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  1. gottliebeln

    Outlast/Whistleblower?

    Has anyone played the games Outlast, Outlast Whistleblower, or Outlast II? I feel like, especially for fans of male omo like myself, they have a lot of potential. I can just imagine Miles Upshur (one of the player characters) getting desperate in the middle of his investigation and realizing too late that there’s no where to go as he constantly has to run/hide from danger. Fear wetting could be a HUGE potential for any of the games too, especially if the characters were already desperate and then come face-to-face with the variant thy had been running from! This is just an idea, but if anyone else likes the sound of it or is interested in talking more, please please comment or even message me, I love these games so much.
  2. Like the title says, I'm wondering if anyone's found any scenes in games. It seems unfortunately rare to me, and most of the scenes don't really show anything (Which is understandable, really). To try and kick it off, I'll supply a few things I've found. In Fallout 3, while exploring an old metro tunnel, you open a door at the same time as this scientist guy, who chides you for scaring him. One of the possible replies is something like "Scared you?! I just crapped my pants!". Naturally, nothing's shown, but I can dream. In Wasteland 2, if you run from a fight, the game gives you a number of colorful messages calling you a wuss. One of them reads: "You managed to escape. Probably because they were too busy laughing at the piss running down your legs." In World of Warcraft, there's a few mentions. One of the first Death Knight quests has you killing peasants, who sometimes remark that they soiled themselves. A Horde quest in Silverpine Forest has you resuscitate a bunch of unconscious orcs, who sometimes say that they think they wet themselves. Bonus: while not actually a wetting, a quest in Azsuna has you rescue a female goblin who's been stuck in a cage for a couple of days. When you let her out, she says "Thanks! Now if you'll excuse me, I have go to go, if you know what I mean." In Mass Effect 3, there's a scene in the Citadel DLC if you have Tali and Liara with you. While riding a slow elevator, Liara asks if everyone's ready, and Tali says she has to go to the bathroom, then says "And... there. Now I'm ready,". I'm pretty sure her suit has a built-in bathroom, but I like to imagine otherwise. In Telltale Game's The Walking Dead Season 1, there's a scene early on where Clementine has to pee during a tense situation, and wanders off to find a bathroom. A zombie in the bathroom attacks her before she can use the toilet, and her needing to pee is not brought up again. While it's not explicitly seen/stated, it seems pretty clear that Clementine probably wet herself. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?
  3. DerivativeWings

    Videogames thread

    A thread for discussing video games. What games have you played recently, did you like them or not? Getting recommendations for certain genres, stuff like that. Since I made the thread, I'll do my best to kick it off. I've played two games that stand out to me so far this year: Celeste - I'm not generally a fan of the 2D, Super Meat Boy style platformers, but this one won me over with it's great spritework, tight level design and a story that I thought was very relatable and made me want to finish it. Slay the Spire - This game is just a perfect mishmash of genres. I love the Dominion card game, I like Rougelikes as long as they get loot right, so this was a perfect fit for me. I've had a ton of fun with this one.
  4. Hi everybody! Its me Kozmo! Its been a long time since I wrote the first part of lotto 5, because life has stuff in it I need to be doing. But today, I put aside a couple of hours and went for it. Some background info for newer users who don't know what a KozmoLotto is, the basic jist of it is that every now and again, I hold a thread that's basically a lottery. I roll a d100, and anyone who wants to participate rolls a d100 provides me with an omorashi scenario, with their caveats and the like. Whoever rolls closest to the number I have rolled when I deem the thread to be done, is the winner. I then put myself through their scenario, and write about it here in the experiences forum. These have been quite popular, not to toot my own horn, given that Lotto 4 is the current highest rated post in the sites history. So if you like the thought, and you like this post, participate in the next one because the more the better ❤️ I'll link all my previous experiences at the bottom for newcomers. Physical description time! I'm what one may call a "skinny-smol goth-looking chick." I'm not incredibly short but definitely not tall either. My weight is always in the like, 100 pound range give or take depending on the month I suppose. I might as well be flat as a board, but my butt looks good according to some, so that's an uplifting thought. I have quite a few tattoos, on my back, leg, arms, and chest. Not going to detail what they are in case someone recognizes me, obviously. My hair is currently teal (I practically change this seasonally) and after attempting to beat an outfit style request from the proprietor of this particular experience, I settled on a black and white horizontally striped t-shirt that I often allow to show off my midriff, a pair of denim short shorts, a black bra that was none too fancy, mainly for the aesthetic for under the shirt and the like, a pair of black panties that were slightly fancier and clung to me nice and tightlike, transparent in some areas but not over the important bits, which were covered in a design, a bit skimpy and frilly, and kneesocks. The kneesocks are just kind of mandatory, you know? Its pretty chilly today, which probably contributed to the trembling that would soon occur. Also, I have the standard piercings you'd expect from someone with this description. As for the experience itself, which was requested by @Imouto Bouquet, the following was requested: "Been a long while since I last inputted into one of these. Anyway, here's my idea: If you own any kind of game in which there's a very high chance of a 'Game Over', this will be perfect. (Looking at you, Dark Souls/Bloodborne). This will go really well if you've built up some need before starting it. Step 1: Start up a new game and build a character type you're not very familiar with (e.g: A Warrior Build if you're used to Magic Casters, and vice versa. You get the idea.) Step 2: Every time you save the game, take a drink from a pint glass. Step 3: Every time you Game Over/Have to reload, down a drink from the pint glass. Every time you Game Over to a boss, push on your bladder for 10-30 seconds based on how low you got the boss's HP (Longer time for the lower percentages of HP, as that's more of an infuriating defeat.) Step 4: If you ever get desperate while playing, you cannot stop to help alleviate your need until you reach a natural stopping point/checkpoint (Bonfires in Dark Souls, if I'm not mistaken). If you do have to surrender to this lifeline, you must take a drink from the Pint Glass when you feel yourself regain more control." Given my love for the souls series, I went with Bloodborne. Dark Souls would be too easy, as I've invested like half my life in that game, but I haven't nearly as much experience in Bloodborne. I decided to go with a bloodtinge build. The build choice ended up literally not mattering. I had this sick strategy for optimized levelling, equipment, the whole shebang. But to the surprise of NOBODY, I'm awful at video games when I'm absolutely bursting at the seams. I should note that another rule was added: Given imouto is in the site discord, I pinged them for any last second additions, which came in the form of if I died to a trash mob, instead of drinking, I had to completely relax for 5-15 seconds depending on the frequency of the deaths. This included falling off of things and dying. Given I ended up so jittery and barely able to hold the controller, this rule got some mileage. 5 seconds for mob or gravity death, 15 seconds if the next death of this type was within 15 minutes of the last. Spoiler alert: almost all of them were. I booted the PS4, layered a trash bag and a towel onto my chair for the future, and got to work. I should also note that the initial request noted I should start out already needing to pee, so I drank some over 500ml of water more than an hour before I started, also without having the classic "morning pee" as they call it. This, which I should have predicted, woke my kidneys up, thus ensuring that everything I'd drink from then on would go straight through me, and BOY did it ever. It started simply enough. You basically have a half-required death near the beginning of the game, given you need to go to the hunters dream to get a weapon, which is the hub you can't access until you either reach a lamp, or die. So I let the first enemy of the game kill me on the spot. I had to pee, but it wasn't dire yet, so the 5 seconds of relaxation wasn't bad, and more than worth. So I thought anyway. Got my equipment, and tried to basically speedrun my way through Yharnam. Naturally, due to being jittery and impatient due to my bladder, I fucked up and died. That 15 seconds of relaxation was very uncomfortable and had me shaking. I let out a frustrated whine and continued on. This would happen one more time, inching me closer towards the edge of desperate need before I actually reached the first boss. The first boss should be easy. Should be. When you're frustrated, needy, and shaky, not so much. To spare the details of the combat, I ended up dying three times (to the