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  1. I've been playing a lot of The Sims 4, and I was wondering if there were any omorashi mods made for it. I know Wicked Whims is available to make the game more sexual, but I was wondering if there were any kink/omo specific mods. I would also appreciate a mod that won't give me computer 15 viruses. So if you know any mods that fit that description, then tell me about them.
  2. Sometimes, when playing through a video game, I add in my own desperation scene in a game that doesn't otherwise have it. For instance, I did this with the Mario & Luigi RPG series. Whenever I felt like it, I imagined that the characters had to pee. At that point, they had to find a good place to do so. They could only go out in nature because there are no toilets anywhere and it'd be a mess otherwise. They'd have to be in a room with no enemies to prevent getting ambushed, either by defeating all enemies in the room or by moving to a room without them. They also couldn't go when there was an other friendly person around so the friendly person wouldn't be troubled. And once a place was found, I'd have to move them in such a way that Luigi was able to release too without Mario in front of him. If they weren't in a space where they were able to go, they'd have to hold it and become more desperate until they found a place they could go at. So, I ended up going to previous areas sometimes where I knew a good spot was. There was no chance of wetting, as I'm not into that, but it was more something that was supposed to bother Mario and Luigi (and Bowser in one of the games). I later ended up doing something similar in Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks. Did anyone else do this? If so, in what game did you do this and what kind of situation did you make up?
  3. 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. That's about everything I've got. Anyone else found any fun stuff?
  4. Riri again by Bachri. Thanks to Bachri for the art

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  5. So, if y'all weren't aware, there is a new indie life-sim game in development called Paralives that looks pretty neat. It's still a long way from release, but we can always speculate. I imagine a fair number of you have played out omo fantasies in the Sims, so looks like there is another game on the horizon for some pants-pissing adventures.
  6. 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
  7. 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!
  8. 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?
  9. 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...
  10. 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.
  11. 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!
  12. ....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!
  13. 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.
  14. 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..
  15. (Image credit goes to the artist, Peach of aminoapps.com) Pamela's Plight It was another cold and gloomy day in the forsaken lands of Ikana Canyon. This was nothing new to Pamela, however, almost every day in Ikana was like this. Pamela, a young but mature girl, had moved here from Clock Town with her father, so that he could research the spirits, undead and other such supernatural things of Ikana Canyon. Pamela thought about this as she stood at the edge of the well, she thought about how she wished that they had never come to this horrible place. "What a desolate place. Why did Father have to bring us here?" Pamela said aloud. Ikana was mostly devoid of life, and the isolation would often bother Pamela, so she would sometimes speak to herself. Hearing a living voice was comforting, even if it was merely her own. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a particularly aggressive bout of wind. The dead trees and craggy rocks of Ikana Canyon created perpetual howling wind that was very foreboding. Pamela peered down into the well, it looked like a bottomless black abyss. As she stared down into the ebon nothingness, a gust of ice cold wind blew upwards from down in the well. Pamela shuddered as the gust made contact with her, there was something so sinister about it. Whenever she was outside in Ikana, Pamela always felt as if she was being watched, and after the gust of wind from the well, this feeling increased tenfold. Pamela's father had recently been researching the Gibdos specifically, and had discovered a colony of them residing at the bottom of the well. Gibdos are undead mummified corpses. A recent discovery brought to light a melody known as, Farewell to Gibdos which would drive any nearby Gibdos away once heard. Pamela's father had programed the music box, affixed to the roof of their house to play this melody in order to protect himself and his daughter. Unfortunately, he finally decided to enter the well so that he could more closely observe the Gibdo colony lurking down there, but he was effected by a curse at the bottom of the well which began to transform him into a Gibdo himself. Ever since this happened, Pamela had gone to the Well daily, trying to muster the courage to enter the well and search for a way to cure her father. And every day this ritual ended the same, with Pamela's courage failing and her running back towards the house in fear after staring down into the daunting black of the well. As she stood there listening to the wind, and contemplating the well, Pamela suddenly realized something: she could hear the wind, only the wind. Why couldn't she hear the music?! Remembering what had happened the last time that the music box stopped working, Pamela's stomach began to churn with fear. Quickly she turned around and began sprinting back for home. "No, no... please no!" Pamela thought to herself as she was nearing the house. "NO!" she exclaimed aloud as she reached the creek that was connected to the waterwheel which powered the music box. The creek had run dry! For the last several days, the water flow had been lessening. Pamela merely hoped that it was a fluke in the rain cycle or something, and that it would pick back up. But she was wrong... That's when she heard it, a hideous groan coming from the direction of her front door. Looking over, she saw her father standing outside near the front of the house. The curse already had him in a grotesque state, at least fifty percent of his body had now been mummified, and subsequently wrapped in bandages. What of his face was still exposed was a horrid picture of twisted pain and madness. "Father, what are you doing out here?!" "*Unintelligible moaning*" "Wait right there, I'm coming to you!" she called out. Pamela broke out at a light run towards her father. As she was running, something suddenly burst from the earth beneath her feet, and grabbed her by the ankle, causing her to fall forward onto her stomach. Looking down, Pamela saw the mummified hand of a Gibdo clutching her ankle. She let out a shrill scream of terror and began kicking at it's putrid, bandaged hand. Finally she was able to kick free and quickly jump to her feet. Looking back towards her father, she saw that several more Gibdos had risen from the ground and were closing in on her father's location. "Joooooin uuuusssssss..." one of the Gibdos hissed. "Y-y- yeaaargh ahh esss" he replied. "DADDY, NO!" Pamela shrieked as she saw her father take a shambling step towards the other Gibdos. Pamela sprinted towards them and got between her father and the Gibdos. "Stay back you monsters!" she cried as she struggled to usher her father back into the house. (Artist: unknown) Once inside, Pamela pulled her father by the hand, and lead him down into the basement. