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  1. Greetings, once more! And welcome to the third iteration of Faust's interactive Stories! Faust felt it would be best to dive back into this kind of thing with a renewed vigor, and some balance from things he's learned from the previous two interactives...As they were both quite experimental. As such, welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories 3! Promising more adventures, more lewdities, and more stories! Rules, and mild changes coming up shortly.... ================================================================================================================================================== [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (For those looking for lewdity, in a scholastic setting. Days in this world will follow a brief morning (Depending on the character), Followed by Schooltimes. [In several segments], and end a short bit after returning from school.) Family Featurettes: (Will usually involve home life with a selected character's family, and occasionally a small vacation! Certain characters will get more out of this than others. Tend to have an average Morning, an average day, and an average night. (Subject to Vacationing)) Faust's Holiday Fun: (As expected, these days are selected to celebrate a holiday with specified characters. Christmas Parties, Thanksgiving Dinners, and the like. A mixture of lewdity, and casual home life. Tend to have a segment last longer than the others, depending on the Holiday) Magic Academy's Pleasure District: (A setting inside of the Magical Academy story, for those who wish to be adventurous with some lewdity! Details may or may not carry over to the actual Magic Academy Interactive. Have an average day segment, and a lengthy night segment, with a nearly-non-existent morning) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters! An early morning optional, but a Hefty daytime segment, with a very brief night) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to pick out a world. May be old, or new, times vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable for future segments.) Faust's Town Adventures: (A segment with an average time all around, with the selected individuals, going around town doing various normal things. Meant for enjoying things on a day off from the Scholastic system.) Private Bedroom: (For that special vulgar scene with characters of your choosing. Very restrictive.....Must have 5 Hearts of affection to invite someone here.) AuthorFaust's Fateful One-Shots: (For when you just want to request a special scene. If enough votes pick it up, it'll be written... Or if the Author likes it enough. Running times Vary considerably.) ???: (Locked!! Do 2 runs as Faust to unlock) ???: (Locked!! Do A run as a Magical Academy Student to unlock) Movie Adventures: (Go to the Movies with a character of your choice! Drinks and popcorn are provided! Watch a scene picked out by either the Commenters, or Author, and wait for the magic to happen. Runtimes of movies will vary, but usually put your companion in Dire need.) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] [A seemingly average boy with short forest green hair, and an unimpressive build.. Faust is the Familiar figure of the stories, and constant target of various happenstances. One with a healthy taste for the lewd, but kind enough to help out others when he can. If he could get out from under Saril's Thumb, he might...] (Able to be used in any plot except Magic Academy Pleasure District) Yuno Gasai: [Female] [The shapely, twintailed pinkette, with a cutesy manner of speaking, and a distressing past...Everyone knows who Yuno is, and it seems a wide variety of people have their eyes on her. However, her eyes are only on.....] (Will rarely involve herself in lewdity with anyone but Faust. Stories with her may center more around Faust (Or Fauxst) more than others. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure District.) Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] [A girl with a modest figure, and long green hair in a ponytail. With an overwhelmingly embarrassing family, and a stern attitude, one would be forgiven for seeing her as cold. However, beneath her stern exterior hides a girl with a firm penchant for holding...] (A bit harder to coerce into inciting lewdity in....But, far more likely to remain focused when at high bladder amounts. Cannot be used in Magic Academy Pleasure district.) Eoria Karakuri: [Female] [A girl with long silver hair, a modest figure, and a nearly unquenchable lust for science.....and a barely concealed naughty side. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and always working on something new...) (Runs with Eoria may contain an experimental item to utilize. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district.) Saiga Giriko: [Female] [A girl with crimson hair, a sizable figure, and an apt hand for mechanics. Co-Creator of O.M.O.R.A., and a self-proclaimed domme, Saiga is one of the few not into the idea of wetting herself, and is much less....open with her lusts than some others... (Lust fills slower as Saiga. Does not enjoy wetting herself. Cannot be used for Magic Academy's pleasure district. Can temporarily modify O.M.O.R.A. in her runs.) Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] [A petite girl with orange hair, tied into ear-like twintails, and a taste for the lewd. What she lacks in curves, she more than makes up for in enthusiasm. (Cannot be used for Magic Academy's Pleasure District. Can carry 3 items in a run, instead of 2. Is also more proficient in using items, leading to a smaller cooldown...) Juuni Neptunia: [Female] [A petite girl with short purple hair, and a usually perky-nature... Who tends to run her mouth a bit more than she would like. Most certainly does not enjoy the affections of her 'Brother' <Actually Cousin> Faustus in an impure manner. Tends to overdo it sometimes.....] (Cannot be used in the Magic Academy's Pleasure district. Bladder meter fills a bit faster as Juuni..) Arthoria Faustus: [Male] [5th Ranked at the Magical Academy, and assistant to Saril's Special Show: Hold it! Omo-Idol. Runs the Black-Light District of Magical Academy. Probably needs a drink.] (Cannot be used for Another Note. May come with a variety of 'Spells.' May uncover new Magic Academy Characters to command...) Yonyu Bengane: [Female] (102nd ranked at Magic Academy, and the unofficial Librarian. A modest figure, concealed by many different garments, and a pair of glasses hide her true intentions, whatever they might be. And yet, something about her seems.... Ayano: [Female] (100th Ranked at Magic Academy, and the most prominent of the Black-Light students. Has a bit of a...dangerous disposition about her, and a venomous side underneath an innocent schoolgirl Facade...) (Does not play nice with other girls. Options may be a bit crueler than expected, with some exceptions. Cannot be used for Family Featurettes...) Lyna Hikari: [Female] (A shapely girl with silver hair, who's spent most of her life in a church dedicated to complete chastity and purity......And was transferred to a normal school by a certain Supernatural Hunter's efforts. Very inexperienced, and innocent, but eager to make new friends...) [Cannot be used in Magical Academy Pleasure District. More sensitive to lust than others...] ???: [More to be unlocked] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (These are mostly the same.....with a few, minor changes...) Plot: Now almost Strictly for story purposes. Lewdity is to an absolute minimum, and stories with this will contain very little naughty fun. (Stories may be shorter than actual plotlines) Lewd: A nice baseline for stories, with a smidgen of lewdity, but rarely things too inappropriate. Accidents are more likely, while aftermath can usually be dealt with off-screen.... And the lightest of touching, while still keeping to plots. Naughty: A bit lewder than lewd, this rating incites more accidents, and some more intimate scenarioes...without going into complete, full-on smut. One can expect a bit more skinship, but no actual, on-screen intercourse...... Though, one may still have lewd, naughty releases... Vulgar: A vulgar setting, where touching, wetting, and other vulgar activities are rather mundane, and expected. One can properly perform vulgar acts in this plotline, without fade-outs, or other censors. Adult Fantasy: A plotline more akin to a smutty film. Contrived coincidences to maximize the amount of Vulgarity are commonplace, and the more absurd sort of situations may occur, leading to maximum Vulgarity... ================================================================================================================================================= Items: (This subject remains similar, with characters allowed to utilize 2 items per story. (Except when otherwise indicated.), and may have Rating restrictions. Items cooldowns may vary...) [Item List!] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A naughty magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] (2 Story Cooldown) Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] (1 Story Cooldown) Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish individuals needy for Lewd release. [Naughty or Higher] [3 Story Cooldown] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher Rating required.] (3 story Cooldown] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher rating.] [2 Story Cooldown] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse [3 Story Cooldown] Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. [Naughty or Higher. 4 Story Cooldown.] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. [Lewd or Higher. 2 Story Cooldown.] Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one. [2 Story Cooldown.] Bottle of [Water]: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something. [No Cooldown. May sometimes incite random effects.] "Toy": A toy meant to incite lust in an individual, but certainly not appropriate for children.. [Naughty or Higher] (3 Story Cooldown.) Author's Helping Hand: May be used when a Decision is brought up once per story, to get a guide of what effects a decision may have. [5 Story Cooldown] Paradoxical Blessing: A blessing that will Randomize all of your conditions! Results may vary. Overuse may lead to accidental summoning...