I had just chugged three water bottles, and I was really really desperate and just could not hold it another minute. I was gonna pee any second! The relief was nearly orgasmic. lv_0_20220430094728.mp4
  23. (You can skip all this bold text if it doesn't interest you.) I used to have a big, long thread on here about my experiences with my partner, but I had to take it down. See, even though I changed a few pretty big, important key details when I wrote those stories out (even keeping one particularly significant thing out of all of my posts entirely), the one person in my real-life that I most DID NOT want to find out about this somehow found the posts and recognized who we were. If anyone who was following me back then wonders why I disappeared from this site for so long, that was part of the reason for it and some other things I won't get into here. I've been very active in a few other places in the meantime, but missed some of the people I'd met here. So, I'm back. And since the worst case scenario has already happened, I'm going to re-upload those posts now as true to life as I can (I will still not be using any real names or locations though, of course, and some other details will be changed as well, but I feel less like I need to hide as much anymore.) *** One- The Problem So. Introductions. I’m Cameron Davis, I’m a twenty five year old trans man living with my partner Felix in Arizona. I’m also a bit of a nervous wreck. That’s kind of why I’m writing this. Felix thinks it would be helpful if I wrote these kinds of things down, I’ll see if he’s right. I transitioned socially very, very young. My parents say the only times I threw tantrums as a toddler when when I was referred to as a girl, or asked to put on a dress. My Dad can remember when I was really little, I used to ask when the ‘aliens that abducted me would come back and make into a boy again.’ They were confused at first, because of how my body looked they had assumed I was their daughter, but every time they called me that I would get so upset. It was strange, because other than that I was an easy, agreeable toddler that rarely kicked off at all. They took me to a new doctor who asked me all sorts of questions, and after that she talked to my parents and I learned what the word “trans” meant. After we got home, my parents told me that they understood now, and that I could be whoever I wanted. They got my hair cut short and bought me new clothes that felt better, and my Dad made a little tube out of a medicine spoon that I could use to pee standing up like all the other boys. When I was that young, I didn’t understand that some people weren’t going to react to me the way my parents had. I didn’t understand that some people were dangerous, and I didn’t understand that even though I now looked like all the other boys I went to school with and could do everything that they could do, that didn’t mean everyone else saw me that way. And that’s why The Problem began. The Problem is shy bladder syndrome. Paruresis. Pee shyness. Whatever you want to call it, it has been a constant in my life. For a few months after my Dad made me a stand-to-pee device, I could use the urinals at school when I had to go. But, eventually, a group of sixth graders somehow found out about me, they thought it would be funny to attack me, and chose to do it while I was peeing. After that, peeing in a public place (Especially if it is unfamiliar, crowded, noisy, or lacks sufficient privacy) would produce a fear response in me that makes it impossible to actually go no matter my level of urgency. My bladder can feel like an overfilled water balloon, ready to pop with the smallest poke, but once I’m in front of a toilet my body will tense itself so much that not a single drop can come out. It was confusing at first, to know that I definitely needed to go but then get to a urinal and have nothing come out because I felt scared inside. I remember that since little kids don’t have the best social skills, it wasn’t even all that unusual for my classmates to pay attention to what one another were doing in the restroom, and there was a little bit of natural curiosity about the fact I peed through a tube, I guess. I can still remember very clearly one boy asking me why I wasn’t going and how that had made me feel weirdly itchy all over. I was so confused and felt so scared. I would need to pee really, really bad, then when the class was taken for a toilet break, I would get no relief whatsoever. The first handful of times this happened, I got worried that I really COULD explode from not peeing for too long. I would be able to go as soon as I got home each day. Sometimes, though, I’d wet myself as soon as I got through the door. My parents were never angry, just confused. Even if Kindergarten was just a half-day long, four hours is still brutal on a little kid’s developing bladder. I’m not sure if my classmates were aware of how I was perpetually desperate, but my teacher definitely noticed that I was squirming all the time. She also saw me go to the restroom with my classmates every time she took us for a break and assumed I was going then. She expressed concern to my parents that I had a health problem that was making me need to go too frequently, except I didn’t have to go super often at home so my parents didn’t think I needed to be checked for that. I remember how I could never run and play at recess, because I just had to pee so bad that I couldn’t move very well. But, then I’d get to a toilet, and people would be all around me, and I’d feel so unsafe and scared, and nothing would come out. I pretty much just spent my entire childhood desperate to pee. That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but honestly not too big of one. My teacher that year was very kind