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, "F-father" *sniffle* "You can't run off on me like that." He merely returned her gaze with a look of confusion and fear, like a reprimanded puppy that didn't understand how it injured itself. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I have no choice..." Pamela said as she pushed him into the closet and locked the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, Pamela put her back to the closet door, and slid down until she was sitting on the floor, her heart was still racing from the encounter with the Gibdos. Suddenly, she hear a loud banging on the front door from upstairs. "Jooooin.....uuuuuuusssssss...." "Oh no, I forgot the door!" Pamela cried out. Pamela sprinted up the stairs towards the front door, she saw that the creatures on the other side were fiddling with the doorknob, and she could here them pounding on the wood. Thinking fast, she ran over and pulled the lever, extending the heavy lock into place. Gradually, the Gibdos subsided their attempts at the door. Pamela crept towards one of the windows and peeked out through the reinforced lattice panels. Outside, she could see the Gibdos shuffling around the house in an endless circle. Mindlessly they were chanting, "Ooone of uuuusssss..." over and over. Pamela pulled a spare bed mat down into the basement, and curled up into the fetal position on it. Burying her face into the mat, she began to cry from the fear and stress of the situation. Occasionally the Gibdos outside would halt their circling and chanting to come and beat upon the house for several minutes before resuming the chant circle. For several hours, Pamela laid there on the floor, paralyzed with fear. Every time the monsters would come to beat on the house, she would shut her eyes and cover her ears, terrified that this time would be the time that they broke in. After several hours of this, Pamela was only just begining to realize that she needed to pee. But she didn't dare go upstairs yet, she was fearful to make any noise. She stuck her hand between her legs and pressed her thighs together, hoping that the building pressure would just go away. As more time passed, with nothing to do but stare fearfully at the stairwell, Pamela's need to pee quickly grew much worse. Finally, the pressure was becoming too much to bear, and Pamela began to look around for a solution. "I could use that bucket over there?" She thought to herself. "No, no, I can't do that, Father would be furious at me if I peed in his bucket, he needs that to hold the grease for the music box gears..." The pressure was steadily getting much much worse, as Pamela was a small girl with a little bladder. "Maybe if I went on a pile of towels? Ew, no that would dirty them up, and we can no longer wash them in the creek. Eeek, what was that noise?! I'm fine, I'm fine!" She thought to herself again. "What if I were to just...go on the floor? No, I can't, only babies make messes on the floor, I'm a big girl now, no way I can do that!" Finally Pamela determined that she would find no solution in the house, and that there was no way she was going to be able to hold it. She HAD to make it to the outhouse somehow. The Gibdos outside seemed to have quieted down, so Pamela silently tiptoed up the stairs. She could feel her bladder ache with every step she took. She did her best to quietly undo the door latch, and slowly cracked the front door open to have a peek outside. Pamela didn't see any Gibdos at first. "Maybe my luck is finally turning around?" She thought to herself. Suddenly, a Gibdo shuffled into view, only about two meters from the front door. The Gibdo slowly turned its head, and let out a very loud, almost feminine scream as its gaze locked with Pamela's. She was frozen in place, literally paralyzed with fear, transfixed by the Gibdo's spellbinding gaze. It turned its lanky body and began to trudge towards the door... Pamela struggled to move, but couldn't, her knees buckled, and her legs felt like lead. She wanted to scream, but only choked on her own breath as she opened her mouth. It felt akin to the paralysis often experienced when attempting to forcefully wake from a bad dream. Pamela struggled with all her might to move, to scream, to look away... anything! She began to feel a warm sensation grown in her underwear, this stimulus, finally helped her to break her gaze away from the Gibdo. As she broke free from the spell of fear, she fell backwards onto the cold floor, also swinging the door inward. Hitting the floor, Pamela instantly tensed all of the muscles in her body, putting a temporary hold on whatever accident was going on under her dress. She looked up through the doorway and saw the Gibdo again, it was only a few feet away from entering the house. The nearness of danger sent a wave of nausea through her stomach, and a pang of fear through her chest. This pang caused another small spurt of warmth to spread through her panties as Pamela instinctively leapt to her feet, slammed the door, and pulled the latch into place. As soon as the door was secured, both of Pamela's hands shot down in-between her legs, attempting to hold back the floodgates. The noise had alerted all of the other Gidbos, and they had now joined in banging on the house. With both hands between her legs, Pamela fearfully scampered back downstairs into the basement. Despite the looming fear of what was upstairs, she took the time to inspect the damage to her dignity. She lifted her pink dress and looked at her green tights, there was a small wet patch, barely noticeable. Reaching underneath her tights however, she could feel that her panties were already fairly wet. At this point, Pamela was desperate enough, and disgraced enough that she was considering dropping her clothes and peeing here on the floor. Suddenly, she heard her father banging around in the closet, and calling out to her with muffled groans. "Uuuh, aahh, P-paaahhhmeeahl-l-leeaaahh uurrng" "N-no, f-father, not... right...now..." "*More unintelligible moaning*" "Father please! I-I can't do...this in front of you" she said as tears of desperation began to well up in her eyes. "Nonono noo, I c-can't.....h-hold it! Oh..ah, no, eeeh!" Pamela made helpless little noises as she lost control. She felt another wave of wet warmth flood into her panties, she could not hold it back. One wave quickly turned into two, into three and into a continuous dribble. She clutched her hands against her vagina. "No, I'm too old for this! Eeek!" She sobbed as she felt the pee soak through her little green tights and leak through her fingers. The continuous dribble had now become an unstoppable stream. Her urine was running down both her legs, leaving dark green streaks in her tights, and pooling on the stone floor beneath her. Pamela's shoes also began to fill with pee. Realizing it was hopeless, she buckled her knees together and stood there shaking as she continued to fully wet herself. After what felt like several minutes, Pamela finally finished wetting herself. She stood there for several minutes more, crying and unable to move. "D-daddy, I-I'm s-" *sniffle* "s-sor-ry! I h-had an accident on y-y-" *sob* "your floor!" "*Unintelligible groans*" "I'm s-so sorry, please don't be mad at me, I tried to be a big girl!" Pamela cried at her father. Her cries of shame and desperation had once again alerted the Gibdos outside, and had brought them pounding on the house again. Pamela let out another eek of terror, and dove for the security of her sleeping mat. The accident had made her feel even more like a helpless little girl. Crying, she curled up into a tiny ball and hid there, laying in her own pee soaked clothes, not knowing what else to do. Written by: High Meme-Overlord
  16. 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...