[6 Story cooldown] [Others to Come] =============================================================================================================================================== Affections Meters: (This is a Segment to determine a character's Affection for one of the male leads! Higher Affections may lead to certain scenes easier. For the sake of comfort, only 3 heart and above will be listed..] Faustus Necromonium: 4 Hearts: Yuno Gasai, Youmu Konpaku, Lillica Plumb 3 Hearts: Flandmir Treepes, Juuni Neptunia Arthoria Faustus: 4 Hearts: ???, ??? 3 Hearts: Ayano, Yonyu Bengane ???: ??? ================================================================================================================================================= [Achievements!] (Due to Popular Demand, This feature will be returning from the first interactive. However, they are mostly cosmetic this time, save for a few certain ones... [KA-CHING] (Hat Trick): Have Faust's Interactives Reach it's 3rd Iteration. [Future Achievements:] [Naming Scheme]: ??? [The Obvious]: ??? [I wanna go on an Adventure!]: ??? [What could possibly go Wrong?]: ??? [Oh.]: ??? [Prepared!]: ??? [I need a freaking Drink]: ??? [They DO Exist!]: ??? [I Get that Reference!]: ??? [Holy...!]: ??? [Futility]: ??? [But that's Forbidden Love!]: ??? [You were Warned]: ??? [Faust's Head Hurts]: ??? [The Wonders of Technology]: ??? [The Spot]: ??? [You're Going to Hell]: ??? [Last one There Wins]: ??? [Ya'll Need Jesus]: ??? [Tone Shift!]:??? [Dumbass]: ??? [Smartass]: ??? [Thank you, may I have another?]: ??? [I've made a Mistake]: ??? [REFERENCES!]: ??? [Pun-ishment]: ??? [Unexpected]: ??? [Wuvvy-Duvvy]: ??? [This Sucks]: ??? [What a Mess]: ??? [Unlimited Salt Works]: ??? [Taboo]: ??? [Primal Urges]: ??? [That's not how it works!]: ??? [Oh Thank God]: ??? [OH COME ON]: ??? [Why?]: ??? [Y tho?]: ??? [Okay.]: ??? [I love you]: ??? [And Many More!] ================================================================================================================================================== Q&A: [A Short Question and Answer Section, Answering Questions that Faust expected to have] Q: Is Faust's Interactive 2 now a Dead Forum? A: Faust does not expect to update it anymore. However, those who made requests will likely still see their stories written. Particularly Blooper's, which will be part of a different thread entirely... Q: Why is [World Listed] Not an available Option? A: As before, Faust has decided to revamp a little, and will add worlds as they are discovered, or unlocked. If things progress well, or too long without something that people request, Faust may put up some unlock conditions for them to fill out. Q: Are our plots from before Un-done? Do we have to re-do things? A: As before, most things are the same as before. Your ranks with certain girls has not changed, and most things are the same.... With a few select changes, and things that would incite an achievement if you point them out... Q: Is there going to be a Bounty Board This time? A: Perhaps. But for now, let's just get our feet wet in the story, and see from there. Q: Can we unlock more playable characters? A: Yes, you can. More female and male characters, through certain actions.... Q: Can we submit playmates again? A: Yes. Faust will prepare a format right after the Q&A Q: [Not actually a question, but a harsh criticism, or a hateful comment] A: Faust apologizes for bothering you, and requests you avoid stories that do not meet your level of merit. Faust sincerely hopes you have a nicer day. Q: Is [Character name] old enough to be doing these kind of things? I'm calling the police! A: Faust insists every character in his stories are of the legal age for you to see them in that kind of a manner, unless explicitly stated. Faust's characters are not the selves portrayed in their medias as they are, but merely variants of the legal consenting age for wherever your viewing location is. Q: When's the next update? A: SoonTM ==================================================================================================================================================== Playmate Submission Guidelines: [For when a character provided doesn't match up with something you want, or simply if you desire someone in specific. Merely submit, and follow this format to have them added. Warning: Character may not be as prominent as a previously listed one, without actively seeking them out.....] Character Name: [What is the name of the character you are Submitting?] Character Appearance: [What does this character look like? Feel free to use images, or descriptions. Details of note are Hair, eyes, Bust, Rump, and Relative Height.] Bladder Size: [Does this character have a Prominent, an Average, or a small bladder? Tummy Capacity: [Does this character have Firm control over her tummy troubles? write [NA] if you don't want them having tummy trouble] Lust: [How easily is this character provoked into Vulgarity?] (Easily, Average, or Slowly?] Extra: [Any Extra Details about this character you care to share?] Personality: [Be as Detailed as you like. Author may have to improvise if one isn't thorough enough..] Location: [Are you a Magic Academy Student, or a Normal Student?] Sexuality: [Do you like Guys, Girls, or Both?] (As a Note, only female playmates are allowed to be submitted right now.] [Faust thanks you all for Reading over the years, and Faust hopes this interactive Goes on just as much as the last ones have.]