and caring. And she was very aware that something was wrong. She saw me go into the restroom and, presumably, pee three times every day, yet I was still dancing all over the place. I think one day she noticed that, when I came out of the restroom and had supposedly just relieved myself, I was jiggling and obviously still holding it, because she eventually ended up pulling me aside one day and asking if I was having trouble going. I was, of course, desperate when she asked me this. No doubt I was pee-dancing as I answered that yes, I was having lots of trouble. I had to go real bad and it wouldn’t come out and it was scary. She said she thought she knew what was bothering me and told me to try going now without the rest of my classmates. I did as she asked. I entered the empty restroom, not expecting to be able to pee. I didn’t get my hopes up. I locked myself into a stall, remembering that when I’d been attacked by the bullies, it was when I was at a urinal. I felt safe in the locked stall, and not being able to hear anybody made me feel even more safe. The scary feelings were all gone. When I tried to pee, I actually peed. I was very surprised by that, but happy. I went back to class, and my teacher could tell I’d actually gone since I was no longer squirming. She told me she thought that would help, and asked if trying to use the restroom with other kids in the room made me feel nervous. I remember that I didn’t know what ‘nervous’ meant, so she explained it to me and I nodded. She said some people feel that way sometimes, and that I could go during class if that made me feel better. So, after that, I could go at school. She even promised to tell my first grade teacher next year that I needed to be excused from class to go and that it was something I couldn’t help. That made me feel better, because I knew the school day would be longer in first grade. My first grade teacher did go along with what my Kindergarten teacher had said, so I could still go at school that year. Except for one day. We had a substitute teacher that day. And, for whatever reason, she just would NOT let me go pee during class-time— or even during recess. I was only allowed to go when she brought the whole class. And, of course, I couldn’t do it. I tried explaining to the substitute that I couldn’t go, but with the vocabulary of a six year old the point didn’t really get across. She just kept saying “Of course you can go,” and not understanding what I was trying to say. I told her that my teacher had a note about how I HAVE to be allowed to go when I ask, and she said something about how she does not read notes that were not written for her. This was the first time I was gonna have to hold it through the whole day in first grade, which was several hours longer than I’d ever held it in Kindergarten. An hour or so after lunch I think is when it happened; this absolutely horrific back pain began to surge through me. I had never felt it before. I had never felt ANYTHING that hurt that bad before. It scared me so much. I thought I was gonna actually, for-real explode and that the pain was the start of my body ripping apart. It hurt so much, I didn’t know what was happening, and it was so scary. It made me start crying at my desk because I just couldn’t handle it. The substitute noticed I’d started to cry and asked what the issue was. I babbled something about feeling bad and sick and thinking I was dying. She was annoyed with me, said “You’re not DYING. You’re over-dramatizing.” But decided I could go to the nurse. She sent another kid to walk with me as was standard for lower grades. On the way there, I saw the restrooms I knew would be empty and usable. I tried to run in, but the kid sent with me stopped me and said I was supposed to go straight to the nurse and he didn’t want to get in trouble. Once I was with the nurse, the other kid left and I tried to explain to the nurse what was going on, but I couldn’t explain it well enough, I just said something about how my back was exploding. She, of course, did not get what I was trying to say. But, I looked really pale and I was trembling real bad all over, so it definitely looked like there was something wrong with me. She told me to lay down while she got a thermometer. I asked her for the toilet a couple times, and she told me to wait until she had my temperature. I kept shaking as she got it. I felt like I was gonna throw up, and that made me feel scared too. I didn’t have a fever, but it was so obvious that I was unwell that she said she was gonna try and contact my parents anyway. She thought maybe I was having an allergic reaction to something. I begged her for the toilet again. She said my Mom was coming soon and she wanted me to be sure and be there so she knew where I was when my Mom got here. I said I felt like I was about to throw up, so she got me a trash can. But, I didn’t actually end up vomiting. My Mom got there, the nurse explained that I had chills, was very pale and was complaining of pain and nausea. She suggested that it was an allergic reaction. While my Mom took me home, she asked me if one of the other kids had given me certain kinds of nuts. My Dad is allergic to certain nuts and she was assuming I’d inherited it from him. I could barely respond, I asked her to drive faster because I had to pee really bad. We didn’t live far from my elementary school at least, and I managed to hold it until we got home. I held it while I got inside the house. I held it while I ran to the restroom. I held it all the way up until I’d lifted the lid and seat of the toilet and started to unzip my pants. Then, all of it came out right there. I cried so hard then, I’d been so close to making it and I’d had an accident anyway. It barely registered that the awful pain in my back had drained