fucking Cleric Beast. As a Souls fan that brings me more shame than any wetting ever will.) And as the rules stated, I had to drink a pintglass for every single one of those deaths. Lacking one in my immediate vicinity, but a jar that has measurements on it, a google told me a good pint is a little more than 500 ml. So I went with 500ml. And chugged a litre and a half. This is where things got REALLY REALLY BAD for me, because across those three deaths, running back, drinking 500 ml each time, on top of everything I already had in my system and my kidneys already operating at a speedy capacity, by the third death I was in an absolutely desperate fever. I couldn't stop trembling and whining, swearing out loud every time something didn't go right. Not only did it feel like I was about to piss my shorts, I was also frustrated beyond belief, as I couldn't focus on the game and my bladder fully at the same time. Now you might have noticed, I left something out in that above paragraph. There was something very specific I forgot in the rule for bosses, I was too desperate to think straight and just chugged and rushed again hoping to get things done as speedily as possible. So I forgot to push on my bladder. In all three fights, nonetheless. When I remembered I nervously brought it up to Imouto. They said to make up for it, I'd have to, over the next 5 minutes, relax for a total of 45 seconds. So I could do it 5 seconds at a time, 10 secondsish per minute, as long as the total had been done by the end of the 5 minutes. And this all had to happen while I was still focusing on the gameplay. Things got pretty dire for me really fast, and pretty damp on top of it, no matter how much I whined and vibrated in utter debilitating need. The first couple of relaxations brought the first leaks. And by leaks I mean very steady, slow, streams. Completely relaxing for me is way worse than any kind of pressing on the bladder. Makes sense doesn't it? When you're holding a full bladder and then stop holding, you pee. I was doing them in 10 second increments, as suggested, and by second number 5 I always started trickling into my underwear, and if I so much as shifted my legs, it would increase a bit more. I could feel myself growing warm down there, and eventually had a very big wet spot reaching under my ass. Every bit that slipped out of me made me need to pee more. It was utterly agonizing, and I almost bit a hole through my lip from feeling how helpless such a minor thing like relaxing my bladder could make me. There was nothing I could do but leak, and leak, and leak... ...And then I died. Because keep in mind, while all this was happening, my fingernails were still digging into my controller, and I continued to play the game. I was not doing well, in real life or playing the game. So upon accidentally flinging myself off a ledge because I was far too desperate to actually LOOK where I was going, I had to immediately relax another 5 seconds, thus once more feeling the crotch of my shorts go warm with the agonizing pulses of everything wanting to be released. I respawned and continued. This completely screwed me up. How so you ask? That death and 5 second period of agony, made me forget about the rest of the agony. You know, what was about probably 20 remaining seconds of bladder relaxation that I had to do before the end of the 5 minute period. Naturally, as is almost poetic, I didn't remember this until there was about 20 seconds left in that 5 minute period. I don't want to overuse the word agony like I've been doing, but its just the single most appropriate word. This pain for an omo enthusiast is the 7th circle of hell, but at the same time the final step on the stairway to heaven. I dropped my controller on my desk and almost doubled over. My long fingernails dug into my thighs as I could feel my bladder waking up, like "hey, I heard I'm about to get more relief so let me explode okay?" By 5 seconds I could feel it dribbling. By 10 seconds my legs were contorting, if not my whole body, as small hiss after small hiss started breaching the fabric of my panties and hitting the denim barrier on the other side. I started to let out these small cries, not quite whines, more like when a child gets a cut and they're trying not to cry, these frantic "aaaahh" noises. My nails continued digging, and my legs continued rubbing together at the knees. I was shaking like an absolute leaf, my bladder relaxed but the rest of my body, knowing a grown woman shouldn't be having an accident, entered lock down around the area, leaving this burning intense pain in my lower abdomen while my pee fought its way out. By 15 seconds, it was like a submarine with a hull breach, the first mate sending signals to my brain that it can't hold on any longer. The steady pulse of urine soaking my crotch, pooling under me. The towel was now definitely taking damage, and I could feel my eyes go wide, a few tears pricking, begging it, whining at it, to just hold on, to not COMPLETELY explode. 20 seconds hit. I almost couldn't stop. Both hands were required, and it was another few seconds before I could stem the flow. If it were any other challenge, this probably could have counted as a loss, given my shorts and thighs were soaked. Imouto specified to me though, that the challenge was only over when I completely burst. My bladder had relief, but it was very tired, so it didn't really feel like I had gotten myself breathing room. If anything, it only made me need to pee more. Feeling my bottom half coated in sopping denim and streaks of pee really didn't help at all. And so, my quest continued. To what end, I do not know. My starting strategy had long since fallen apart, my build choice no longer mattered as I was going to get nowhere with it anyway. I wasn't going to make it much farther, I was already a leaky faucet, and if you've read my experiences you know that when I get leaky, its not going to be another hour before my bladder gives out on me entirely and I completely piss my pants. You know it, and I knew it. My goal had to become a lot more realistic, this speedrun wasn't happening, but I needed a goal to latch on to. When you're holding, you need to know what your endgame is in order to steel your resolve. For some, its making it to a bathroom, for others, its hold out until this meeting is over, etc. I needed an anchor to steel my bladder. I thought ahead and quickly found it. I steadied my resolve and I said it outloud to myself. "I'm not going to burst until I kill Father Gascoigne." I held onto that tether as I made my way through. I did my best to keep focus, the trash mobs were literally nothing to me. The big thing that was getting me so far was inattention; forgetting where ambush mobs were placed and getting fucked up by them, or falling off of things. The path to Gascoigne isn't really rife with that sort of thing, at least until I went down to kill the giant pig and fell down a hole. Given this was technically within 15 minutes of the last blunder, I went through the motions of the previous paragraph on this subject again, with even more pee gradually gushing out of me this time. I felt sorry for the puddle. I looked down at my legs, and it was very obvious on my thighs. You know how there's a difference between damp denim, and outright glistening denim? My thighs were glistening. I could see the very wet streak reaching from my crotch up the short seam. I gripped my controller and continued on. Upon making it to Gascoigne I was more confident than I should have been. Gascoigne is the first major boss of the game, and he is essentially the difficulty spike. He's geared to get you prepared for the game ahead, where you'll fight highly aggressive monsters, and even moreso he preps you for fighting other hunters, whether it be NPC, or other players invading you for PvP. When you beat him, that's when you're ready. As someone who always loved the PvP of Bloodborne, Gascoigne might be my favorite boss to fight. I aggressively duked it out with him, kited him around some tombstones and-- Then he killed me. I was mortified. Did I really come this far just to lose to him, and then lose control? I scowled in pure frustration and despair, shaking like a leaf. I was so desperate to pee I could barely hold the controller, my body was a sweaty mess of vibrating movement. I stuffed my hand between my legs, gripping for dear life, feeling the cold liquid shoot down my throat as I chugged the required 500ml. I had consumed so much water, over 2L at this point. I didn't know if the small bulge in my abdomen was my stomach or bladder bloated with water. Likely both. You'll recall that the boss death rule requires pushing on my bladder afterward. You'll also recall, if you've read my stories before, that I don't like just pushing on my bladder. For whatever reason, it doesn't actually do a whole lot to me. It increases discomfort, yes. It definitely makes me need to pee more. But I've never so much as spurted from pushing on my bladder with my hands, I don't think. But when its in a challenge its obviously meant to be way worse than it effects me, so I usually do what I did here. I stood up, went to the corner of my desk, moaning as I felt gravity sink my bladder lower, and leaned into it for a good 20 seconds as punishment for losing to Gascoigne. I fully expected this to be the end. The pressure on my bladder was immense, and I could have sprayed like a firehose all over my floor, right then and there. But, given this wasn't a matter of me relaxing my bladder like most challenge related events up to this point, I was able to clench my muscles for dear life. I leaked into my now drenched underwear at the 10th second, leading me to hunch over my desk even