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"I would like to preface this by saying, that this is an idea that has been lingering around my mind for years, and while i am not very active in the community to begin with, I have never found anything quite like it, so i thought i would share" - Author There was a noise coming from the hallway, a door creaking as it opened. Yui stood in the doorway, and closed it shut behind her, breathing a quick "Hi." to her Father who was sat on the Livingroom Sofa, before hurrying to her room. Quickly she threw off her jacket and Backpack, as well as her Shoes. There was a reason she was in such a hurry. During School, Yui didnt have a single chance to catch a Bathroom break, and her bladder had surely filled up over the last 5 Hours. As she had set all her stuff down in her Bedroom, she mentally prepared for the feeling of relief that she was finally going to get in just a minute. She exited her room again, and headed back towards the Hallway, for her Father to ask "Where are you headed?" "Bathroom" Yui answered, and bolted for its door, only to realise that it didnt Open. "We gotta have a chat with you." Her Father called out to her from inside the livingroom, leaving her confused. "Sure, but can I just pee first?" Her Mother just exited the Kitchen into the Livingroom as well. "Sit down and listen to us." Yui's Father said, now in a much more Stern and serious tone of voice. Her Mother sat down, and Yui headed back to the Livingroom as well, taking a seat between the two. "We have, once again, found the Washroom in complete chaos after you took a shower and did your Makeup in there just prior to that. We have talked to you numerous times about this!" Her Father now almost was yelling, but quickly reverted to a more calm, although a little sinister tone. "So we have decided that from now on, the Bathroom is locked for you, unless we both specifically grant you permission to use it, and unlock the door for you." "So what if I have to pee??" Yui asked almost instantly, this still being the only thing on her mind. Her Parents couldnt possibly just not let her use the Bathroom, right? "Well, tough luck. You should have thought of that before you decided to disrespect our House Rules yet again. Unless we allow you to, you wont be pissing anywhere, thats for sure." He said in a Firm Voice. "You need to learn some discipline" Added her mother, in a similar tone. "You just have to hold it in if you have to pee this badly." Yui was shocked at the words coming out of her Parents mouths. "This is a joke right?" She asked the both of them. "You will see wheter it was a joke in time." Her Father finally said, and with that, both her Parents got up, and left the room. And Yui, she walked back to her own room and sat down on her Bed, only for her Bladder to remind her how much she had to pee. She felt super uncomfortable, but she still didnt believe her Parents could have possibly meant this as seriously as it sounded. "Theyre probably not gonna keep this up for very long, then they will realise they have to let me pee." And with this thought, Yui spent her afternoon in a way, to try and distract herself from the desperation.
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Disclaimer! This is a work of fiction that will involve somewhat unrealistic sizes. For those of you who are willing to stick past that, this is also probably going to be prone to a super-wonky or otherwise limited update schedule, and I may not ever truly finish this story before moving on to the next, as I'm writing it by the seat of my pants. There isn't a terribly large amount of omorashi in this opening yet, either, and may be a little dark on the themes to start with, but I intend to move into far more omorashi content than what's already here. My thanks to all the fiction writers on this site, as without the numerous stories that have inspired me to make this, I'd have never gone so far as to even do this much. "I'm afraid you really don't have any other options. Your debts are considerable, and we are not open to negotiation." "B-but it's not my debt! You can't possibly do this, it can't be legal!" "Unfortunately, you are the sole heir to that failure of a company, and since it was left to you, so are the unpaid loans. If you would like to take us to court, we'll gladly provide you funds for defense, which will undoubtedly lead to further repayments. You're already looking at several lifetimes of debt, you should be thankful we're willing to give you an option at all." "Is it really that much of a choice? To be put in one of those... shows?" "You are exceedingly lucky to have so many sellable features, otherwise you would not even have this meager freedom." She looked over the papers, skipping past numerous legal documents detailing the severity of her inherited debt. A few medical sheets with increasingly odd figures. The important ones, though, involved the