away when my bladder had. I was too upset. My Mom found me crying. I was scared I was gonna be in trouble for peeing on the floor, but I wasn’t. She asked me what had happened, and I explained that we had a substitute and I’d asked her over and over again all day to go pee and she wouldn’t let me— Not even during lunch or recess. I told her it hurt SO much and that it had made my back hurt and made me feel like I was going to throw up, and I really HAD tried my best to hold it. She WAS mad then, but not at me. I don’t really know what all happened after that, I know she was on the phone with a lot of people and that that substitute never came back. Throughout elementary and middle school, I could relieve my bladder in a stall provided the room was empty. So, I’d always go during class. This DID mean that I’d have to wait until a teacher gave me permission, but it wasn’t too bad. Then, when I was in high school, the stalls and dividers were removed from the bathrooms at school to prevent smoking. This didn’t work, since people just smoked outside in between the buildings instead. The only thing they actually accomplished was making kids uncomfortable at school in a futile attempt to inconvenience a handful of troublemakers. Parents were unhappy, and the doors were returned, but only to the girls’ rooms. I now could not go at school at all. Even trying to go during class when the rooms were more likely to be empty made me too nervous. Without something I could lock for protection, I felt anxious and vulnerable and could do nothing but continue holding it. It got rough, to say the least. Between the long days at school and the long rides to and from, I would be needing to spend at least eleven hours without a pee break. I am sure my grades suffered from an inability to concentrate on anything other than my own discomfort. I started to take precautions. I limited how much I had to drink no matter how thirsty I felt. I’d wait until the last minute to pee before I left so my bladder would be as empty as possible for the day ahead. Still, desperation was pretty much a daily occurrence. I’d spend the last several classes unable to concentrate and just wishing time would speed up, then suffer the ride home trying to ignore how much each bump in the road shook my bladder. I think the worst incident was on this day we had some test for gym. We were instructed to drink a minimum amount of water beforehand. So, that meant my usual strategy of restricting fluid intake at school in the hopes of it being more manageable went out the window. I had gym before lunch, and that extra bit of water put me over the edge. By mid afternoon, I was in agony, and doing everything I could to not let anyone notice how desperate I was. That's the worst part to me, fidgeting around does nothing but let everyone around me know that I'm bursting. I was already bullied a lot, being trans in the South is no fun a lot of the time! While I was grateful to be able to take hormone blockers back then to keep my chest and hips from mutating in ways I’d hate, they also kept me small, and being small made me an easy target. Add onto that the fact I spent every day doing very obvious pee-dances and I wasn’t the most respected person at school. I tried to go at each break that day, to no avail. I tried to go in the middle of one class since I thought that maybe if the room and the surrounding halls were empty, I'd be able to relax easier. That didn't work either, because I continued to worry that someone would come in. You'd think that with how hard it is to keep still when you need to go, it would be easy to let it out once you stop moving around, but no. Instead, all I'd get is an increase in the pressure and an urge to START squirming again. It is ridiculously frustrating to be standing in front of a toilet, desperately shifting from foot to foot, and still not peeing a drop. I felt too vulnerable without a barrier between me and any other potential people. I made it to the end of the day, and made one final attempt to get something out. I even begged to be allowed to use the toilet in the nurse’s office. All I wanted was a door with a lock so I could feel safe enough to pee. But I was told I couldn’t go in there unless I was sick or had a doctor’s note. I remember telling her it was an emergency and I couldn’t go if there wasn’t a door, but she was unsympathetic and said something about school policy needing to be followed. So, I tried again to use one of the exposed toilets, but nothing would come out, and I didn’t want to miss the bus. I sat in the furthest back corner of the bus so that it would be less likely anyone would notice how twisted up I was. I stared out the window, counting down the streets left until I'd be home and finally be able to relieve myself. Partway through the ride, I had to start holding myself, and kept looking up in paranoia of someone looking my way and seeing where my hand was. I was sure someone must have noticed and I could feel my face burning. The ride seemed to last an eternity, but finally it was over and my stop had been reached. Thankfully, the stop was very close to my house, but having to stand up and walk off the bus after spending so much time doubled over made it feel like I was about to split open. After the bus had left, my hands immediately went back between my legs. It was murder getting up the stairs to the front door, and I felt myself start to dribble as I unlocked it and rushed in. I was always home alone after school, so the instant the door was shut, I was already tearing at my belt while rushing to the restroom. I'd learned from experience that if I didn't get it apart right away, I'd leak in earnest once I saw the toilet. I was unzipping before I got to the restroom, and was peeing the