more. I was huffing and puffing and moaning and actually drooling onto my desk, knock kneed and just trying my absolute hardest not to wet my shorts more than I already had. A really big spurt forced its way out around the 15th, shooting down my thigh and pattering onto the floor. Hearing it really didn't do me any justice, it just caused me to make even more loud and incomprehensible noises. Second 20 rolls around and I get off the desk as fast as possible, not before immediately leaking onto the floor again. I grabbed my crotch to save myself as best as I could and gingerly sat back down onto my towel. Once more I fought my way to the boss area in what was becoming a routine run. The leaks had bought me a bit of relief, not a whole lot, but a bit more focus. I got back to Gascoigne and initiated Operation Kill-This-Fuck. I made sure to be more of an aggressor this time, utilizing stunlocks and the music box to force him into a corner and continue wailing on him. There was a couple close calls but I had plenty of heals on me. When he morphed into his monster form I made use of the classic 2nd phase strategy, where you cover him in oil and throw molotovs at him, taking big chunks of his health. Before long, the good Father was finished, and I went back to the Hunters Dream to level up, which had me chugging another 500 ml, as were the rules. This triggered some sort of response in my brain. I think it was due to me having this exact victory as a goal, because I immediately started heavily leaking, so quickly I barely had time to respond. I dropped my controller on the floor and stuffed my hands between my legs, leaning forward as I felt a gush of urine push its way into my shorts and seep into the now squishy towel underneath me. It was easily the biggest leak yet, the PSSSSHHHH might as well have echoed in the room. I had to wipe my hands off on my legs so I could pick the controller back up. This was the beginning of the end for me. I was almost constantly dribbling on and off, and I had beaten the goal I had set. My kidneys were constantly processing liquid, making sure my bladder kept topping off, but it was so tired. I didn't really have an option to hold back too much anymore. My bladder was exhausted, my brain was exhausted, my ass planted in my chair was soaked, I was beyond saving. I blindly trucked forward and walked into the next area, only to get killed by a mob I forgot was there. Twice in a row. 5 seconds of relaxation for the first, during which I surprisingly didn't leak, but the next death to the same mob (I fucked up a parry and he murdered me) bought me 15 seconds. Yet again, Psssshhh. I could only moan under my breath, sweating and drooling with need as I felt my crotch grow warm, and the towel warmer. I was done for. My next fuckup would be my last. Upon deciding I should just sprint past enemies, all the while beginning to dribble as my body began to finally give out, I frantically combed through the area, too desperate to think and even remember what I was supposed to be doing, only to not notice the monsterous dog chasing me, the dog whom ended my final life as I stopped to take in my bearings. Another 15 seconds of bladder relaxation? I knew I couldn't do it. I knew I couldn't do it and my bladder didn't even wait for me to try. I began to wet myself, feeling urine pool in my underwear, through it, into my shorts, and spread warmth all around me. There was nothing I could do. It didn't stop me from trying. I clenched as hard as I could, stood up, and threw my controller onto my bed. I hobbled next to my chair, a hand buried in my crotch, feeling my pee push through my shorts into my fingers. I kept muttering to myself, "I can't stop, I can't stop" as I tore the towel off my chair and threw it at the floor underneath me, in some sorry attempt to control the damage. I braced myself, one hand on my desk, one buried in my crotch. I shut my eyes and grunted with the effort of trying to stop. Psssh. No dice. I still couldn't stop it. I removed the hand at my desk and had it join the other one in trying to hold back the flood. I gasped in absolutely frantic disbelief, terror, and hopelessness, breathing heavily and verbally begging, saying to my empty room that I couldn't hold it, please stop. Please. The cries of helplessness continued.. Psssshhhh. I felt it begin to stream down my legs. I was doing my best to not completely pee myself, but there's only so much a single person can do, especially when its mind against body. The dread grew inside me, knowing that despite my hands being planted firmly, kneading even, into my crotch, I was still wetting myself, slowly but surely. I could feel the warm drops begin to patter on my kneesocks, warming my calves and signalling that the backs of my legs were no longer safe either. I made one last ditch attempt. I was sweating, knock kneed and trembling beyond all belief, nearly drooling with the combination of pure frantic desperation and ecstasy. I removed my hands, bent forward, arching my back a little, and planted my hands on the arm of the chair, leaning onto it for all the stability I could garner. My eyes were wide, my mouth agape and panting as I glanced down at myself, my entire being about to collapse underneath me. This was it. I tried to hold. I tried to hold it in so hard, every fibre in my being went into not completely peeing my shorts... But... I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold it anymore. My bladder completely gave out and I started peeing full force into my shorts, if not outright through them. The hiss was loud, but the liquid spilling onto the floor and towel was far louder, spattering and pooling every which way. The relief was so incredible it was almost orgasmic, if I hadn't been holding myself up using the chair I would have collapsed straight to my knees. Blazing trails of streaming urine rushed down my legs, rivers on their way to the ocean underneath me. I don't even need to describe how my clothes could literally no longer contain any of it, my entire lower half was oversaturated beyond capacity almost instantly. I struggled, cried, panted and moaned, quite loudly mind you given it was an incredibly intense moment for me on all fronts, but I was finished. I had lost. Maybe a minute later I had tapered off, being empty enough now that my body turned off the bladder autopilot and allowed me to have control once more. I notified the proper challenge authorities of the development, and squelched my way to the bathroom and stripped off, peeing whatever 10 or 5 percent I had left into the toilet. I sat in there for a bit just collecting myself from the exhaustion and chatting on my phone. Eventually I pulled myself back into my room, wiped up and tossed laundry accordingly, and plopped myself down at my computer. I probably didn't even put clothes back on for like another hour, I was far too exhausted. I had several more close calls, through the day and night, given that after we mathed everything out I had consumed 3 litres total. I am not a big girl. My kidneys were still on overdrive and I had so much water still in my system. I got desperate again every hour, and I peed again every hour, until that evening. (Don't worry I ate salty food, I know how water intoxication works and I avoid it very reliably) As I sat in my chair, feeling the fatigue eat me alive, I could only think about how this was DEFINITELY one for the books. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Thank you for reading, and I love you all ❤️ If you're interested in my past work, the work that went into making this experience happen, and a vague announcement for the very near future, continue reading below ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Firstly, a MASSIVE thank you to @Biku for making the art included in this experience. This entire ordeal, I was typing in the discord which he was present for, and we came to an agreement almost immediately after the ordeal happened. I can not exaggerate how good this picture is. I gave him all the details of the experience, showed him some reference pictures so he'd know the exact attire and who he was drawing, and he absolutely blew my mind. This is the single most accurate piece of art I've ever had done of me, and its quality is absolutely OUTSTANDING. If you wanted to see what a Kozmo experience looks like, in some way that's other than words, this is the absolute closest to the real thing you can POSSIBLY get. Every single little detail of the picture is 1000% accurate, from me to the clothes to the wetting itself. My mind is boggled, and this is my favorite omo picture of all time as a result. If you haven't checked out Biku's art already, get on that shit. Like right now, GO. You might be thinking that this agreement seems 1 sided. That's where the announcement I mentioned comes in. To avoid spoilers I'll just say this: Biku gave me some art for my experience, and in trade, I'm giving him some experience for his art. He'll have another project coming soon, and you're not going to want to miss it, because I personally am going to help said project be an accurate depiction of the scenario he wants to create right down to the wire, in the way Kozmo always does, if you catch my drift. So stay tuned for that, you're DEFINITELY not going to want to miss it. Again, if you haven't checked out his art, you definitely should, and continue to do so. If you're new around here, or just haven't cared until now and want to read the rest of my experiences I've put myself through, I shall link them below. Thanks for sticking around to read more ❤️ Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University Peed my pants while tech supporting a friend! And the lottos!