  2. So as many of you will know by now, I’ve been experimenting a lot with different pads this past month. I’ve leaked into period pads, squirted into light incontinence pads, accidently soaked panties, and developed a new appreciation for Poise products in this time. If you are interested in my other pad reviews/tests, check them out, I've included links at the end of my post. As you can see I’ve been a busy girl. What with wearing Goodnites to bed nightly, and pads during the day, I’ve been wearing more protection this past month, than I’ve worn in years. This was my usual routine all the way up through my undergraduate days, but it’s been a while. Anyhow, when I last ordered some Molicare diapers from my online source, I also asked for some random samples, and because I’d already tried out all their diaper samples, I asked them to throw in some pads as well. Thus, why I have this particular Tena incontinence pad. I can’t honestly remember the exact variety of pad this is, it’s been sitting in my pad collection, plumply teasing me for a while now, and it was finally time to test this puppy out. Of all the pads I’ve randomly assembled over the past few years, this one is by far the thickest. As you can see, it has the kinds of designs on the top which I like, and also impressive gathers that make it so the pad would not sit flat for its close-up. As you can also see, these pads are seriously thick. While I did appreciate the gathers, they felt too low (and not waterproof enough) given the overall thickness of the pad. I did like how the back is significantly wider (to catch serious leaks when you are sitting down), and the longer, elongated splash zone (the sort of honey-comb section right in the middle of the pad). If feel like this splash zone is like this to allow maximum rapid absorption. Lots of pads are absorbent, but one of the problems they run into is that they can’t absorb liquid fast enough. This is why a period pad designed to absorb say 50ml of blood will leak way before it’s absorbed that much pee, because it’s overwhelmed. These pads seems to instil confidence, and so with this confidence, I decided to ramp up my ‘experimental design.’ I had the entire afternoon to myself on a weekend, so I decided to fill my bladder with tea and juice. After lunch, I slipped the pad into my panties (lovely light purple ones with blue trim), and set about drinking a big mug of green tea (which goes right through me) followed by some delicious creamy mango juice. I had a little difficulty getting the pad to stick in my panties. It didn’t have any wings and the sticky stuff didn’t stick as well as it could have. This could have been on account of how old the pad was, and another confounding issue was my sticking the pad into my panties while they were off. This is actually harder to do. When your panties are around your ankles or thighs you can move your legs to make them taught, and it’s generally easier to fit a pad into your panties. Anyhow I got there in the end, but I wasn’t all that confident in the sticky part of the pad. I feel if I was pulling down my panties while wearing this pad, I’d worry about it falling out. This wasn’t something I needed to worry about however, as I was only planning on pulling my panties down after I had thoroughly wet the pad. A couple other observations of this pad, while it was still dry. I found it thick. Thicker than a Goodnite. I thought it was almost excessively thick. With a pad this thick, I immediately thought it would be for overnight use, but you simply would never wear a pad like this overnight, it lacks effective standing gathers to grab pee if you lay on your side, and it’s shorter design means that pee running down your back, if you are a back sleeper, would soak your bum. I mean it’s a little thicker in the back, but not that much. The thickness in the back suggests to me that it is clearly intended for daytime use. If someone suffered from incontinence sufficient to require a pad of this thickness during the day, I’d recommend a diaper, with proper gathers all the way down the sides, from experience. So I’m a little unsure as to the exact intention of the pad. I suppose it is designed for cover major and significant leaks on the way to the bathroom. Like a massive key-in-latch accident, or for someone who had very large leaks when the sneeze. I reckon it could also serve to catch the first significant portion of an OAB episode, giving you enough time to get the leak under control, and find a washroom. So I suppose I’ve talked myself into this pad, but well either way, I’d probably prefer a diaper for the sense of security and thinness. Also, it’s super