second I had my STP lined up. By that point, I’d stopped using the medicine spoon and had gotten a prosthetic that resembled a cis man’s penis and— thank goodness— had a very wide and fast flowing funnel that was very challenging to overflow. Finally I could relax and let it all out. It was pure bliss, it nearly felt good enough that it made up for all the pain I'd endured leading up to it. I was eventually freed from the no-door issue at school when my mom quit her job to take care of my grandparents. After a couple weeks she asked me why every day when I came home I ran into the restroom like I was being chased by a serial killer. I explained the situation at school and how my body had reacted to it. After trying and failing to convince the school to accommodate my needs, my parents decided to let me finish high school at home instead and joined some homeschooling groups. After I was removed from my school, I no longer had to spend each day out of my mind with desperation. I could pee whenever the need arose and didn’t have to leave it until it went well past the point of pain. However, I realized I was missing one aspect; How incredible it felt to finally let it out after hours of agony. So, some days I would tell myself to wait a bit longer so it would feel better when I went. I didn’t recognize that this new thing I was doing was sexual for a while, and when I did figure that out I felt a bit ashamed, and a lot confused. I was literally fetishizing a medical condition of mine that had brought me countless hours worth of pain and suffering throughout my life. How could even a small feature of something that had done so much harm to me tie its way into my sexuality? I didn’t understand it. I still don’t, really. Maybe my mind is just trying very hard to make the best of a bad situation that I’ve found myself stuck with? I don’t know. But, since I felt so ashamed and confused at myself when I finally realized what I’d actually been doing, I stopped for a while. I ignored the weird urges I got to hold to my limit when I was at home. I tried not to feel any sort of pride in being able to pee for such long periods of time. I tried not to be interested when someone else appeared desperate. It took a while, but I eventually realized I wasn’t actually hurting anything by having this interest. Even if I couldn’t understand WHY I’d derive pleasure from one of the things that had brought me so much pain, it wasn’t worth beating myself up over. When I was eighteen, I got my first job. It was a crappy place to work, like most people’s first jobs are. A fast food place where I was constantly, constantly on my feet and running around. It was rare that there would be enough of a lull that I could try to take a pee break… Except, then my shy bladder would freeze up once I was in front of the toilet. Somehow, I’d go from feeling on the very precipice of soaking myself to feeling like I couldn’t pee even if someone offered me a million dollars. The worst part was, I didn’t have much time to just stand there and hope that my bladder would decide to comply with my wishes. I had to get back to work right away, so after only a minute or two, I’d have to zip back up, completely unrelieved and full to bursting. Then, I’d be washing my hands at the sink, shifting from foot to foot as the sound and the sensation of the water on my skin sent my need into overdrive… Even though I SHOULD have peed just a few seconds ago. I started using up my lunch break just to walk a few blocks to a store that was super quiet, much less busy, and had a single-use toilet in the back corner. This felt private and secure enough to me, so I’d actually be able to go. Then, I’d have to walk all the way back, and rarely would I be able to do all that quickly enough to actually have time to eat something. But, hunger was easier to manage than constantly feeling the threatening trembles from my bladder, struggling to hold back a huge flood while I ran around and tried to deal with customers. Once, though, somebody didn’t show up to work, or call ahead. So, I ended up having to work their shift. I hadn’t known this would happen until it was about time for me to leave. I was already very eager to get home that day, I was extremely hungry and the pee I’d taken at mid-day had been hours ago so my bladder was thoroughly refilled. I had been thinking I might have to stop at that store a second time on my walk home, because I seriously needed to go. Then, I found out I wouldn’t be leaving for another four hours. I mean, I needed the money because I had to help my parents pay for my upcoming phalloplasty, and I was the only person they had on hand to fill in. I was scared, perhaps unreasonably, that if I said I couldn’t, I would lose my job. And, if I lost my job, that would mean no phalloplasty, and I couldn’t handle that. So, I said it was fine, even though the pangs in my midsection were furiously reminding me of exactly how NOT-fine it was. I tried to think about other things. Except, the other thing about this job was that, even if you were constantly doing something, those things were pretty monotonous. Stuff like laying food out on a tray to put into the freezer over and over and over again. You kind of get stuck in your own head while doing something so robotic, and all my head was filled with at that time was a constant drone of “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee!” I tried to imagine myself somewhere else, doing something fun. But what I kept imagining was standing at a toilet and releasing the tsunami I was keeping at bay. I tried thinking about movies, books and games I liked, but that made me think of being at home, where I could PEE. I could not keep a single thought in my mind that didn’t involve how badly I had to go. Whenever