  5. ....which game would it be and why? Though there's lots of games I've enjoyed over the years, I would probably have to be the main character from the Pokémon games, more than likely during the Gold/Silver/Crystal games. The idea of having such creatures in your everyday life does sound awesome. I mean, I could have a firebreathing dog!
  6. So this is an idea I've sort of toyed around with for a while, but after some encouragement from friends, I have decided to open myself up to taking commissions. Why am I doing this? Well, it sounds like fun, for one. Getting paid to do something I enjoy is also great, although I'm not exactly hurting for cash at the moment. Mostly though, it's to see how I handle writing while being beholden to another person. Part of the reason it takes me so long to write a story is because I am not under any sort of pressure to get it out in a timely manner. As I learned in my college days, I work best when someone else is counting on me to get it done, and what better way to ensure that then to have them actually paying me to make it? I am well aware that this could crash and burn horribly, but I would rather say that I tried and failed to do something ambitious than to not bother at all. Without further ado, here's the criteria for requesting a commission from me. Note that this can be subject to change at any time. Pricing: For pre-existing characters: $5 for every 1,000 words, $2 for an extra 500 words. For original characters: $8 for every 1,000 words, $3 for an extra 500 words. I will need you to provide good details of your OC before and during the writing since I will not be to able to research these characters through normal means. No more than 5,000 words per commission, and only one commission per person at a time. I ask for the full price upfront. If I have to cancel the commission for whatever reason, I will refund your money. What I will not write about: Scat Diapers/Ageplay Adult Male omorashi/peeing Overly violent, non-consensual, or cruel scenarios (i.e. someone being tortured/abused until they wet themselves, mind control, stories intended to bash a character or make them look bad) Anything that would be obviously out-of-character (i.e. The shy girl suddenly brazenly peeing in front of others, E-rated characters dropping f-bombs, etc.) While I won’t shy away from writing sexual themes, I would still prefer for the omo/peeing to be the focus of the story. Smut that just happens to have a little peeing is not really what I’m interested in. What I specialize in and am okay with writing: Stories about women, both loli and adult Stories about young boys, no older than early teens Fighting scenes Furry/anthro characters Stories with comedy and lighthearted tones Cute, if not necessarily romantic, pairings Story Examples: Putting the P in PC Gaming (Huniepop) Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders (Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice) Turning the Blue Ocean Yellow (Fire Emblem: Heroes) Mipha’s Disgrace (Zelda: Breath of the Wild) What’s a Bathroom, Again? (Xenoblade Chronicles 2) Franchises I am most familiar with: Almost anything Nintendo-related, including but not limited to: The Legend of Zelda Fire Emblem (Note: Does not include the GBA titles) Xenoblade Chronicles Splatoon ARMS Pokemon (Both human and Pokemon omo is fine) Star Fox A few non-Nintendo games, including but not limited to: Huniepop Nier: Automata Persona 5 (Note: Still in the middle of playing this) Final Fantasy 9 Monster Hunter A Hat in Time Ace Attorney Anime franchises: My Hero Academia Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid Aggretsuko (Note: not up to date on this) Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Disclaimers: Please note that requesting a story from one of the listed franchises does not guarantee I will be able to write about it. I am a slow writer and I work a part-time job. Depending on how long the story is, it may take over a month for me to finish it. I will post updates and stay in contact when I can, but I hope you can be patient with me otherwise. And there you have it. Feel free to post your commissions either in here or through private messages. Now to watch this thread sink straight into the void without a single request...
  7. I adore this game, and love hearing and being a part of discussions surrounding it. Judging by some of the art that's been floating around here recently I'd say quite a few omoorg goers have had a good time with it as well, so i just wanted to open up a forum to talk about the game if you wish. THERE IS ONLY ONE RULE: Please use the spoiler system
  8. IJN_Haguro

    Desperate Video Gaming

    Out of all of the different things that one can do while desperate, I have to say that playing video games is definitely among my favorites, right alongside going to class. When playing a multiplayer game, I never want to drop out of the action even when I'm about to lose it, because I don't want to let my team down and I don't want to get booted for inactivity. Singleplayer games are different, but usually cause me to completely lose track of time - and of the steady filling of my bladder - until it's just about too late for me to get to the bathroom. My favorite game to play while desperate has to be the Halo 3 campaign, on Legendary, with several skulls enabled - Mythic and Iron being the most important. That way, I can't afford to have a lapse in concentration for even a moment, because if I wind up dead from the mythically-boosted enemies, I have to restart the entire level. It ends up being a perfect way to take my mind off of my bladder until I'm at about a 9/10 - at which point sitting there and writhing around, clutching desperately at my privates and whimpering, all the while savoring the amazing physical sensation of being right on the edge becomes more fun than the game itself. If anyone else likes to play video games while desperate, I'd love to hear about it!
  9. Dronz

    Space Station 13

    I was wandering if anyone here has/does play Space Station 13. It's a good game, with player-ran servers ranging from Low-RP places like Hippie, /tg/, and Goon, medium RP places like Colonial Marines, /vg/ and a few others.. Then High-RP like Baystation, Aurora, etc..