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  18. Today I'd like to share with you all a work a new story that I've been having commissioned. From Zuorsara whose kindly taken the time to write this story for me. He's a very talented writer and has been able to help me breath life into this creation by helping me bring my ideas to light. So, once again I thank you Zuorsara for writing this series for me. ------------------------------------ Chapter 1 The sky was an incredible blue color, and was filled with beautiful white clouds at the start of Lilith’s adventure. The sun was a glorious golden color, sending fearsome rays of heat down to scorch the barren clearing where Lilith stood. The clearing itself was dry and dusty, but far in the distance was a vast forest, and a short way away from that other buildings could be seen, yet they were too far away for one to properly make out their shape and design. At the top of a ledge in the center of the clearing stood Lilith. She was a young woman, curvaceous, with a prominent and shapely rear. Her hair was pure white, and done up in silken tresses with twin tails at the sides, and the rest draping down the back of her neck. Her eyes were a bright emerald color, and her skin was lightly tanned. She was clearly some sort of warrior-woman, and stood gazing across the horizon, youthful and yet strangely intimidating. Lilith was wearing two small white gloves, which refracted the light as if they were seemingly made out of some flexible crystalline material. Over her chest she wore a pink, black and white blouse that ended at her shoulders, with ruffles at the sides and a large pink bow over the front. Over her back was a small red and black cape. The skirt portion of her blouse was black and pink and reached about mid thigh, with the helm ending in white ruffles. She was wearing a black and white pair of boots with gold dragon emblems upon them that seemingly radiates strange particles of an unknown magic. As her eyes adjusted to the harsh sun bearing down on her, Lilith felt a soft breeze rush through the dusty clearing around her, causing her hair and skirt to flutter around. She smoothed it out a little bit, before turning and walking down a small cliff path that led in the direction of the strange buildings in the distance. As she walked, Lilith’s thoughts drifted to just a few hours ago, and the strange event that had suddenly occurred to bring her here, wherever she was. One moment, Lilith was walking down a noisy street in modern day California, and all of a sudden she’d felt a strange tingling sensation, and noticed small purple dust-like particles attaching to her. Before she could cry out, the world had started spinning, and she’d woken up dressed exactly as she was now, with no clue where she was or how she could return to where she’d come from. She wasn’t sure whether she’d been teleported to the other side of the world, gone back in time, or traveled to some alternate dimension, but she wasn’t about to let it get to her. Sure, when she’d first awoken, it had been a terrible shock, and she’d panicked for several minutes at first, but she’d gradually gotten her bearings and knew that despite the confusion, she had to get a grip on things. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Lilith was struck by a strange idea. In her life in California, she’d been an avid reader of ieskai based light novels, and she began to wonder if she herself had been transported to a fantasy world, to be reborn as a super strong warrior woman. Despite the horrible notion that she might never see her family again, she was strangely excited by this possibility, and wanted the chance to see if her hypothesis could be proven correct. As she kept walking, Lilith began to feel a certain tug in her abdomen; the unmistakable signal of a full bladder. She stopped for a second and began to ponder the idea of sneaking off behind a rock to urinate, but eventually decided against it, instead deciding to wait until she got to the buildings to look for a toilet. Besides, the sooner she found someone to talk to, to help her figure out her situation, the better. She kept walking, eventually leaving the dusty clearing and entering a patch of wetland on the outskirts of the forest, feeling the heat of the sun being replaced by the humid chill of the vegetation. Yet the more she walked, the more Lilith felt the urge to urinate. It wasn’t an urgent need yet, but she knew that sooner or later she’d have to do something about it. Furthermore, whilst in her old life she’d had a slightly larger than average bladder, she wasn’t sure if that had translated into her new form or not. After half an hour of walking, Lilith finally reached a small patch of trees on the edge of the forest, and sat down in the roots of one, feeling the cool shade of the tree protect her from the sun’s harsh rays. She was getting a little bit hungry, having not eaten since before her arrival here, but she was at a loss for how to feed herself. The mysterious buildings were still a way off, and Lilith didn’t know if the strange fruit growing on the trees was poisonous or not, and she wasn’t about to risk it. Sighing, she realized that her problem wasn’t going to go away by sitting around and thinking about it, so she picked herself up and continued in the direction of the buildings. Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable sound of rustling footsteps from the forest, and turned to see who was causing it. For a second Lilith couldn’t see anyone behind the dense undergrowth, and then all of a sudden, a young woman appeared, about Lilith’s age, wearing a black and pink dress. She had long blonde hair, and a white and black striped corset, with black and pink boots like her dress. She was wearing a pair of black gloves, and had two black and white bows in her hair. Initially, Lilith had thought that she might’ve been in trouble, but when she saw the girl smile she knew that everything was alright. “Hi, my name’s Princess Elise!” Lilith was taken aback momentarily. This was the first person she’d met in this strange new land, and she couldn’t believe it was a princess of all people. What would a princess be doing in a forest anyway? “You... you’re a princess?” Lilith said, trying to sound as confident as possible despite the strange turn of events. “Yes, I’m the princess of Nohr. Who are you?” Elise replied, smiling at her and showing a set of perfectly white teeth. Despite the weirdness of the situation, Lilith couldn’t help but grin back at the girl; it was relaxing to have the first person she’d met be so happy. It calmed her nerves and made her more excited for this new land, rather than anxious and miserable as she had been before. She was a little hesitant to tell the girl her name, but then realized how stupid she was being. “My name’s Lilith... I’m kinda new here.” “What do you mean by that? Are you a traveler?” said Elise, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t really know how I got here,” Lilith replied. “What do you mean by that?” Elise smiled back. “It means one moment I was just walking along, and then all of a sudden I ended up here,” Lilith said bluntly. She didn’t know how else to explain it, or if Elise would think she was crazy. “Well, why don’t you follow me back to the camp, and we can try to figure all of this stuff out. Come on, you look absolutely starving. You can lodge with us for a little bit as well. It’s going to be freezing tonight; you can warm yourself by