somebody came back into the kitchen where I was working, it was so hard to stand in a way that looked normal and didn’t put any extra pressure onto my poor bladder. Whenever I went into the freezer to place one of the trays, or grab a new box of something, I’d take advantage of the privacy this gave to hold myself for a few seconds. The relief this granted didn’t last that long, especially if I needed to pick up one of the heavy boxes and carry it back into the kitchen. Holding that alongside my overfilled bladder was no easy task. Then, since I’d given in and held myself like that, I’d have to wash my hands again to handle the food, enduring the torture of the running water. I don’t think I ever went longer than thirty seconds without checking the clock that night. I was literally counting down the minutes until I could leave and wracking my brain to remember what time the smaller store I could pee at closed. If it was closed by the time I got to it, I was sure I’d have an accident before I got home. When things were calmer for a few minutes, I dashed to the restroom and locked myself in a stall. I yanked my zip down and begged my body to please, please just relax and make it all stop. But, it didn’t. I rubbed below my navel, trying to force even just a few spurts out, but all this did was cause pain, not a stream. I had to give up. I had to get back to work. At one point when I was bringing trays to customers, I was stopped by one who said their order was wrong and started laying into me about it. I was not the one who had taken her order, I didn’t even know what it was, and I could barely even focus on the words that were coming out of her mouth. I was so lost in my own desperation that I didn’t realize she’d stopped talking for several seconds, and this made her angrier. She asked what was wrong with me, and for a second I thought she could tell I was carrying what felt like an olympic swimming pool’s worth of fluid in my bladder. It wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out I had to go. Much to my embarrassment, I could not unstick my legs from one another very much and had been taking tiny, contorted steps. I brought her to the cashier who had taken her order. This wasn’t really what I was SUPPOSED to do, if a customer came to you with a problem, you were supposed to deal with it, but I didn’t trust myself to be able to even string a sentence together at that point. Once I’d brought her to the cashier, I drug myself back to the toilet, thinking that it had to work now. How could I have THIS much in me and not be able to get it out? I unzipped once more, rubbing in my bladder area again. I held my breath. I counted to one hundred. This torment was something that was both emotionally draining and physically taxing. Nothing came out and I swear I was blinking back tears. The customer was chewing out the cashier now, quite loudly. It set me so on edge that I just couldn’t pee. But, I couldn’t NOT pee. If I didn’t get something out, I was going to go crazy. But, I had to go back to work. I think after that second attempt to relieve myself, there were about thirty minutes left until I could leave. I remember telling myself over and over that I could make that. I HAD to make it. Obviously if I couldn’t go when I was at the toilet and doing everything I could think of to make myself pee, then I wouldn’t be able to have an accident, right? I spent the remainder of the time back in the kitchen, filling out another tray. I worked much slower than I usually did, because I didn’t want to have to walk back and forth to the freezer. Walking had become increasingly difficult. I was hunched over the tray, my legs wound around one another, fighting with every fibre of my being not to grab myself at each pulse I felt ricochet through my overstretched bladder. Finally, it was over. I could leave. When I tried to stand up from my hunched position a bolt of urgent need shot through me. I couldn’t stand up straight, I just hoped no one figured out why. I hoped they’d just figure I was really tired or something. I somehow found the strength to stumble back into the freezer to put the tray up. I paused just before I left and briefly considered trying to pee there one more time, but I knew now it would never work. All I could do was hope that the store was open. I wanted to break into a run the instant I was outside, but knew that would be a bad idea. I couldn’t even manage to walk that fast and had to stop completely ever so often to (literally) get a hold of myself. It was dark out by then, so I doubt if anybody was around they saw what I was doing, but I was still so embarrassed to be clutching at myself like a little kid in public. I didn’t even notice it happening, but the next time I stopped to grab myself there was a little dampness at my crotch. I must have leaked, but been so desperate I didn’t even feel it coming out. As I walked, my hand kept snaking down between my legs. At last, the store was in view, and the lights were on. It was open. I was gonna make it. I’d be peeing in just a couple more minutes. I was gonna make it. I dragged my hand from between my legs before I went in, wincing at the increase in pressure that caused. I got inside, and stumbled my way to the restroom. I locked the door and faced away from the toilet while I got my zipper down. I knew if I looked at it, I’d start peeing even though my clothes were still up. At last, freed from the confines of my pants, freed from the lack of privacy and loud noises of my place of work, I could go. Now that I no longer felt anxious, the flood was instant, I didn’t need to do anything to coax myself into going, it happened perfectly automatically. To say I felt better would be a massive understatement, I probably would have been moaning if it weren’t for the one employee I knew was in the other room. I held that back, but didn’t have to hold back anything else anymore, I could pee and that was the most amazing feeling to me. I don’t know how long I was peeing for, it was quite a while, and I kind of wished this incredible feeling would never stop. Eventually, though, I did finish. I zipped up, noting that I was a bit tender in my middle now. I was glad I didn’t have to go to work the next day, my bladder probably needed time to recover from all that. Instances like this were a constant occurrence in my life, being desperate to pee and unable to get it to come out was just part of what it meant to be alive.