  10. Ah Fallout, one of my favorite Action RPGs. While I've only played the main series, I gotta ask my fellow omo lovers, which lovely ladies or handsome men would you like to see desperate to pee or poop, or even having gone past the breaking point? For me, I could see Cass having an accident due to being passed out from drinking or drunkenly pissing and or crapping her pants while tipsy. Or maybe Boone doing so, not out of a sexual reason, but from what I know, some IRL snipers do that cause, well, their jobs tend to have them be more or less stationary for long hours at a time. How about you guys?
  11. Salutations! I know it's been a LOOOONG time, but with my brand new keyboard I've gotten an itch to start writing again! I can only hope I get some positive reviews (but seriously honest opinions ONLY). Anyway, this is a story about two characters from the Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies video game for Nintendo 3DS: Juniper Woods and Athena Cykes. For those of you who haven't yet downloaded the game (which you reaaally should), I'll fill you in on some background info about these characters and the world around them. Athena Cykes is a very upbeat girl who wears her heart on her shoulder. Er, well, her chest. She wears an electronic device called Widget around her neck that displays her current mood and sometimes blurts out her inner thoughts. Athena has the innate ability to hear discord in people's voices if they are lying or unsure about something. She is also able to determine someone's mood based on their voice. She is young and fresh out of law school with a yellow business casual look and reddish-brown hair in an...interesting fashion. It almost looks like a poorly made bow. Juniper Woods is a shy girl with long black hair. As her name suggests, she is very in tune with nature and always wears a sunflower, which she breathes into when in distress. She likes to wear plain clothes, with a large hat that makes her look like a southern belle. Woods has a very cute demeanor about her, but she isn't very confident and is easily embarrassed. Her best friend from growing up, Athena often helped her gain a little courage when she needed it. Athena has acquitted her for murder twice. She often seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think that should be sufficient enough. I plan on actually making this pretty lengthly so I hope I didn't bore you too much with the details. So, without further ado... July 17, 10:41 PM Bleaker Street - Alley It's dark. A sole streetlamp lights up a pathetic amount of Bleaker Street. A dog barks in the distance. Leaves blow silently in the wind, twisting a contorted path across the slick black road. A tall, cloaked figure appears. It is hooded, shrouded in darkness. The figure seems to glide along the ground, a foreboding air following in his wake. A woman walks up to him, her face hidden by the darkness. "Is this the place?" She looked down the dark alleyway perpendicular to where the two met. The figure simply nodded, extending a hand as if to allow her passage. The woman stepped into the mouth of the alleyway, the walls damp with grime. The figure followed close behind, drawing a small dagger. The woman, her back to the danger, spoke again. "Are you sure that-" She was interrupted by a sharp pain in her spine. The woman shrieked, then collapsed on the ground. The cloaked figure calmly placed the dagger in the woman's hand, exited the alleyway, and slipped away into the darkness from whence it had appeared. July 18, 7:57 AM Wright Anything Agency Athena jiggled her key in the lock, but it was no use. "Oh come ON!" she grunted, trying again. It was raining heavily out. Athena, who always left her umbrella at the agency, was drenched. This, however, was the least of her problems. "The day my toilet breaks, of all days..." Athena crossed her legs as she tried the door again, before sighing and giving up (on the door). The frantic lawyer dug through her bag and pulled out her cell phone to call the head of the agency, renowned attorney Phoenix Wright. Also, he was her boss. As she scrolled through her contacts, the short time it took to reach the Ps reminding her how pathetically friendless her life was, she remembered that Phoenix was on a business trip with his other apprentice, Apollo. Her boss's adopted daughter, Trucy, was also out. She was doing a magic gig across town, as aspiring magicians tend to do. Realizing she was out of options and time, Athena uncrossed her legs and relaxed. As she felt her bladder begin to empty, out of nowhere came, "Thena! Hey, Thena!" This startled her greatly. Though the rain made it impossible to tell what she was doing, Athena still felt extreme anxiety as her face caught fire. The voice came from her friend Juniper, who was now running towards her, blissfully unaware of the embarrassing situation the poor girl had found herself in. As Athena's mind spun with the worst possible outcomes, Juniper came up to her, holding a parasol. "Good morning, Thena." Juniper frowned as she saw Widget displaying anguish. "Is everything okay? You look...distressed." Athena's face burned with embarrassment. "I-I'm fine! Just locked out that's all..." Athena looked at the ground and shifted nervously as warmth continued to pour down her legs and splash on the ground along with the heavy rain. "Oh really? What a shame...fortunately, Apollo made me a spare key during that last trial a few months ago..." Juniper closed her eyes dreamily as she thought of him. Even saying his name made her heart flutter... Athena took a deep breath as the last of her pee flowed undetected down her shapely legs. She was in the clear. Then she saw her friend in a love-induced trance. "Junie?" Juniper gasped, suddenly brought back into reality. "What?? Oh, right. Sorry..." It was her turn to be embarrassed as she unlocked the door to the agency. The two friends smiled at each other and stepped inside. Not a moment after Athena set her bag down did someone come bursting through the front door. The girls jumped in surprise, poor Junie nearly wetting herself. It was a large man who said, in a gruff voice, "Mr. Wright? Mr. WRIIIGHT?" He then froze, the girls staring at him like deer caught in headlights. "Hm? Who the heck are you guys?" Athena stomped her foot, Widget now displaying fiery anger. "That's our line! Now what business do you have busting down our door?!" The man looked down sullenly. "S-sorry, pal...I was just lookin' for Mr. Wright..." "Well you made that quite clear thank-you-very-much!" "Thena, calm down..." Juniper grabbed Athena's arm. The enraged girl took a breath, and became calm. "Thanks, Junie. So, tell us your name, 'pal'." she said, still somewhat cross. The man scratched his head. "Name's Dick Gumshoe. I'm a detective. I'm the guy who used to, and now does, have Bobby Fulbright's job. And who might you be?" said Gumshoe, straightening his green jacket. He had the physique of a linebacker, ten years after retirement. He had square shoulders and a square jaw. His face bore a single bandage, which only served to accent his gruff yet skittish personality. "I'm Athena and this is Juniper. I'm in charge of the agency while the boss is out on official lawyer business." Juniper waved shyly, her mind wandering to how long it had been since her last visit to the ladies' room. One hour...two hours...five...oh dear. The usually still girl began shifting anxiously, resisting the urge to hold herself. Despite having grown and lived in the forest for many years, she still kept a very ladylike demeanor. Athena and Gumshoe didn't seem to notice Juniper's slight but frantic movements. Gumshoe cleared his throat loudly. "Anyway, I jus' wanted to tell Mr. Wright that there's a case he might be interested in taking..." "Yeah?" said Athena, still mildly irritated. "And why's that?" Juniper piped up, something she was not accustomed to doing. "Athena, where's your..." "Hold that thought, Junie. I wanna know what this guy's deal is." Juniper nodded, and lightly bounced in place as Gumshoe explained himself. "Well, ya see...he's been requested by the defendant, Mr. Sai." Athena wracked her brain. Sai...Sai...why was that name familiar. She gasped as it came to her, spinning wildly to face Juniper. She was crying, pulling on her hair. Athena and Gumshoe could see rivulets of what could only be one thing running past her ankle and pooling onto the floor. In a flurry of despair and embarrassment, Junie ran into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving a trail of droplets behind her as the horrific memories that name gave her pierced her heart and mind. Athena didn't need her ability to know just how much pain her friend was in...