the campfire.” Lilith couldn’t argue with that. She began to follow Elise on the road towards the village, still feeling the pressure in her bladder gradually rise. After talking with Elise for several minutes as the buildings of the camp grew closer and closer, a sudden gust of wind blew right across the ground. It snatched up Lilith’s dress, allowing Elise to peek at her bright blue panties before Lilith could push her dress back down again. Elise giggled whilst she blushed in shame and tried to make smooth out her dress. She was dreadfully embarrassed, but Elise just rubbed a hand on her shoulder and she immediately felt much happier. She was incredibly grateful for having met this strange princess, and she didn’t want to imagine the situation if she’d ended up somewhere where there were no people to talk to at all in this strange land. As soon as the shame of suddenly having her underwear revealed wore off however, she was reminded of the presence of all of the liquid in her bladder, and her need to urinate was rapidly becoming urgent. She was still not exactly desperate, but she knew that she should definitely relieve herself, considering she might not get the chance when she got to the camp. “Uh, Elise, can I tell you something?” she said. “Sure, tell me anything you want,” Elise said, still beaming as ever. “I really have to pee; do you know anywhere where I can use the bathroom in private?” Her face went bright red as she said it; she wasn’t exactly used to announcing that she had to pee in front of strangers she’d only known for less than ten minutes. Yet her embarrassment was nullified when she saw Elise’s face, perfectly understanding, without the slightest hint of judgement. “Sure, there’s a place just outside the camp that everyone uses as a toilet. It’s like a little clearing, but there’s lots of cover so you won’t be disturbed when you’re doing your business.” On one hand, Lilith had hoped that there had been actual, working toilets at the camp, but she realized that it had been too much to ask for; peeing on the ground behind a bush would have to suffice. Besides, her bladder really was killing her at that point. Eventually, they got to the camp itself. Lilith could only see the tops of the strange wooden buildings, due to the fact that they were hidden by a barricade of wood that surrounded the entire camp. She turned to look at Elise, who understood completely her implications, and pointed in the direction of a small clearing a short distance away from the camp. Lilith hurried towards the clearing, her bladder pushing her for release as soon as possible. The clearing itself was empty of trees, but the ground was covered in tall, obscuring bushes and reeds, and by hiding herself behind one, Lilith was finally confident that she total privacy. She knelt down on the dark, earthy soil and tried to make sure her blouse didn’t touch or snag on any of the nearby plants. When she was confident and relaxed enough, she pulled her panties down and prepared to release. With a sigh, Lilith relieved herself, urine splashing down into the dirt in the form of a forceful torrent. The surging urine hissed out of her, creating a puddle that, despite being absorbed by the ground, rapidly grew to threaten the edges of her boots. It was incredibly hot, and in the cool afternoon air Lilith could literally see clouds of steam rising from it. She basked in the relief of finally urinating after being forced to contain it for so long. It was wonderful. She just put her head back and let the relief over take her, closing her eyes to enjoy the pleasurable feelings as her bladder emptied at last. The urine was spraying out of her loudly, the hissing as it excited her urethra contrasting with the pattering of it impacting the ground. It was a dark golden color, and smelt strongly of ammonia. Whilst she was peeing, Lilith thought about her current situation, and what the consequences of it would possibly be. She really had absolutely no idea where she was. She’d never heard of Nohr, and she was pretty sure that she’d slipped into some kind of alternate dimension or time-stream. It was incredibly confusing, but at the same time Lilith was very excited. She’d read all about people being taken out of their ordinary lives to be given strange and fearsome magical powers, and she wondered if she had some of the same. Still, despite only being gone a few long hours, she longed to see her friends and family again, and hoped that somehow she would be able to make it back to her original place and time so she could be with them again. She couldn’t stomach the thought that they might be gone for good, and she was determined to do all she could to learn about this strange new land that she’d found herself in, and to try her hardest to find a way back to her original life, if it was possible. She began to wonder if she’d taken her friends and family for granted, and she vowed that if she saw them again she’d do everything she could to make sure that she appreciated every moment spent with them. But for now, she had to make the best of the world she had found herself in, and to enjoy the sense of adventure that had dawned on her when she’d first met Elise and realized that she wasn’t completely alone at least. After a while of her pee splashing onto the ground, Lilith could feel her bladder slowly beginning to empty. It was a marvelous feeling; just peeing and peeing and peeing. Eventually however, her bladder started to run dry. Her raging torrent turned into a soft stream, and then a gentle trickle, and then it was nothing more than a few drops. When even these ceased, Lilith kept squatting there for a second, just enjoying the wonderful feeling of having her bladder empty at last, before rubbing her pussy with her hand to dry it and then wiping her hand on some of the nearby bushes. She didn’t have a sink or even a puddle to clean herself properly, but it was better than nothing. At last, when her business was finally complete, she pulled her panties up and stood up herself, patting down her dress and leaving behind a puddle of stinking urine in the dirt where she’d urinated. She headed back in the direction of Elise, hoping that she hadn’t disappeared in the time that Lilith had been urinating. She’d only been gone for a couple of minutes, but she didn’t like the idea of suddenly being left on her own again. Her fears were unfounded however, as Elise was still in exactly the same place as Lilith had left her, and when Lilith approached, she bounded over and smiled, just as happy as ever. “Did you relieve yourself?” she said. “Yeah, thanks. I really needed that,” Lilith replied. “Oh, that’s good to hear. Come inside the camp; let’s talk about how you got here.” Lilith followed Elise through the gates into the camp. Inside, she could finally see the strange buildings in their entirety. They were made of wood, appearing from a distance to be rather ramshackle, but up close they were deceptively well made. The roads and passages inside the camp weren’t paved, but consisted of dry dirt roads, trampled clean by numerous people milling about. None of them stopped to say hello to Lilith, but a few glances were thrown her way. She felt a little self conscious knowing that people were looking at her, but she fortunately couldn’t detect any hint of malice or suspicion from them. They just seemed to be looking at like she was somehow out of place, which was exactly how she felt. Maybe it was her feeling out of place that was causing them to