  24. Pretty straightforward question, Has being into wetting or desperation lead to discovering a new fetish or sexual turn on that you might not have of discovered otherwise? I’ll go first, I absolutely love standing in the shower after a wetting and taking a very hot shower while still fully clothed from the waist up. I discovered this when I was out of town on a business trip when I worked for Kroger. I got sent to Kansas City, MO which is like 10 hours away. I had planned to do a few golds that weekend. One or two driving then a few full on wettings in the evenings. Nothing too crazy happened on any of the holds except the one where I could wet myself. I hold until I couldn’t and then soaked my leggings in the shower. I decided to strip down to just my leggings and panties and partially shower. As the leggings got wetter and wetter I got more and more aroused. It finally got to the point where I couldn’t stop touching myself and I ended up climaxing right there in a matter of 30 seconds or less. I’m sure being in wet clothes is probably a whole different kink than wetting is but I absolutely love it and can’t do a proper wetting at home without doing that after. I’d love to hear from everyone else if they have discovered anything for themselves like I did!
  25. Welcome to this interactive story. I hope you are having a great day, cause it will be even better. I had this idea and I just couldn't think this would not work together. So here the thing. Esport Team Manager. Evolving players. Realistic context. RTS & boardgames, tons of minigames within the campaign. Overfilling bladders. Drinks managment. That's it. Let's get into it. Any resemblance to any real notions is more than likely coincidental. If you are experienced with Sweetlilkitten's meta-verses (AVAverse mostly), you have a great advantage on this story. -------- The screen switch from a loading screen to 2 commentators, and logos of AVA and ActualFlow, the hosts of the events. The HUD also shows the names of the two hoster on screen, Andro & Mikee, a usual popular and fun channel where these commentators are good company. "Welcome to the 25th edition of the International Multi-Gaming Championship (IMGC), hosted like always by your favorite gaming company, AVA, in partnership with our streaming platform ActualFlow, which this year decided something interesting, authorizing a team of AI to compete with our usual 4 teams of gamers, right Andrew?" "Yes Micheal! This year there is 6 rounds in this championship! Like last year, this year of 2015, we are going to watch facing our quivering competitors racing on the famous Cassiopée Automobile Complex, that is the famous final step of this championship, the P500 Grand Prix. The map of the Cassiopée shows on the screen, with shots of modern & futuristic racing cars. "But the first step of this season is going to be on Praesidium, where players will fight as great and mighty robots, being able to construct and destroy the terrain itself, in this action-paced FPS, RTS & Moba mix." Gameplays shots appears, Blue & Red Croniks robots transformings into sci-fi vehicles, shouting, swordfighting and boxing, while building soldiers and armies to defeat the enemy team. "The second event of the championship is the newly done Evolution Arena, where players will create and evolve their creatures until the rise and falls of nations, in this raging evolving place in constant balancing." Creatures armies and vehicles capturing cities, colonizing other planets and beyond fights, with a grand scorebar getting up each milestones. "The third event of this season is a one-week 24/7 survival in Ecobiogical, where players will fight for the claim of the body." Gameplays of microrobots RTS fighting withing blood and organs, threated by sicknesses, figures on the screen. "The fourth event of this season is Homereign, this crazy base-defence game where players survive against waves of creatures." Gameplays of Dry Mighties' other gamemode "Dry World" appears, players defeating endless waves of creatures to death in its freshly made alternative mode Homereign, upgrading weapons and turrets or such, while launching threats to other team's bases. "The fifth event of this season is ScrapBattles, this crazy game where players evolve their vehicles in a post-apocalyptic context." A gameplay of a Moba/RTS game where players customize their vehicles (Motorbikes, helicopters and planes included), simulating fuel, weapons, and matierials managment. "And finally, the mighty, the famous event, the grand 3 hours sprint, the most seen Simracing event of all the world, the P500 Grand Prix." Gameplays of car designing and other choosing such games appears, afterwards comes some on-track testings, and a final race with all cars. -------- The day have come. You wake up, and after a morning routine, you rush for your phone. The meeting is in about half an hour. You fastly get prepared for it, and get in your reunion room. Five people gets in, and you know what you're doing here, they are your new players. After a great time discussing, you assess their overall spectrum, and