thick, so much so that I would worry that a diaper would be more discreet even. It created a very distinct bulge in my panties. And it was wider than my girl-sized panties. Well, given the robust claims of this pad, I decided to give it a proper, full-bladder release, rather than just a sneeze-induced squirt. So after slipping these into my panties I drank a mug of tea and then headed out to run some errands. While wandering about the grocery store I was aware of the pad from time to time, particularly when I crossed my legs. Walking was also interesting. I chose to wear tights under a knee-length dress as I was pretty sure that this pad would be clearly visible in tight jeans or something similar. I feel like the pad sort of settled into my panties after a while (curving well to match my body shape) and it was almost possible to forget about it, but not quite, as it was pretty thick. Anyhow, by the time I got back, about an hour later, I was pretty full. I could feel myself filling up all the while I was shopping, and was at the state where when I left the store (6.5 on the desperation scale), I would have certainly visited the washroom. Lately I’ve been visiting more often, and I usually go ‘just in case’ if I’m anywhere near a 4 or 5. Anyhow, I got home and was at about a 7.5. I slipped off my tights right after getting in, and went about putting the groceries away. By the time this was done I was at an 8 or more and ready to pee. Because of the thickness of the pad, I was going to release a whole bladder. I didn’t want to pee in full force though, as few incontinence products can stand up to an aggressive sudden flood. So, after putting away the last pack of noodles, I stood with my legs about a foot-width apart, in the middle of my kitchen, and carefully relaxed my PC muscles. Rather than a hissing torrent of pee, I could feel a gentle trickle suffusing my sex with warm wetness. I strained (and yes I have been practicing me Kegel’s again) to keep the flow smooth and torrential, and did a pretty good job for about 20 seconds. Then my muscles were tired and I relaxed a little too much. This time the pee released at a pretty strong flow and I could feel my lower lips getting wetter and wetter. When my bladder was about 80% empty, I clenched and stopped the flow to a trickle, and then stopped. While I was soaking the pad, I could feel a little more wetness than usual on my left inner thigh. When you wet any incontinence product there is always a little lag while the product absorbs the liquid, but in this case, the wetness didn’t go away. Inspecting my panties after I waddled over to the bathroom, I noticed that the sort of frilly gathers were soaked on the left side. Because of the design of the standing gathers, they seem to collect liquid, and this left me feeling wet. Only a little got on my leg and I think if I had been wearing pants, the leak would not have been visible from the outside. Oh, and when I say waddle, I mean waddle, as the pad was very thick after absorbing almost a full Rachel bladder. As you can see, the pad did successfully hold an entire Rachel bladder. Purple panties are great for showing wet spots, and there were not wet spots on my panties after this experiment. Overall, my evaluation of these pads is good. They absorbed a lot (comparable to a Goodnite!), they were not uncomfortable, and I liked the coverage they give the bum. I think this is important, because while I do most of my tests standing somewhere in my apartment, people (myself included) have accidents sitting down and in otherwise not upright positions, and the bum tends to be where this pee goes. I bet these would also be pretty good for sleeping in, though the coverage in the back and front might not stand up to laying down. I’ll have to get another pad and test this out some night. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed this test and look for more coming soon. I’ve been testing out lots of pads lately! Rachel p.s. If you like my content, please let me know, and support my by purchasing a video or even a pair of my panties from my site: http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties My other pad tests to date: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/41139-always-discreet-test/
  3. Huge accident