look at her funny. Regardless, Elise pulled Lilith through to the center of the camp, where there was a large campfire with several logs surrounding it. “Wait here for a second,” Elise said, pointing to one of the logs. Lilith sat down on it and put her hands in her lap, warming herself as close to the fire as she dared whilst Elise went into one of the nearby buildings. It was becoming evening pretty fast, and like Elise had said, the warm rays of the sun had quickly been replaced with the freezing chill of the impending night. Lilith rubbed her arms as well as she could, and started blowing on her hands. It was like the heat of the fire had caused her to realize how cold she really was. Regardless, after a couple of minutes, she was very warm indeed, her body heated by the orange glow of the campfire. Eventually, Elise emerged from the building holding several bottles of liquid under her arm. She sat down next to Lilith and handed one to her, saying “Here, drink this. This should warm you up in no time.” Sure enough, when Lilith had a swig of it, it was like her whole body had been filled with heat, and all traces of the cold scoured from her in an instant. “Now, tell me the whole story,” Elise said. “Well... I’m from California, in America. Have you ever heard of America?” Lilith said. “No, never,” Elise replied, shaking her head. “Is it like Nohr?” “I’ve never heard of Nohr either,” said Lilith. “Well, anyway, California is a state in America, sort of like a kingdom, but with no kings or princesses. I was just walking along the road when all of a sudden I felt this strange sensation throughout my entire body, like a prickling, itching feeling, and then I noticed these tiny purple particles surrounding me. And before I knew it, I was lying on the floor in a clearing a short distance away from here, with no idea how I got here or anything.” Elise seemed very confused by this. “You mean... you were someplace else, and then you just felt weird, and then you woke up on your back with no idea of how you got here? That’s so strange. I’ve never heard of anything like that ever happening.” “Neither have I. One day I was a student in my final year of high school, watching anime and reading my favorite books... and then I was here,” Lilith replied, taking another swig of the wonderful drink. “Wow... that’s so weird. I really don’t know what to say,” said Elise. “I don’t really know how to help you.” “Thank you so much Elise,” Lilith suddenly blurted out. “I mean – I was worried that I was gonna be the only one here – that I’d wonder around and have nobody to talk to. Thanks for being so nice to me. I was really anxious and scared when I first came here, but you’re really helping me to make the best of things.” “Awww, come here,” said Elise, moving up to Lilith and hugging her deeply. Lilith hugged her back. She hadn’t cried when she’d first arrived here, despite how scared she was at first, but now that Elise was being so nice to her she almost burst into tears, desperately trying to hold back from sobbing. She wiped a rogue tear from her eye and wrapped her other arms around Elise, feeling the heat of Elise’s body against hers. She also felt another kind of heat building up within her, obviously the result of the liquid she’d been drinking for a little while now. She didn’t fancy going all the way back out to that clearing, especially since it was a little way outside the walls of the camp, and she hoped that when the time to announce her need came, Elise would have something like a chamber pot that she’d be able to use. After what felt like forever, Elise broke off the hug and said to her “Well, I’m really glad we met, Lilith. I’ve always believed in looking out for travelers, especially people who get lost, so I promise that I’ll always look out for you. If you need anything from me, anything at all, I promise I’ll do my hardest to make sure that you get it, and hopefully one day you’ll be able to find your way home and see your family and friends again.” Lilith thanked her for her consideration, wiping another tear of happiness from her eye. She did long to see her family and friends again, but at the same time, she knew that this adventure with Elise was exciting. It was confusing, yet at the same time she actually quite liked being a new realm, a place which she’d never heard of before, meeting new people and discovering things she’d never seen before. It was like a whole new world for her, and as much as she missed the previous, she was growing to like this one more and more by the moment, especially since meeting Elise and making her very first friend here. She was intensely glad for Elise, somebody she could to and reveal her predicament without sounding crazy, and that Elise had been so caring and understanding. Lilith was jolted out of her thoughts by a sudden urge from her bladder. She pressed a hand into her crotch through the fabric of her dress, before slowly standing up to get better control over her need to urine. Elise stood up in turn. Just then, a gust of wind blew through the camp with a howl, sending both Elise’s and Lilith’s dresses flying up around them. Lilith’s blue panties were exposed once again, but when she went to shove her dress back down again, she noticed what Elise was wearing; a white padded garment with blue stars scattered across the front of it. Lilith wasn’t about to judge Elise so quickly, especially since Elise had been so nice to her, but Elise blushed bright red when she realized that Lilith had seen her diaper. “I can explain-,” Elise said, putting a hand out as if she expected Lilith to turn and run away from her. “No, it’s fine... I don’t care,” said Lilith honestly. Elise audibly relaxed at that. “I have to wear this, you know. Royalty are expected to hold their pee for ages and ages, and I haven’t quite got there yet... in fact, I kinda need to go right now. You don’t mind, do you?” “No, of course not,” Lilith said. Elise nodded in thanks. A second later, there was a muffled hissing noise as Elise released her bladder. As soon as she did so, Lilith suddenly felt her urge increase until it was almost unbearable. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d had to go, and listening to Elise pee had set her off badly. It was almost instant, that urine began pouring down her legs and soaking into her boots. Golden streams of pee trickled down her legs as she inadvertently urinated, droplets of pee dropping onto the ground. Fortunately, only a small patch at the front of her dress was soaked, but her legs were hot and sticky with pent up urine. “Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you had to go really badly as well,” Elise said, putting her hands over her mouth. “I didn’t mean to make you wet yourself.” “No, it’s my fault,” said Lilith, going bright red. “I didn’t realize how badly I had to pee until it was too late. I probably would’ve peed my pants before I got back to that clearing anyway.” After a couple more moments of relief, both of the girls were empty once again. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I need to change my diaper and you need to dry your legs,” said Elise, leading Lilith into the wooden building she’d gotten the drinks from. She entered the building and felt the warmth of the interior move over her and around her. Still leaving little droplets on the ground from her wet panties, she let Elise take her to one side as they prepared to clean up before turning in for the night in this strange, bizarre new land...