  12. Hey so I had this whole thing written out but the website deleted it all, oh well. Anyways this is about the game Life is Strange, where a girl (Max) has the power to rewind time. This is told in a past tense narration, and switches to her then-present tense mind sometimes. My adventure was really amazing, but there are some parts that you didn't hear. These were… less glamorous, to say the least. I cut it out, but I'll let you hear it. Okay heres what happened: Okay so I was at the end of the world party, and I needed to find Chloe and Nathan desperately, but the only thing I needed more desperately was the bathroom. It was probably the worst I had ever needed to go, well beside that time in Seattle, it's a long story, which I shouldn't bore you with, but I will. So it was a sunny day, I was wearing my typical get-up (t-shirt, hoodie, jeans), and I was at a concert. I went with my friend, who kinda ditched me for some dude. I don't even remember which band it was, I was just there for the friend. As you may know, concerts have notoriously long bathroom lines. I, of course didn't account for this. My friend was kind of a roadie, so we got into this pseudo-VIP lounge area, with an open, free bar. Now a little secret, I have a weakness for Shirley Temple (The drink, not the actor of course). Like screw guys. Two words. Shirley. Temple. So I must've drank a hundred of these (probably more like 4). I have what I like to consider a very tiny bladder. People say I actually have a big one, as I don't pee as often as them, but to me, it's really small. I still have to go once every few hours. Kinda sucks I don't have an iron bladder like Chloe. Anyways so after these many Shirley temples I'm on a sugar high, and then it hit me like a truck. It's like someone just turned my bladder nerves on and suddenly my hands shot to my crotch, and my legs crossed, knees bent, holding in my pee. So I honestly felt like I was going to pee right there, but I figured this VIP lounge had some sort of bathroom, right? So I look around, nothing. The music is blasting, and the lights are flashing, so I figure I may be missing it. I keep looking, as I keep getting desperate, and I begin to regret those heavenly red drinks, which are now slowly trickling into my bladder. Then I see a bathroom. The only problem, is that there is, of course, a very VERY long line. Just the thought of relief made my need that much worse, and I even leaked into my panties a little. I expected the VIP bathroom line to be nearly nonexistent, but to no avail. I know I won't be able to make it if I wait in that long line. So I keep looking. I'm getting more desperate by the second, occasionally leaking. I'm bouncing a bit and it's helping some. I then see a bright white light which appears to be a hallway. I go as fast as I can to see down the hallway. Then I see that beautiful, generic sign of a woman in the skirt, and most importantly, no line. I nearly broke into a sprint, until I realized I had to pee so bad I couldn't remove my hands from my crotch, or uncross my legs, or my jeans would've become a few shades darker blue. Either way I leaked a little bit and felt my panties dampen. So I slowly trudge my way through this fluorescently lit white hallway, with the stupid punk music in the background. I take one hand off my wet crotch and I already feel the effects of the lessened pressure. I felt like my pee was mere seconds from bursting out and wetting my jeans like some child. I hear some guy in the distance yelling, but I'm way too far gone to care. The man gets closer and I've just opened the door when he grabs me and shoves me. I leak even more, to where it's probably visible on my jeans. “This is a restricted area miss, you can't be back here!” You've got to be kidding me. It's a security guard. As much as David was a lifesaver (literally) I still hated him at his job. All security guards seem to hate me. “I. Uh. Just need to use the. Uh. bathroom” I kinda sounded like a complete idiot, but cut me some slack. I hoped my body language would help me in this case against the man. “Well you can go and wait in line with everyone else.” “I don't know if you're blind but I don't think I'll.. Oh! make it” I leaked into my panties. And my crotch feels soaked. I look to examine the damage, and my crotch is noticeably dark and glistening, but it could be worse, I could still hide it with a hoodie. “Okay miss, I'll allow it, just for the sanitation crew’s sanity.” Hah they both start with San-. Whatever. WAIT! I just got permission! “Thanks!” I mutter, and I rush into the bathroom. I shut the door, and see the toilet. Just looking at the toilet makes me leak into my panties even more. I begin to take off my jeans when I realize I have a belt on. “Max what kind of girl wears a belt?" I think to myself “Oh!” I moan. I leaked even more, there were now lines running down the inside of my jeans. And i could feel my pee slowly trickling out. I instinctively shot both hands to my crotch, which undid my progress on the belt. I realize that I can't stop myself from peeing, so I try my best to take off my belt and slide my pants and panties down. I sit on the toilet and moan in relief. It's over. It's finally over. I examined the damage, and it's bad. But thanks to the low lighting, I hoped nobody noticed. Sorry to get sidetracked. Back to the main story. So I'm at the dumb vortex club party at the pool area, and I urgently need to pee. So I look around, and it was almost like the concert all over again. Except I actually knew where the bathroom was, and I knew people here. I make a beeline for the restroom. Despite figuring I should probably focus on the task of Chloe and Nathan, my need was too much. I rush in and Justin sees me. “Hey Max how's it hangin” god he sounds like Bill Clinton higher. “Oh um. Yea I'm fine.” I should really go, but I guess I'll be polite. He rambles on about his drama, as I pretend to be interested while I pretend I'm not about to wet myself. “Anyways thanks for talkin’ Max, don't be a stranger” God I wish. I finally get in line, and it's longer than since I got in here. What the heck, there were like 6 girls in line, now there's 8. The first and second girls look like they are even worse than me, and are about to piss themselves. The first girl is yelling at whoever is in there. The second girl has her hands really close to her crotch, daring to possibly grab herself. The third girl is kinda chilling, and is occasionally rocking back and forth. The fourth and fifth girl look like they have to go very badly. The sixth and seventh girl don't seem to need to pee at all, and directly in front of me is Dana, who looks like she's at nearly the same level of desperation as me, if not worse. She's wearing her cheerleader outfit, and stepping back and forth, lifting her knees as she does, with her fists clenched. At this point my legs are crossed, and I have to bend squat a bit every once in awhile to alleviate the urge. There's 2 urinals, both empty, and some dude is passed out over another toilet, without a stall. The only useable toilet has a bra on top, and I can only imagine some chick passed out in there or somebodyis having sex. God this sucks. “Hey Dana” I say, figuring I need to keep my mind off my bladder. “Hi Max, this is quite the line huh? God I'm about pee myself” she says laughing, but underlying sounds mortified. We make a bit of small talking until the conversation dies out, we both need to focus on keeping the urine inside of our bladders. Five minutes later and the line hasn't moved an inch. I'm really starting to regret those couple waters I had at the barn. The first girl, looking like she will pee any second, finally says screw it rushes towards the toilet. She pushes the guy off the toilet pulls off her pants and goes to the bathroom, in view of everybody, including some guys. You can hear the pee splatter into the water and it just makes all our needs that much worse. I bend my knees and out my hands in my crotch, and I hear Dana moan a little and she continues her extreme bouncing and puts her hands in her crotch too. Apparently it was too much for the second girl. She finally did resort to holding herself, and the front of her skirt is soaked, and you can hear the pee hit the floor. She's wetting herself. “Poor thing” Dana quietly says to