waivers for those "shows"..." "Each of these shows, the details... This can't even be PHYSICALLY possible, let alone legally! Who would ever agree to... to this?" It didn't matter which of the sheets she held up. "You will. Or, one will be chosen for you. You are fully capable of fulfilling everything laid out in those documents, and you are lucky that we aren't forcing you through them in sequence. Continue to make this hard for us, and we might yet." She continued to read through them, desperately seeking for something... vanilla. At least, not as extreme as the first one she'd read. Each one was so needlessly detailed about what it would bring, the sheer absurdity of each show laid out in plain, dry legal text... "Fine. I can't possibly read through any of these and make a choice like that. You decide. You practically own me now, anyway." "Correct. Perhaps if you keep such a dutiful mentality, you will be debt-free within two seasons. Let's see... No, not this one... Anal's a little too much even with your lower body... Ah, perfect." "P-perfect?" "You'll be repaying your debts by appearing in our live omorashi shows. If you haven't read through it, you may wish t-" "No. I'm... aware, of what that is. Knowing the depraved levels people like you are willing to take it, well... I'd rather not know." "You're only delaying the inevitable. Sign here. By signing, you agree to eight shows, a full season, and a contract renewal at the end of the season..." The rich lawyer droned on. Liability. Nondisclosure. The more he spoke, the less she understood. Her eyes tried to stick to the signature lines, but every inch of the paper was covered in statements that brought a shiver to her spine. Only once did she protest. "Upwards of FOUR LITERS? You can't inflict that on someone! It just isn't possible!" "If you had read the full extent of this document, you would know of the entrance procedures, which will further enhance your already considerable natural talent. Four is an understatement for what you're truly capable of. Secondarily, I would much rather you keep interruptions to an absolute minimum, or I will personally instruct our handlers to test the limits of the phrase "upwards of". She got the message. Maybe the "beads" show would have been better, at least that one said "no more than one hundred"... With each signature, she made their ownership more final. Resisting their demands would have only meant far more trouble later on... They were a very, very influential mega-company, so powerful that even the government couldn't touch them. The rumors were common- seedy underground shows of utterly decadent "fetish shows" where the affluent and wealthy could satisfy the darkest of their desires... Shows that seemingly pushed the extreme limits of physical capability, making things straight out of fantasies undoubtably, un-challengably real. Sometimes, blurry recordings made their way up to dark corners of the internet, appearing for a day or two before mysteriously dissapearing. She'd seen one such movie- everyone had, though no one admitted to it- and the idea that such a thing was real... The majority of her was some mix of disgusted and frightened, embarrassed. Some tiny part of her subconscious may have buzzed with excitement, but most likely, it was just adrenaline coursing through her as she realized the gravid reality of her situation. "And that's the last one. If you were a worthy business partner, I'd tell you to enjoy working alongside our firm. However, that doesn't really apply here... If you want the honest, off the record truth, I can't wait to see your first show. It's not often we get someone so... potentially talented." She shivered. "Potentially talented" was not a combination of words she wanted to hear. - "Processing" took three days. The company's people swooped in, changed everything, and left, as quickly and as cleanly as possible. She was once Isabel, daughter of a young, divorced upshot trying to sell his various patents, and now she was simply gone. Isabel ceased to exist outside of her own, and her ruling company's, eyes. These last days marked the end of her freedom, as at the end of her three-day grace period, a number of staff wearing labcoats soon took her away. The vehicle they chose was possibly at one point an ambulance, although the logo upon it now was one she didn't recognize- possibly a subsidiary of the huge firm she now belonged to. Doctor types swarmed around her, instructing her to do various things- including swallowing a number of pills, and taking a few shots. No part of the process was pleasant, but even though they obviously wanted to work quickly, they at least did a careful job. At the end of it all, she was presented with a small candy, as well as a large bottle of water. Before she could question it, one of the doctors automatically went into an explanation, as if they'd done this hundreds of times. "Eat, drink, now. All that