  19. The Idea Have you people ever thought about using video games as a framework for omorashi challenges? Like incorporating the game into holding? Well, I have [A little tangent: Do you know what healslutting is? I heard about this thing about a year ago. Listen to this: it's people playing as healers and other support roles in online video games, who spice up their roles with submissiveness. (Check out the HealSluts subreddit’s sidebar for more info, if you’re interested.) Anyway, aside from the sheer joy of knowing more about the wholesome side of human sexual depravity, this made me thinking about how could video games be used similarly with other fetishes. And I think I found a great way to include games in omo!] Of course my first thought was that you can do this with any game – it’s just a matter of a rule set: racing games, turn based strategy games, platformers, first person shooters... hell, even those “match-n” mobile games can work. The rules can be something like “drink [amount of fluids] every x minutes, or every checkpoint/map/y turns/level, and try to hold until an arbitrary goal. Nothing fancy here, right? This feels boring and a bit forced already (and not in a good way). But I think there is one specific game category that’s tailored perfectly for omorashi above all else. Games where the goal is already about managing and eliminating “leaks”, where there is an action element involved, and where multiplayer is an option. These are tower defense games, specifically those with FPS/TPS modes. Let me gather a list of what I've tried here (please feel free to add more): Orcs Must Die! Orcs Must Die! 2 Sanctum Sanctum 2 Some searches for finding more: "Tower Defense" + "Third Person" on the Steam Store "Tower Defense" + "First Person" on the Steam Store Basically all these games boil down to the same pattern: there is a map, there is at least one "source" element where enemies spawn, and there is (usually) one "drain" element, where they try to go. And that's what you don't want. So you build obstacles and mazes to slow them down, and you try to kill them both with fixed traps/towers, and with your weapons and abilities. The themes and variations are usually plenty; there is a healthy pool of map layouts, enemies, weapons, etc. to keep you busy for some time. They all support multiplayer, so if you want to play with omo friends or your partner you can totally do that. An Example One basic, non game-specific rule set that I cooked up is this: The goal is to win the map in the video game, and not wet yourself (too much ). If you do, you have to sit there until the game is either won, or is over for everyone else. (Barring any real life emergencies, of course.) Every map or level has a pool of liquid agreed upon by the players, depending on the playtime of the level, e.g. 1 litre, or 2 litres. If you make it to at least 5% into the level progress, and you lose the map after that, you have to drink all of it, staggered over some limited time. This amount is crucial to the overall difficulty of the challenge; probably needs a lot of fine-tuning. People with significantly different bladder capacities (or if they want to increase their personal difficulty level) can use multipliers at their own discretion, for instance x0.66 for small bladders, x1.5 for big bladders. If you leak in the game (so you let some of the enemies through), you have to drink. The amount is proportional to the “damage” done to the drain element in game. There is usually an amount of enemy forces that are allowed to reach the drain without losing the game. Think of this as the “health” of the drain. If you decrease its health by 10% that round, then you must drink 10% of the half of the map’s pool. This ensures that it’s worth fighting until the end, because if you win the level with even 1% health remaining, you only have to drink half of the map’s pool of liquid. Optionally, if you leak in real life (so you let some of the pee through), you have to drink. The amount is based on whether it is a small leak or a big leak. When you notice that one of the routes is basically undefended and enemies are marching towards the drain unchallenged, and while rushing there and fighting them you leak for a second or two because of the excitement: that’s a small leak. Drink something like a small glass or cup of liquid. If you lose control and wet for several seconds, that’s a big leak. Drink a normal glass of liquid for every 4 seconds of peeing. (This is not coming from the level's liquid pool.) Optionally, everyone can have a toilet break after every x levels or maps won. Optionally, the player with the highest score/most kills/least deaths in that round can have a free toilet break. Optionally, the player with the lowest score/least kills/most deaths have to drink an extra glass or two. (This is not coming from the level's liquid pool.) If the map or level is won, the liquid pool that hasn't been consumed is discarded. Additional considerations: Use voice chat at your own discretion. It greatly enhances teamwork, but also dramatically increases the chance of making each other laugh so hard that you’ll pee. You can sit as much as you want in build mode, but your kidney's don't pause themselves. Don't waste time between waves. But of course this is merely a suggestion. I'm much more interested in what refinements the community can make on the idea, and what rule sets will work best in play testing
  20. For this story, I had been posting all of the new entries into the original thread, rather than creating a new thread for each chapter. However the problem was that the original thread was labeled as part 1, so this may have caused confusion for some people. So here I will be reposting all of the previous chapters, and the new ones as well from here out. The Legend of Zelda TP Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 1 (I take no credit for the image. Artist: unknown.) "...run...." "....run!" "RUN!!" Ilia's eyes shot open, only to be greeted with more darkness. Had she been asleep? Why did she have a horrible pain at the back of her neck? Where was she....who was she? Ilia couldn't seem to remember any of these things, all she could remember was that voice she was dreaming of, "Run....RUN!" That was the only memory she really seemed to posses at the moment. Ignoring her apparent lack of memories, Ilia's mind shifted towards survival, she needed to figure out what was going on. She tried to move, but realized she could not stand, or even move her arms. A rough cut of rope held her tightly to a support beam inside of whatever building was serving as her prison. Ilia felt a sudden wave of fear sweep over her, fear of the unknown, she knew nothing and could see nothing in the dark building, all she knew was that she was a captive, and that was a scary thought. "H-hello?" Ilia managed to stammer, her voice small, "Is anybody there?" Her question was answered by the hideous sound of strange creatures whooping and howling, speaking a primitive language of various grunts and gurgles. One of the creatures loudly beat upon the door of Ilia's cell, indicating that she was to remain quiet. Ilia's heart jumped at the sounds, as her words choked in her throat. After a few minutes, the initial paralyzing fear of the monsters gave way to a less crippling fear, a looming sense of dread. She knew that she had to somehow find a way out of here. Her eyes had now finally adjusted to the light; Ilia could faintly make out her surroundings, a derelict house with shattered windows. The broken windows were allowing trace amounts of moonlight to work their way into the room. Ilia could see that the room was completely bare, say for herself, and the support beam she was tied to. For several minutes, Ilia struggled with her bindings, attempting to break free, but to no avail. Her arms were pulled behind her and wrapped around the pole, fastly secured to the base of the pole with some rope. The rope was tied off so low that she was being forced to sit on her knees, rather than stand. Every time she would tire herself out, she would remember the looming, unknown horror right outside her prison, and then continue trying to free herself of her bonds. After what felt like an eternity, dawn finally came. The first golden rays of sunlight crept through the shattered window, and fell upon an exhausted young girl. Ilia had been struggling all night, and no longer had the energy to hold herself up, she was leaning forward on her knees, with her bound