me. Unfortunately for the second girl, but fortunately for us, a couple comes out of the stall. I don't recognize them, but I can tell they definitely just did it. The third girl rushes in, and we assume she does her business. Man I bet Warren wishes he was here. He gave me a flash drive, which he forgot to take his porn off of. I took a peak, and found these "omorashi" videos. Guess that's some weird Japanese thing or something. Anyways, The fourth and fifth girl, who appear to be friends, suddenly got super desperate. Like I can't believe they weren't actively peeing themselves. They both unanimously decided that they would just piss in the urinal. The one pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt, while the other pulled down her jeans and panties, and they peed into the urinals. “God do they have no shame?” Dana asks me. I shrug, or as close as I can to a shrug in this situation. So now there's only 4 of us left, and the first two don't seem to need to pee at all. “Hey do you mind if we cut in front? My friend and I REALLY need to go.” Dana says to the girl in front of us, her voice full of pleading desperation. She looks like she's about to pee herself, but then again so am I. “Um… I was here first, sorry.” God that girl is a witch. Dana is crying, and her mascara is running. She's jumping up and down, her hands deep in her crotch, and I feel so bad for her. I can Though I need some time for self pity. My legs are crossed extremely tight. I have my hands really deep in my crotch, doing whatever I can to delay the inevitable I feel myself leaking a little. It probably isn’t quite visible.. Finally Dana cries out and she pees her panties. She slides down the wall, and I feel awful for her. But I have my own problem right now I'm leaking more every second.. The girl finally comes out of the stall and the next girl goes in. I feel absolutely helpless, and I still have a girl in front of me. I'm leaking far too much for my own good. God I am so desperate, I'm crying. The girl comes out and the other goes in. Come on Max, just a minute or two more. I try to resist the urge but it's too much.Finally it's too painful. My pee forces itself out. I stand there mortified, as pee soaks my panties, then my pants, and then the floor around me. I cry and wonder what I can do. I can't do anything with my pants soaking wet. I am then reminded that I can rewind time. Thank god for that. I rewind back to when I first entered the party. God my bladder is full again. And it feels even worse after having just had that amazing relief. I, again, make a beeline to the bathroom. Justin calls me but i tell him I don't have time, and I get in line. I'm seventh. I just barely ended up behind the sixth girl. Now I shouldn't pee myself, if everything goes the same. The first pees in the open toilet, the second wets herself. The third goes in after the couple comes out of the stall, the fourth and fifth go in the urinals, and I wait for the third girl to come out. I'm extremely desperate and already began to leak a little bit, but thankfully the third girl comes out. The sixth girl goes in, and I think I'm gonna make it. I hear Dana moan behind me, and I feel awful. I can't stand to see my friend like this, but I have bigger issues. I'm nearly flooding my jeans, and I finally hear the flush. Just that makes me leak, and finally the girl comes out and I dash in, and I pull down my panties and pee. The pleasure is nearly orgasmic, and I finish quickly in hope Dana has a better will this times I walk out and I see Dana, sitting on the floor crying, and you can see her panties, soaked. Behind the girl. God I can't do this to Dana. I reluctantly rewind again. Man it never gets better. The pressure on my bladder is immense. At this point I'm gonna try a different strategy. I find Dana outside of the bathroom, and ask her to go swimming. I take off my layers and we go in. The frigid water makes me spurt, and I just begin to go. I release the contents of my bladder. I close my eyes and it feels amazing. Then everyone gasps.and the water surrounding me turns purple. God what is this “Grown Ups”? The whole entire pool is disgusted, and I rewind. God my bladder is SO full. It feels like every rewind my bladder becomes slightly more full. I guess that must be my bladder muscles being tired. This time I race to find the two idiot girls who barely had to pee, and push them into the pool without them knowing it's me. They don't call me the Blackwell ninja for nothing. I'm waddling at this point. And I go to the bathroom. I reject Justin, and get in line behind Dana. The first and second girl already peed, and the fourth and fifth are currently pissing in the urinals. I assume the third is inside the stall. Dana looks absolutely desperate. She sees me and I feel like I may need to pee even worse than her, thanks to the fatigue of my bladder muscles. I already have leaked to where it is visible. I definitely do not think I can make it till after her. She then suddenly asks. “Hey I owe you one for lending me the flash drive and resolving that Victoria sitatuation. Thank god, I actually had to pee almost worse than now while I was locked in my dorm. Anyways do you-Oh!-wanna go in front?” I freeze time, and my insane urge to pee doesn't go away, but it doesn't grow. It honestly feels kinda nice. Anyways I contemplate the decision. I know Dana can't hold it for me to go, but I also know that I can't hold it either. But I can try. I'll let her go first. “You can go, I'll be fine.” Dana looks relieved. The girl comes out of the stall, and she rushes in. I struggle to keep the pee in. I already leaked to where my crotch is plenty shades darker than the rest of my jeans, but I pray Dana goes quickly.. I leak even more and then eventually my jeans go from a light blue to dark navy. I start crying. It feels so good, but I'm mortified, imagine if someone sees me like this. This is so unfair. I rewind a little bit, and tell Dana that I will go first, and thank her profusely. My urge to pee is so strong. I'm actively leaking, and I can't stop it. The girl comes out, and I rush into the bathroom, and barely get my panties down before I start to pee. I pee as quickly as I can, in hopes of possibly saving Dana. God it feels so good it's like pure ecstasy. I finish and rush out, but I see Dana, on the floor crying with a wet cheerleading outfit. I rewind a little by one last time. I can't do this to a friend. I tell Dana she can go, and I run out into the party, in pure despair and desperation. I've never had this sense of urgency. Thank god it is dark, as then they can't tell that I'm already leaking to where it is really visible. Moving actually helps me hold it in, and I'm hoping I can possibly make it outside and find a bush. As I'm running out I hear a familiar voice coming from ahead. It's Warren. My relationship with Warren was complicated. I liked him, but I wasn't sure if I liked him romantically. Anyways he sees me, and I'm running with my hands in my crotch obviously desperate to pee, and I see him just stare. Heck it wasn't even a stare he was basically ogling me. I then remember his whole "omorashi" thing and get an idea. He stops talking and I run towards him. He's standing on an uncrowded sidewalk, and I tell him that I'm about to pee myself and I need his help. He just stands there, and he tries to answer but his brain just seems fried. I, distracted by Warren, leak and pee myself. It feels so good, and I hug him and collapse into him. He comes to his senses and kisses me passionately. I then rewind and decide I wanna do this differently. I rewind just a little bit, from when I see Warren, I run to him. I feel the pee nearly coming out. I yell for him to go to the other side of the building where nobody is. I grab his hand and drag him behind the building and kiss him. Boy do I kiss him. I push him to the ground and straddle him, biting my lip. I'm grinding on top of him, trying hold my pee, but leaking a lot. He stops and says “You can go and pee y’know” and, I just wink. And then I pee on his crotch, through my panties, my jeans, his jeans, and his boxers. We kept making out and he put his hand in my crotch as I peed, and it escalated from there It was the most amazingly arousing thing I've ever done. I wanted to do it over and over again. The best part was... I could. thanks for reading! ~B