you can already plan what to do with these streamers/players. Alexei Atraloski (Huskii) - #HKI Nationality: Ukraine Personality: Good Paladin, Caretaker Omorashi score: BLA 15 - HLD 18 - THR 8 Actual traits: STR 13 - DEX 13 - CON 16 - INT 11 - WIS 9 - CHA 11 Extra Specificities: Active Can wake up and be at his full potential early in the day and such. Agile Have advantage on Agility duels. Compliant Can't be angry from a bad move or such. Good Spirit Gives a +1 bonus to rolls and checks for nearby teammates (ingame ones and physically ones, not stackable with itself). Vincent Ricco (Vinci) - #VCI Nationality: Italy Personality: Arrogant, Self-Focused Omorashi score: BLA 8 - HLD 12 - THR 19 Actual traits: STR 8 - DEX 12 - CON 13 - INT 11 - WIS 7 - CHA 11 Extra Specificities: Bold Vinci is quite courageous, marking points in the daring field. Cocky Can be a little unconcentrated sometimes. Leader Aspiring Gives +1 bonus to rolls and checks when it is from given an order (e.g. defending, charging, and such). Rose Richgend (Pink Cat Doll) - #PCD Nationality: United Kingdom Personality: Shy, Caring Omorashi score: BLA 11 - HLD 7 - THR 15 Actual traits: STR 7 - DEX 18 - CON 10 - INT 13 - WIS 10 - CHA 15 Extra Specificities: Cute A +1 bonus for commercial operations on socials or such. Reluctant Doesn't like being ordered roughly, or being around mean people, or when in bad mindset (Moral is important). Offering Isn't bothered to be self-offering, even as it may make her lose. Popular Having beat some one the strongest masculine figures in videogames, Rose have advantage on charism rolls, when working on public brand of the team. Special ability: Feminine figure Victory makes the team earns x2 (twice) the XP and popularity when winning against a majority of men team. Bonus expands to x3 when eliminating/winning on an enemy team where there is no women at all. Also active against AI teams, replacing male players by the male AI engineers and promotors. Harold Thomason (Dragonhead) - #DGH Nationality: Norway Personality: Feminine, Caretaker, Bold Fighter Omorashi score: BLA 10 - HLD 16 - THR 12 Actual traits: STR 16 - DEX 15 - CON 14 - INT 9 - WIS 9 - CHA 16 Extra Specificities: Special ability: LGBT+ Icon Harold being an Icon for many LGBT people, he gives +1 bonus on charism rolls, when working on public brand. Popular Being a main face of the nowadays gaming areas, Dragonhead have advantage on Charism rolls. Wacky Dragonhead is a little bit silly, and may not always be super serious. Agile Dragonhead have advantage on Agility duels. Resistant Dragonhead gets tired less faster. He is muscular and have +1 on strength rolls, and he have advantage on Strategy duels if his enemy is tired. Charlène Weber (Qu33nBzz or QueenBees) - #QBZ Nationality: France Personality: Strong Personality, Tough Convictions Omorashi score: BLA 13 - HLD 13 - THR 10 Actual traits: STR 10 - DEX 7 - CON 13 - INT 19 - WIS 15 - CHA 13 Extra Specificities: Dyspraxia (DCD) Queenbzz have disadvantage on all Agility duels. Smart Queenbzz have advantage on all Strategy duels. Special ability: Dyspraxia Overbuff mode Dyspraxia is mostly annoying. But a specific event can occur, when the right properties are compliant for it. After enough concentration and under certain conditions, Queenbzz enters a special state that could be named "Dyspraxia Overbuff mode": In that special statement, Queenbzz have double-advantage (3 rolls) on all her dexterity, strength, and intelligence rolls, including saves. She have advantage in Agility duels and Strategy duels (stackable with any other active bonuses, e.g. double-advantage on Strategy duels) when facing a specific enemy player, and give a +3 bonus to checks and saves to her nearby teammates by her presence in this state. It generally happens in the most crucial part of a game, and lasts from 5 to 20 minutes. It is achievable only once a day (after a full rest). -------- Gameplay previews: Everything that happens in this campaign is quite freeform. When an event of the season, depends on which, the streamers/players might have time to train, giving you an idea of which players are good to. Duels A simple abstract concept I'll use during this story is the idea of duels. When in a FPS games 2 enemy players fight and try to down their rival, it's a duel. An agility duel is when the current situation requires both players DEX rolls to make them succeed or fail this said duel. Situations are usually clear that, for example a battle on a circuit, the roll represent how the player performed this time, with its bonuses and such, making one or another overcome the other, and gaining positions. A Strategy duel is more current in a RTS game, when both players have a similar group of units and fight. Usually winning a lot of them brings either the team closer to the victory, or directly makes the team wins score points. Out of games actions Each day is a turn. Each turns can be spend training, publicize the team on socials, or anything that seems logic in our championship context. (E.G. also seeking for a team's information, bad sides, finding them scandals, all of what could happen in our world, and bythen, downing or doing bad stuff to the enemy team's social scores and popularity, therefore impacting their money income from sponsors and moral.) Each event-weeks in the championship will brings score to the mightiest teams when winning (actual victory), even if sometimes a team might come with more strategy or damage done score. (E.G. in a RTS having done huge damage to all others brings lots of score, even if another team eventually stand lasts after you.) Omorashi duels Like common duels, Omorashi duels are where two rival players does a roll to attack the other. The difference here is that winning here doesn't