wrists holding her weight from completely falling to the floor. She was so tired, but Ilia was now intrigued at the prospect of being able to see clearly. After surveying her room again, she once more determined that the room was empty. Now Ilia turned her eyes down towards herself, as she couldn't seem to even picture what she looked like. Looking down, Ilia saw she was wearing a white, sleeveless chemise, and light brown capri pants, with bare feet. Though she previously couldn't recollect what she was wearing, this did not feel surprising, seeing her body just naturally felt familiar. Ilia's train of thought was broken when one of the beasts from outside suddenly burst through the door, and into her holding chamber. Ilia was instantly afraid if the hideous little beast, it had a hunched back, horns, green skin, and beady little red eyes. The eyes stared at her thirstily. Ilia's body tensed up as the creature approached her, her mind was now racing, wondering why she had been captured, and what the creature's plans were for her. It waddled right up to her, looking down, it put it's face a mere few inches from Ilia's. Her stomach churned as it looked at her, not just because of the horrid smell, but also because of the way it was looking at her. Despite her best efforts, Ilia started to whimper slightly. She jumped when she suddenly heard a loud clank on the floor, and the sloshing of water. Looking down, Ilia saw that the creature had brought a pail of water with a ladle. Surprisingly, the water looked clean. The creature grabbed Ilia's lower jaw and squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, in the other hand, it took the ladle and poured water into her mouth. She hadn't realized just how thirsty she was, so Ilia greedily slurped at the water. For some reason, this seemed to amuse the green beast, so it refilled the ladle, pulled Ilia's head back, and tried to dump the whole ladle full down her throat. This caused Ilia to choke on the water, and spray it out of her mouth, coughing violently. The little green wretch began making a horrible gurgling sound, which Ilia could only surmise, must have been laughing. The rest of the day Ilia sat in the room alone, until the creature returned with more water at dusk. The process was repeated again the next morning. At first, Ilia had been desperately thirsty, her body utilized all of the water. But now it had been at least a full day and a half since she had probably last used the toilet, she honestly couldn't remember anything prior to her waking up in this room. But now she was getting desperate, she really needed to pee. The creepy green creatures holding her captive had not harmed her yet, so Ilia thought perhaps she could try communicating with them again, even though she reviled even being in their presence. "Hey!" Ilia called "Anybody out there?!" Her call was met with silence. "Please! I-I really need th-the toilet!" She cried out, as her voice began to crack. At this comment, her captors only responded with the same hideous gurgling laugh as before, but otherwise, did nothing. Another hour passed by, Ilia tried to keep her legs crushed together as hard as she could, though it was difficult due to the way she was being forced on her knees. She couldn't quit get her thighs to touch. She was using every ounce of her will power to not wet herself. Ilia wanted to grasp her girlhood with her hands, to relieve the pressure, but her hands were still tightly bound. The pressure was becoming too much to handle, Ilia suddenly lost control for a second, as a spurt of urine squirted into her panties. Quickly she forced herself to get a grip, as the embarrassment began to set in, she realized that an accident was inevitable. Tears were now running down her face, even though Ilia knew there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable accident, she still blindly held on to hope that her captors would have mercy or something, anything! She was in so much pain now! "N-no!" Ilia cried out, as she felt a warmth spread through her panties. She couldn't hold it back anymore, the warm wetness spread more and more as she began to completely lose control of her bladder, and fully wet herself. Her pee soaked through her panties and into her pants. Ilia felt the hot piss running down her thighs and pooling on the floor around her knees. Her urine made a loud hissing noise as in gushed out of her vagina in through her panties, it went on for over a full minute. Completely defeated, Ilia began to sob, as her body slumped forward again, her weight resting on her wrist bindings, a very large puddle of pee surrounding her, leaking through the floorboards. Ilia's sobbing was interrupted by that horrible gurgling laugh, she looked up and felt the hot burn of shame spread across her face as she saw several of those little green devils peering in at her. They were laughing, their red eyes burning holes into Ilia. She shuddered at the pleasure they were getting from her misery and humiliation. Written by: High Meme-Overlord The Legend of Zelda TP: Ilia's Incontinence Pt. 2 Ilia felt as if she had been walking forever now. Her feet were sore, and this narrow path just went on and on. She looked up above her and could see that the sun was directly over head, thus causing the rocky embankments to either side of her to cast no shadows. The red rock stretched upward like walls, and made her feel uncomfortable, she could easily be cornered here. She couldn't quite remember why she was so on edge, but Ilia felt the recollection pressing at the back of her mind stating that she was fleeing from somewhere, or something. Unbeknownst to her, Ilia had recently been attacked and captured by Bulblins, and held by them in the secret village. Her injures, and initial trauma had caused her to suffer retrograde memory loss. The psychological terror and trauma that she faced at the hands of her captors had now forced her brain into a sort of post traumatic amnesia, which blocked out her recent memories of being held in the village, and how she escaped. It was now reaching the heat of the day. Ilia couldn't remember what happened, but the heat stimulated Ilia's clothes, causing the aroma of old urine to drift upward from her pants. "Pew, why do I smell pee?" She said aloud. She sniffed, "Uugh, is that coming from my pants?" *sniff* "yep, it is. What's going on, did I really wet my pants recently?! I can't remember...My pants are dry now though." Ilia did her best to ignore the smell of what was apparently several day's worth of wetting her pants, but her face would turn beet red with embarrassment every time she caught another wiff of herself. Finally though, it looked as if her embarrassment could come to an end! As the red rock embankments sloped downward, they gave way to a grassy open field with a crystal blue river running through it. Ilia was overjoyed at the thought of cleaning herself and drinking fresh water. Excitedly, Ilia made her way over to the river, got down on her knees, cupped her hands and began to scoop water up to her lips. The cool water felt good against Ilia's dry throat, the march here had been long, hot and dusty. After drinking the clean water for several minutes, she felt refreshed, and turned her attention from her quenched thirst, to her outer body. Ilia observed her surroundings, the road was deserted, with no travelers visible from either direction, much farther ahead, she could make out the shape of a mighty castle, surrounded by a small city. Deciding that she was alone, she stripped her clothes, so that she could go for a dip in the water. once her brown capri pants were off, she looked down at her panties, there was no mistaking it, the urine she had smelled on her pants had definitely come from her own accident. Her white panties were adorned with a large yellow stain in the crotch. She bathed herself for awhile, enjoying the cool water. Once she was finished bathing, Ilia grabbed her pee stained pantsand and underwear, scrubbed them in the river, wrung them out, and set them in the sun to dry. Ilia replaced her breast wrap and chemise and sat down to rest in the grass while her no longer soiled clothing dried. (Artist: unknown.) Once her clothing was dry enough, Ilia continued her journey, she didn't know where else to go, so she headed towards the distant castle. A couple hours later, and she was nearing her destination. Seeing a fork in the road, she peered ahead to ensure she chose the path that lead to the castle, and that's when