stuff we gave you is for a very specific purpose and- looking through your file- it should be working incredibly well. We have to have our tests done by the time we arrive. It would be best if you cooperate with us, and contain yourself for the trip. Understand?" Isabel sighed, but nodded. She already knew that whatever was in the candy, or the water, would definitely cause a reaction... In truth, she could already feel the tell-tale twinge of need between her legs, but it was mild- even moreso than usual, now. She'd always been blessed with not just a spacious bladder, but an ironclad one, something she'd found out in her youth as she dodged numerous potential accidents her friends couldn't avoid. Her reminiscing was broken by a sharp reminder to drink, and so, she did. The vehicle began to move after she'd taken about half of the water in, suddenly realizing that it had a particularly bitter aftertaste. She didn't need to ask about it- at best, it was just caffeine, but she had no doubt it was a far stronger substance. She dutifully sucked down the rest of the water bottle before popping the small, sweet candy into her mouth to kill the bitterness of the diuretic water. Aside from the general sense of unease, however, the ride was entirely uneventful. She had no window to look out of from the back of the almost ambulance-like vehicle, and inquiry was met with a short "Because of secrecy". No doubt, these places had to be secret... It couldn't have been very long at all, especially since her need hadn't grown all that much, before another water was handed to her. "Drink." Isabel considered asking for a candy, but after taking a sip, she realized that this bottle was pure, clean water. She sipped... and waited. And sipped, and waited. After drinking the entire first bottle in a hurry, she wasn't too keen on drowning herself with another, and the bottles weren't exactly small, either. Sip, pause, silence. Sip, pause... silence. She finished her bottle just as boredom got the better of her. "What are you testing me for, anyway?" The doctor let out a pained huff, but was obviously more bored than perturbed. "Capacity. You were already pretty spacious, but with certain enhancements produced by the things we gave you earlier, you'll be able to... fulfil those contracts. Don't ask me how it works, I won't tell you, and you wouldn't understand anyway." "Sheesh..." The ride continued in this pattern. Bottle, silence, drink, small talk, silence. Repeat. By her third normal bottle- her fourth in total- she finally noticed her bladder starting to get more demanding with it's urges. "Normally I'd have flooded this van already..." she mused quietly. "Yes, you would have. That first drink is to dull certain senses and allow you to hold to your new limit more comfortably. The new cell growth needs a good test before we can let you do the show." "I... see." she lied, only half understanding what they meant. She'd expected to be utterly dying for a leak by the time they reached their destination, and by all rights, she should have- with all the water, her bladder had begun to bulge out far enough to shock Isabel. She hadn't even noticed it begin to show, but now it was at such a size that she'd have been frantically crossing her legs and bouncing around in a meager, useless attempt at control- and yet here, she was able to sit with her legs together, able to endure with the occasional cross. Another bottle, and barely any effect... A gruff voice sounded from the front of the van. "We're here." "We're here", the doctor repeated, "and, so you know, you're holding roughly three and a half liters of pee. You don't feel it yet because of the drugged first bottle, but that'll wear off fairly soon. Your total capacity is somewhere nearing four, maybe four and a half liters, but just because you've got one of the biggest bladders around doesn't mean you won't get desperate. I guarantee you that the drug will wear off before you're given your room, so if you particularly like your clothes, I'd remove them now." Isabel glared at him, shocked and taken aback by such a bold statement. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like you're gonna be keeping that pride past the front gate." - The building was impressive, modern-looking, and large, although she didn't look at any one thing too hard. A receptionist greeted the doctors, dismissed them, and started on a whirlwind-like tour of the small section of the building Isabel was allowed to see. "The dormitories are self-contained, and you are not to leave them without express permission and escort. Your room is 1108..." She kept going on and on, pointing out various aspects of the living quarters. As long as you didn't look too hard, it wasn't that jail-like, although she definitely wouldn't be leaving of her own accord at any time. There was an outdoor section, with trees and flower beds, even benches and a water fountain. A small auxillary