advance for ingame victory, but downs the physical humans' needs. They aren't activated when simple attacks or such, but after winning a duel, the defeated player will roll Thirst, and may have to drink a sip or two to overcome that stress, drinking a bit of water after that defeat, making them closer and closer to the point of having to get up, and go to the restrooms. This is when it's crucial, cause the game doesn't stop: it's a huge disadvantage to have an important player having to get a pause. How does it works: Bladder is how much need the player can hold, in total amount. Hold is for strength of their muscles. Thirst is for aftermath of failed duel. Gamers in difficulty rolls a "I need to drink" check just like normal other stats, and if they fail, they drink. The next thing happens is that a level of drink are in them. Having a bladder of 8 will mean being able to drink 8 time, afterwards they will start wiggling and potty dancing, until either you let them go to the restroom or not, leaving them to eventually have an accident. This would have an impact publicly and for their moral (not too tough, but slightly bad), but it can save some precious inactivity minutes from a important player of your team. Depends on the time a in-event turn is, but players that bladders are full might have to do a Hold check each rounds, making them risking to leak, and make an accident. Sleep/restness levels will also be a thing, but less important than bladder, most events happens everyday of a specific week, and lasts like, 3 to 5 hours. Each players could go once or twice to the restrooms, you'll surely see rival teams badly manage that, as I won't go full difficulty, and some random accidents could be nice! -------- The first event is in 1 week, 7 days, Currently we are Monday 6 April 2015. You could do multiple things for some days, then switch to other activities, all of that. Don't be shy to discuss with other members strategy, and give +1 reaction to their post to vote for that strategy, for example. Right now your headquarters is in Nantes, France, Europe. Your team's nation is France. You have multiple sectors, that you can upgrade and invest in, making your team more and more powerful. You will be able to recruit new players, community managers, editors for ActualClips videos, that can make different kind of advertisement or make money from views with Best-of/funny compilations, all of that. Note that throughout their adventure, streamers/players or like, public faces, however we can name them, are going to grow in fans, therefore bringing more budget to your team. They'll growth accordingly to how much and how good you let them play. Be nice with them! When you sign in players in your team, you act like a network on their videos, you can spend money on their production level, to make them growth as an ActualClipper, e.g. making Vinci do a robot fighting video, with multiple guests or such, or making Rose do a musical commercial operation for the promotion of a umpteenth recent game, all of that is possible. Like again, this interactive story is mostly freeform, meaning there is not precise responds. Everything you all could propose would certainly add a bonus for the events in the season, e.g. a fun karting race with some celebs, bringing both cash in for the team from lots of views, and skills for the championship's last step. All games are possible to play to train your player online -altho progression is low cause your professional team against common silly players is not a huge match- or make them join a mini-tournament in a local city, or such. You can also hangout or have a lunch with one of your player, that may upgrade/boost their moral/happiness. After some time I'll tell y'all about contracts and deal, but lets keep in easy mode for now. Bring your creativity! Splashborn (I'll take this team name if no one have a better one! Find a better one!) Directory (a professional word to say inventory) Economy Treasury: 235 443 KB (Yes I invented a money, KittenBucks.) Raw Streamers income: 9 470 KB Vinci +5 385 (15%), Dragonhead +3 795 (15%), Pink Cat Doll +276 (5%), Huskii +13 (5%), QueenBzz +1 (1%) Sponsors & other incomes: AVA's IMGC Inscription boost (90 days lasts): 1 000 KB Vinci's dedicated merches: 1 500 KB Spendings: 6 Employees: 8 400 KB 1 Home Local: -750 KB (total, counting electricity & such bills) Net balance: 2820 KB Employees Editors: 2 (usefull for ActualClips montage realisation) Directors: 2 (usefull for ActualFlow steams realisation) Comm Manager: 1 (usefull for fans growing) Press officer: 1 (usefull for sponsors) Players/Streamers: You can have up to 4 active players in your team in an event. These are the players you concentrate your trainings, press' attention, and such. Vinci (Active) 3.59M ActualClips, 133k ActualFlow Dragonhead (Active) 2.53M ActualClips, 235k ActualFlow Pink Cat Doll (Active) 553k ActualClips, 15k ActualFlow Huskii (Active) 27k ActualClips, 937 ActualFlow QueenBzz (Substitute) 11.7k ActualClips, 349 ActualFlow Other Teams Info Neuropile - Multiple AI entities from China Monarchi - Rich gamers from United Kingdom United Dys - Disabled gamers team from Germany Acquuel - Common gaming team from Greece Diplomatic actions are possible, as well as friendly-encounter match or challenge & confronting in duel. Different relations will bring different powers and costs. Being friendly with a nice team might get you a chance to exchange players, training in friendly matches, sharing fan communities together, all of these. If you well read, you can do up to 7 actions. Discuss or tell stuff, nothing is a lost of mind, trust me. Like I said. Bring your creativity. I might work on ways to make visuals for other minigames.
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