she saw it, the form of a body, collapsed on the road. Ilia quickly ran over to investigate, and saw that it was a young Zora boy, he was unconscious. "Hello? Is anybody there?! We need some help here!" Ilia called out, as she attempted to lift the boy. Her calls were met with silence upon the empty road. With no help nearby, she had no choice but to move the boy herself. She was a young girl of only sixteen, but she had a fierce mother's spirit in her, and simply could not leave the poor child behind to succumb to his injuries. Though she had grown up in a ranching and farming village, Ilia's father had always been protective of his little girl, and never really subjected her to much if the manual labor. As such, she did not have the brawn needed to lift the boy in her arms, so she pulled his arms over her back, and held on to them as if she were giving him a piggy back ride. Even with the boy's feet dragging in the dirt, Ilia was still struggling to keep him up on her back as she trudged along. With each heavy step she took, she noticed a slight pressure building up in her lower abdomen. Back at the river, Ilia had drank a copious amount of water, and it was quickly catching up to her. Despite the growing pain in her bladder, she ignored it and pushed on, knowing that she could still easily wait awhile before relieving herself, she did not want to stop and then have to pick up the boys again. However, it wasn't long until the weight of the Zora child also caught up to her, and she finally had to stop for a rest. "Hmm, maybe I should go ahead and pee while I am taking a break, so that I don't have to take a break again later." Ilia thought to herself. "Hmm, but there is nowhere to hide, no trees or bushes...it seems weird to do it in front of the boy. What if he wakes up?! That would be awfully embarrassing! Nah, if he was going to wake up, he probably would have already. But what about other travelers, I'm so close to the city now, there are bound to be other people now..." As if on que, Ilia's thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a horse and carriage rolling along the path. The sound was coming from the direction which she had come. Ilia looked behind her and saw the wagon approach from over a small hilltop. "I guess I will have to wait after all. It's really not that bad anyway." She thought. Driving the cart was a brawny woman who's prominent features were a pair of enormous, partially exposed breasts. The woman waved at Ilia as she was approaching. "Hello there!" The woman called out as she brought the cart to a halt next to Ilia and the boy. "Are you alright there, Sweetheart?" "I'm alright, but I don't think he is." Ilia replied. "That poor child looks green around the gills, what happened to him?" "I don't really know. I was just traveling along the road, and found him collapsed here. I think maybe he was attacked by monsters." "Hmmm, sounds 'bout right. There's been lots of monsters and other such vile things wandering about lately. You two shouldn't be wandering around by yourselves, let me give you a ride to castle town, we can call for the local physician there." Ilia was feeling wary, as this woman was a stranger, but then she realized that she had no memories, everyone was going to be a stranger. The woman sounded genuine in her desire to help anyway. Plus, Ilia wasn't interested in dragging the child any further. "Okay, that's very nice of you. Can you help me get him into the back of your wagon?" "Sure thing, Sweetiepie!" The lady responded with blunt enthusiasm. Once they were loaded into the cart, and were traveling again, the woman struck up a conversation by introducing herself as Telma. "And what about you, Darling? What's your name?" "My name's... uh" Ilia stumbled with her words. "Uh, well...I don't actually know..." "Don't know your own name?! Didn't your momma ever give you one?" Telma asked. "Well, I'm sure she did, I'm sure that I have a name. I just... don't remember. I can't seem to remember anything right now. I recall traveling here from some dusty area with red rocks everywhere...and then I found this boy..." Ilia blushed as she said this, she didn't know why, but it felt embarrassing to admit that she was so clueless, even though it clearly wasn't her fault. "That's awful, I'm sorry to hear that, Hun. So, red rocks you say? Sounds like you might have been traveling from the Eldin region, you think?" "I guess.." Ilia replied sheepishly, really having no idea. Just then the wagon went over a bump in the road, causing her body to jolt, and her need to pee to intensify. She let out a small squeal and put her hands between her legs. She hadn't expected it, but the jolt forced a tiny dribble of urine into her panties. This surprised her, because she didn't feel desperate enough to be on the brink of an accident or anything. "You alright back there, Sweetie? Didn't mean to give you a fright!" Telma called back over her shoulder. "Y-yeah, I'm fine!" She responded. "Just..... well, will we be able to find a toilet soon?" Ilia blushed as she said this. "Don't worry one bit! We're only about five minutes ride from the town gates, and it won't be far from there to my place." Comforted by this, Ilia put on a brave face and waited. She could do this, it wasn't that far, and the pressure wasn't all that bad. A few minutes later, they reached the gates of Castle Town. She was relieved, knowing that the boy would soon be cared for, and that she would soon be able to take care of her business. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and the sensation of the pressure dramatically increasing. She yelped again, and then realized that the pressure was abating very quickly. That's when she felt the warmth spread through her panties. Looking down, Ilia could see that she was wetting herself, it had started so abruptly that she had hardly even realized it was happening. She cried out more loudly than she meant to, and quickly put her hands between her legs again, cupping them over her crotch. It was no use though, her muscles felt weak down there, she couldn't stop the flow. Hot pee was now streaming straight through her panties, through her pants and onto the floor boards of the wagon. "You sure you're alright back there, Honey? I ca-" Telma didn't finish her sentence as she turned back to look at Ilia. The poor girl was a sight, her face was flushed, her eyes were clamped shut, with tears running down her cheeks, and a large pool of urine forming on the floor where she was sitting. After a painfully long moment of silence, Ilia opened her eyes and looked down. Her face instantly turned even redder, and she put her hands to her mouth to muffle the sob that was building in her throat as she saw the puddle she had made. (Artist: unknown.) "Oh-oh no, Telma, I-I'm so sorry, I..." Ilia stammered as she choked back on her words and began to tear up again. "Oh no, no, don't worry about that, Honey, it was just an accident! No need to fuss. I won't tell anyone what happened. Just sit tight, we're almost there, and then I will help you get cleaned up, alright?" Ilia just sat there quietly and nodded her head. Once the covered wagon finally arrived at Telma's bar, she climbed into the back to assist Ilia. Telma found a spare horse blanket among the wagon supplies, and wrapped it around the poor girl's waist to cover up her accident. Some of Telma's patrons came and helped carry the Zora boy inside, while Telma hurried Ilia past the other guests in an attempt to not be noticed. With her face burning red, Ilia just kept her eyes on the floor as they did so, until she was safely in the back room. All the while, she was thinking to herself, "I can't believe I did that. I had an accident right in front of Telma, and in her wagon too! How could this have happened?! I wasn't that desperate yet. It just....happened... Ilia was still unable to remember her time in captivity with the Bulblins at the hidden village. But if she could recall, she would have remembered being tied to a pole with no bathroom breaks. She would remember desperately trying to hold her bladder, sometimes for 1-2 days straight. Holding it till she felt excruciating pain in her lower abdomen before wetting all over herself. She had no memory of it, but our poor damsel had caused slight damage to her bladder while she was a prisoner. As she will soon come to realize, her bladder control has been significantly weakened.... Written by: High Meme-Overlord
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