building for laundry, and... "M-miss, where are the, uh, bathrooms? I think... it's starting to wear off..." Slowly, although far too quickly to be from natural filling, Isabel's bladder had started alerting her about just how absurdly full it had become. She crossed her legs as one hand grasped tightly between them, bunching up her skirt. "There is a single shared bathroom that you may use between rooms 1107 and 1108. If you have to go so badly, I would advise you at least avoid the walkways." Isabel shook her head, but she couldn't deny just how rapidly her urge was increasing. Like a wave of desperation, except so much stronger- more like a tsunami, all the water she'd had previously filling her up at a torrential pace. "M-ma'am, in that case, m-my room... key..." "You'll never make it. I would advise hurrying, unless you want to have laundry to do on the very first day." "P-p-please... M-my key..." "If you want to piss all over the sidewalk through your panties, I won't stop you. However, I'm not giving you your key until you finish your tour." "T-then, let's..." Isabel danced about, crossing and double-crossing her legs. She tried doubling over, but her enormous bulge wouldn't let her do so for very long without threatening to empty all over. "This is all part of the tour. Except for the part where I hand you the key, go have my fourth coffee, use that caffeine to power through your paperwork, and try not to piss myself at my desk. You think you're having a rough time? I'm not holding as much, but it'll be hours before I get to pee. At least I don't have to compete. You'd better get used to that need, and fast..." Isabel hardly heard the secretary as she droned on about wetting. Isabel couldn't think straight about anything- her bladder demanded the controls, fighting to take over her brain and rip open her iron sphincter to let out the massive load of piss swirling and rolling in her ballooning bladder. She held and held, tightening and twisting up more and more like a pretzel with each mention of peeing, until finally, she could take no more. Dashing off of the paved path a short distance, Isabel bent down to crudely yank her panties down- she'd already clearly leaked through them, given how she was trembling and spurting from this action alone. Isabel's first high-pressure slugs of hot piss struck against tree and plant alike, before a steady, forceful stream finally cut loose from her bare flower and into the ground below. The secretary looked away, one of her feet bouncing slightly, as Isabel took a full three minutes to completely empty herself. "Here's your room key and keycard", the intern started, twisting about slightly. She continued under her breath, "God, I hate this part... Always makes me have to go... And I've still got hours on my shift..." Isabel took her time removing her soaked panties, left in nothing but a skirt, before gingerly taking the set of keys with her driest hand. "Try not to think about how that skirt's a size too small when you're doing my paperwork, all right?" she teased, seeing it as a fair way to get back at the company for making her piss herself for the first time in recent memory. With a loud, angry huff, the secretary left, walking tensely back through doors that Isabel herself had no clearance to go through. "Guess I'd better get up to my room, then, and dry off right..."
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I didn’t know where to put this so I put it here. The dream starts on a typical suburban street. This street is a mildly altered version of my childhood home, and me, along with 7 others, are preparing for a game involving a ball being bounced across the street, caught, and bounced again. After a mild confusion, I make it to the side of the street I’m supposed to be on, and begin the game. The other team seems fully focused on our strongest players so me and the old woman have time to chat. She points out her grandson on the other team, who is wearing an unrealistically massive diaper. I don’t mean “so big he’d have to walk like a crab” big, I mean “literally just a chair taped to his butt” big. Yeah, I said it was a weird dream. As me and her are talking, she starts talking about how he never remembers to use the bathroom when he needs to, and, given the fact that he had a big, white, absorbent chair taped around him, we can assume he had a large bladder, a strong bladder, and a tendency to say “eh, I can hold it,” when he was literally at the point where moving would make him burst. At this point, I notice what I believe to be a shadow at the bottom of the unrealistically massive diaper. The old woman notices too, and attempts to draw attention away from her grandson. The shadow becomes progressively more yellow, I soon realize it is pee, and the dream ends when the diaper chair begins to leak. I mean, dreams don’t have to make sense, do they? Might adapt into a poorly written fiction at some point.