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  4. The following story isn't REAL but I am still including myself in the story! So let's begin! I was wearing some black Adidas track pants, a white T-shirt with some draws on it and a black Adidas track jacket because it was a bit cold outside, oh and snickers.I was going to watch a movie at cinema, first time I was very thirsty so I ordered a large soda with some popcorn and then I realized I haven't peed for a while and for some reasons I wasn't worried at all. Probably because I didn't feel anything. I entered the auditorium(the room where you watch the movie) and I was enjoying the movie. I was eating my buttered popcorn, I love this popcorn's flavour(I like this flavour in reality too) and drinking my soda. In the first five minutes I drank 10 ml of soda and suddenly I remember I haven't pee since in the morning so I started to worry but I was trying to concentrate on the movie. In 30 minutes I finished my popcorn and my soda and another minutes(10) later i felt a little ''pain'' in my bladder. 3 hours left until the end of the movie. Again, i was concentrating on watching the movie without thinking about the urge to pee. But that was not the case, since there were some cutscenes from the film which included water,rivers,waterfalls and so on. 20-30 minutes later, my bladder started to fill up. But I decided to stay there and don't lose any interesting scenes. 2h 30m left. From now I began to squirm,fidget and tapping & rubbing my legs with my hands. The movie was so cool so I didn't want to go until the movie was over. For 35 minutes I started to think about different stuff, this is what I do when I am about to burst. I was feeling like I was at school when the teacher didn't let me to use the toilet. OK so 2h 30m-35m=1h 55m. 1h 55m left. 15 minutes later, I decided to take my pee break, but it looked like i was the unluckiest person in the world. When I was about to get out of the auditorium, I saw a very long line all the way to the restroom, so i came back to my seat, probably i lost something interesting from the film. 10 min. later I said in my mind: "God, why are you doing this to me, I should've gone when I had the chance, why this movie doesn't have commercials, you know like in TV''. Because I was a bit stressed about this afterwards, i got hot so I unzip my track jacket and then I took it off. For another 30 minutes, same thing. 1 hour left. I wanted to try to go to the restroom but..... another problem has came up. A big fat guy was sitting in my left and then i said in my mind again:''where the hell did he come from'' and how did he sit here so fast and silent'' cause I didn't hear him. He was sitting on the first chair of the row, and i was sitting on the third one. I saw him he was about to take a nap during the film. But why did I call this situation a problem? Well because he's fat, he streched his feet to the next chair in front, like a train barrier or level crossing. I forgot to mention that his feet were also big so I couldn't jump over his legs. There was another option I can go to the opposite way but the way was at the end like a dead end street, so I was unable to go there. So there was only one option left: ask him. So I started by first to get up: me:excuse me, dude! Can you put your feet down so I can pass? him:(waking up)why? me:because I have to pee so bad since the beginning of the movie. him:sorry dude i'm too lazy, go in the other way me:there is a ''dead end street''. don't you see it? him:then you should've gone before. So my answer is NO me:but I really have to go him:I don't care(he came back to sleep) When I heard him saying this, I was shocked. So i came back to my seat again. This situation took around 20 minutes so 40 minutes left. So for the rest of the minutes I did the same thing but in a order:1.fidgeting and squirming; 2.tapping my feet; 3.tapping the hand on my legs; 4.holding my crotch; 5.rubbing my thighs with my hands and again from the beginning. I kept doing things for like a half an hour but no chance. So i started to wet myself and I could feel my pee going down my legs until it reaches my feet and my sneakers also. I was shocked again but then I realized that my pants are black. Initially, the soaked spot can be seen for a while(i guess) but after 6 min, it becomes invisible a little bit, so i wasn't worried afterwards. I noticed that the fat guy wasn't here anymore, probably he left before the end of the movie. The movie was over. When I came back home, i took my pants off and put them in washing machine and I took a shower. I really have to admit that i enjoyed the good relief even though i was in public. THE END OF THE STORY. I wonder if this is gonna happen tome in the future, like the coincidence between the two ships Titan and Titanic(here's a link:http://newsfeed.time.com/2012/04/14/author-predicts-titanic-sinking-14-years-earlier/). IT WOULD BE GREAT!!!!! I hope you enjoyed my ''weird story''. Probably you've never seen stories like this before!