  13. Hello world, first of all I'm not really a writer. I am however massively hyped for overwatch, which is this really cool game with these amazing characters. Now overwatch needs more love on this site, and for awhile I was thinking of making some requests. But hey why not give it a shot, what do I have to lose? Please let me know what you think of my writing, I kinda want to keep this thread for future stories with the different characters. So requests of characters and styles; I'm all ears. I also might change my writing style so expect alot of variety. Anyway with that out of the way. ---------------------------------------- Tracer aka Lena Oxton Age 23 (26 in game but this is a prequel story) Height 5'4 2/24/2070 Dear New Diary, Hello! I am nervous, and excited, a little nervous, and excited! Okay, my last diary ran out of paper so you are gonna be my adventure novel. And boy what a time love, you wouldn't believe it! So where do I start, working at the royal air force I always felt like I was some kind of hero ya know. Well not a hero persay, but come on I used to pretend to be right. Growing up as a kid you would turn on the news and BAM, "overwatch saves (Blah blah blah) from the evil robotics". I never thought I could be one of them but every day I train my hardest to be some sort of hero. I dropped out of school when I saw the commercial. "Royal Air Force, saving the world in style", and what could I say that's a cheese filled custard of a slogan. But flying, flying sounded like something I would love to do. Kind of be like Mercy ya know, flying through the air and making real change. So I train at 17, and by 23 here I am with all the metals they could throw at me. Which isn't fun *whispers* they are heavy you know. So what happens tomorrow; well they choose me, yeah that me! Overwatch has this crazy new aircraft called the "slipstream" which is supposed to be like the fastest plane ever made. Some call it a teleporter and it's half right... who am I kidding I'm gonna fly faster then superman! While I wouldn't say I officially overwatch I am like in the same ballpark. It's literally a dream come true, and I'm super nervous diary. I've brushed my teeth 3 times, I've fixed my hair longer then a prom queen, I have become so prepared I'm unpreapred to come up with reasons I'm not prepared. HAHA! Oh Diary what's that? You wanna come too? Well I'll bring you along, I gotta draw pictures of the heroes oh my god! I could scream! ?/?/2071-2073 Well that didn't quite work out as expected. Where do I start, ah I know the place. So the slipstream might not have worked.... entirely well. But hey mistakes happen, we've all been there right. Well right now I'm in some room in the overwatch lab, I can see Winston studying me through the glass. I don't get how they got me here, from what I've seen in the footage (while I am stabled down and all) is that I might.... sorta.... kinda.... maybe be between 2 realities. Or stuck in the space time or something, I don't know for sure. Every second that passes feels so fast, I think like a minute is like a day or something. But I still see that adorable scientist ape friend of mine, everyone else seems to have given up on me but not that guy. That guys a real friend. He also seems to have found a way to get me some clothes on, I've been wearing my pajamas from home ever since I woke up here. So that's progress, I'm not too blue about things right! I do have a little, tiny problem though. I kinda, maybe, well..... I gotta pee really badly as I write this. There's a toilet in here sure but I don't know if he could see me, and even then I couldn't really go in this state anyway. But it's been building, my bladder has really been growing quite slowly. But I... I feel as though I could, maybe wee a little. I'm in a bad place do I use this toilet, or do I wait for the cure. You know what I'm gonna hold it, no matter how hard it gets I believe in Winston. He wouldn't let me down! 8/15/2073 Winston is a lifesaver! He gave me this iron man looking that that allowed me to ground my self in time. He looked right at me and said "You're Home Tracer".... tracer was my nickname at the Royal Air Force, but winston saying that put a tear in my eye. I gave the monkey a giant massive hug and he filled me in. Short version I was stuck in time, and I'm back; YAY! But more then that he wanted me, yes that me to join overwatch. OMG!!!!! I didn't think I was worthy, he told me my heart and my willingness to do what is right is why I should be on the team. I hugged him even tighter (although I'll admit I did kinda have to pee really really badly). But then there it was, he made a suit just for me. The suit controls that time do whats its and lets me zip faster then any plane could ever do. I was given these cool orange leggings with straps to keep them tight, 2 arm thingys for my pistols (oh yeah pistols!), and my old jacket from back in the day. I wish the story ended there but we kinda gotta talk about the elephant in the room. He wanted me to try it on, and I changed... there wasn't a toilet in the change room. The very first thing I did when I tried on the coolest suit in the world.... well you have to understand somethings love. First I had to go, bad. I had to go like when I was a second grader in class, I could feel my squirt in my panties every step I took out of the changing room. I kept trying to fight it, I even tried hiding it by oh so subtlety pushing against my bladder while we talked. But my first attempt warping I feel to the floor and peed full force. I could feel the warmth spreading everywhere, down into my panties and into my leggings. And having ruined this moment, of being let in the overwatch and all this stuff he did for me I felt so bad I just started crying. It was literally second grade all over again, and I'd never been so embarrassed. Winston smiled and handed me goggles. "let no one see you cry again Lena, you're overwatch, and that means you are a hero" After that elephant the day was awesome! We tried out the suit, I met more of the heroes. Some of them were a little.... ya a charming but I would warp through the room and hug each and every single one of them. I ended up hugging Pharah the hardest because OH MY GOD she's just so cool! We did some training exercises and I beat the time record for the main course. Overall, pretty cool day I would say. Dreams literally came true, speaking of dreams I'm off to bed. I've been told there might be some side effects coming back from the stream and all that but I shouldn't worry. 8/16/2073 Bedroom Camera Transcript Analysis Our hero is sleeping in her pink fuzzy pajamas and her blue tee-shirt. At 1 33Am we hear talking in her sleep. "Winston I'm sorry, I don't think I can..... sorry heroes I..... I'm about to...." Our hero begins to toss and turn the blankets off herself in her sleep and rub..... (what would you call that corporeal) her "special place". "No..... please don't laugh, don't laugh at me, I'm sorry I.... oh no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Our hero begins to wet herself on the bed, slowly at first medically filled up the bed. (off record it's amazing how much such a little girl can hold, look at all that. And she's sleeping right though it) Our hero wakes up once again with tears in her eyes, she puts on the goggle. The side effects of time travel appear to be nightmares and a small badder. She'll fit right in. Transcript filed
  14. haloslipping

    Anyone else love Dead Space?

    Probably my favorite video game series, hands down. I'm surprised that it doesn't get the attention that other game series receives. I'm absolutely dying to see them make a fourth one, but my expectations are quite low. EA and Visceral seem to me distracted with other, more successful games at the moment, which is sad. Anyway, what are your guys' thoughts? Favorite game in the series? What should a Dead Space 4 be like? I also think Dead Space would be the perfect setting for an omo story. I figured someone would've written one by now, but to my surprise I cannot seem to find one. Suggestion implied.
  15. As the title says im looking for people who play garrys mod counterstrike source even Left for dead 2 All steam games My Steam is Deatheater ((No longer Finzy to those that use to know my old name)