  5. Preschool/Daycare Accidents

    Now, accidents, I'm sure most of us had them when we were younger. For this, I'm focusing on the ages, between say, 3 and 7. I want you guys to try and recall memories, no matter how vague. While the majority of stories will be wetting accidents, poop accidents are allowed. Since I started the thread, its only fair I start it off. Now, this story takes me back. It was in 2003 or so. I was about five years old, maybe five and a half. I went to the local YMCA for preschool, or maybe it was daycare. Maybe it was both, moving on. I was wearing a light blue shirt, dark blue sweatpants, and some shoes. Now, here's the thing, gonna lay a little backstory about me back then. You see, I wasn't technically potty trained. True, I knew how to use the toilet, and how to tell when I had to go, but using diapers and beings changed seemed to help me bond more with my mom. I wasn't nervous about using diapers, and was never caught, not even by the staff. I would fill them, and no one would notice. On that day, I had a pretty substantial breakfast, including a bottle of milk or two. On that day, we were studying the Chinese Zodiac. We were called up to pick the animal we were born under, cut it out, and get it pasted onto two Popsicle sticks. I, at the time, thought I had been born under the dragon, because dragons are cool, and I liked them. What my five year old mind didn't know, which I would find out a few years after, when I was eight or nine, was that, being born in early February, I was actually a tiger, but that's beside the point. I cut out my paper dragon, and joined my classmates in the line. I only knew a few of them by name, but we didn't keep in touch. I was near the back of the line. It was a moment later that breakfast came to haunt me. I felt a sharp tingling sensation in my bladder, and my bowels felt quite full. I gently rubbed my stomach, rubbing my legs together. I normally wouldn't worry about using my diaper, but with the teacher so close, and several other kids behind me, I feared they would sniff me out. I didn't know whether or not some of my classmates were in diapers, or Pull-Ups, I never noticed if they were. Normally, I would just let go into my diaper, or find a place to relax, but I didn't want to lose my spot in line, or tell the teacher where I had been. I could already feel a few dribbles spurt into my padding, and something shifting in my gut. I knew I wouldn't hold it in much longer. I "accidentally" dropped my paper crane. My dark blue sweatpants hid my diaper pretty well. I bent down to pick it up, and began to push. I smiled as I felt a stream of urine soak my diaper, warming it up. At the same time, I blasted out a fart, muffled by my diaper and pants, and began to fill the back with a squishy mush. I stood up, got my paper dragon glued, and went on my stinky way. I was later change in the car, or get changed, rather. I shall share more stories at a later date, in the mean time, why don't you guys share yours?
  6. Wetting Dares [NEW]

    I have seen that some people want to join this topic again. So im starting it up again. Basically you tell a dare and then if someone choses they can pick that dare and do it. Then they can post their story or pics on how the dare went down. Feel free to post dares, do dares, or both. Hope you all enjoy
  7. Imagine waking up in a world where toilets just don't exist. People still have to go, but toilets don't exist. When you need to wee, that's what you do. Where ever you are, whatever you're wearing. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "You know you've got a bed for a reason, Gem" She says, smirking and gesturing lazily in the direction of my room. "You can't keep falling asleep on the sofa like that" She says, pushing my feet to the floor and nearly throwing me over with them. "It can't be good for your neck." "I didn't mean to..." I protest lazily, swinging my legs down and sitting up. "I was watching TV ... *Yawn* ... and I just kinda fell asleep." "Where've I heard that one before?" Sophie says, rubbing her chin and feigning thought. "Was it yesterday? Or maybe the day before that?" "Okay Sophe, it's been everyday this week-" "Month" "...month. Still, it means I don't have to make my bed in the morning." She looks at me with her hips cocked and smirks again. "Come on lazy. It's time for breakfast." I heave myself off the couch and follow Sophie into the kitchen. It's not much, just university accommodation, five rooms. Two bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The table's in the kitchen, a rickety wooden thing from a Swedish furniture shop that Sophie managed to put together over the space of a week. 'Because it's really complicated!' she says. How hard can putting bits of wood onto other bits of wood really be? I mean they gave her instructions and everything! Sophie leans over the stove as she gets breakfast ready. She's a fairly small girl, barely five foot in total, and quite slim built. Don't let that fool you though, she could eat for King and Country. She's got relatively long wavy hair, a shade somewhere between reddish and brunette, and it comes down her shoulder blades. As she fiddles with the frying pans and the stove, I can just about see them moving under her pale white tank-top, which hangs loosely over her frame, above her light-blue pyjama pants. Her PJs are kinda old - she's had them since well before I met her, but she insists that they're fine considering that no-one's really ever going to see them. When I tell her that I can see them she just kinda winks and smirks at me. I, in contrast, am a little taller than average, and a little heavier too, though I won't ever admit that out loud. Not massive, just a bit...chubby. Nothing a diet and couple months at the gym won't fix, but I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm far too busy for the gym - if I spend all my time down there, how am I going to fit in all my sleeping? Anyway, the last time I went to the gym I slipped on the treadmill and got slung across to the dumbbells. On my face. That video did a few rounds on campus. I only wear these track pants because they're really very comfy, and that's all that matters when there's a back-to-back marathon on TV. Red Dwarf or Black Adder on a good day, Homes under the hammer or Home accounting made easy on a not so good day. Or a day where I'm too lazy to reach for the remote. That coffee table is quite a stretch if I'm already lying down after all. I've gone on a tangent - more about me - I've got messy brown hair, kept loosely out of my face with a clip, and only kept pointed downwards thanks to gravity. I can't remember the last time I used my hair-brush. Sophie turns around with the first frying pan and drops a couple slice of bacon onto my plate, then a couple onto hers. Then a couple more. Then another. She smiles and turns back to the stove with her now empty pan. "It's not fair" I say to Sophie. "How can you eat so much and have a figure like that?". It only makes it worse that she's dancing along slightly to the radio as she cooks, swaying her hips. Slim, carefully rounded. You'd think she was athletic if walking up two flights of stairs didn't wind her. "Just great genes!" she says, kicking her hips to one side. "Not just jeans" I say. "You'd look great in anything!" I watch her backside swing side to side, the cheeks forms visible as the PJ fabric sits over them. The handful of tears that bare tiny glimpses of skin. The large dark spot emanating from between her thighs as she - What. As Sophie stands there cooking, smiling and dancing, her bladder starts emptying. Without any warning, or any indication that she even needed to go, Sophie quite happily wets herself. A dark stain casts it's way over the curve of her cheeks, slightly upwards and around, while that same stain quickly descends straight down between her thighs. Within a second, the sound of splattering joins the spitting and sizzling of the frying pans on the grill, as pee hits the floor between Sophie's legs. Sophie meanwhile starts humming as she prods into the pan with a wooden spoon. Dark specks appear on Sophie's calves as pee runs through the fabric of her PJs rather than straight down, catching her calves on the way to the floor. a few more seconds and her calves are soaked. At the same time, the wet stain from her backside has spread as far down at her knees, spreading to the side as the flow with the curves of her body. Our dull kitchen light flickers and Sophie's soaked legs glisten as the light changes. I can only sit and stare, mouth agape, from my wooden chair. Her PJs barely soak any of it up they're so thin, so pee continues to run down, through and over them, creating a thin layer of pee that soaks over the fabric. Meanwhile, streaks flow down and cares every curve of her skin, surrounding her ankles, running over the top of her foot, and spilling between her toes, joining into the now-quite-large puddle beneath her. The laminated wooden floor of course doesn't soak anything in, and none of the puddle runs anywhere, and so the puddle just grows as Sophie quite happily adds to it. She steps to one side to put one empty frying pan into the sink at the far end of the kitchen, her wet foot slapping on the wood, her wet PJs flicking a few drips in the same direction. When she steps back there's half a wet foot-print showing where she'd been. She turns around with another frying pan, smiling. She doesn't so far as acknowledge the thin yellow stream from between her legs as she prongs a sausage and puts it onto my plate. I look up at her with one eyebrow raised as she stabs another and puts it down. She sees the way I'm staring at her and frowns. "What's up?" She says, Putting sausage after sausage onto her own plate, and letting her stream finish into her PJs. Once she's got a small pile, she turns around again to the grill, splishing with every step. She turns around with the third pan, and spoons out a fried egg and a fried tomato onto my plate. She leans back and empties the rest of the pan onto her plate. She turns around again, ass glistening in the light, and drops the pan into the sink. She comes back, pulls out a chair and flicks a few drips of her legs before taking a seat, squishing as her backside hits the wood. I hear her squish her legs dry under the table as she starts cutting her way into a sausage. As she puts her first mouthful in, she looks back to me, waiting for the answer. I'm too struck to really think of what to say. "Hello, earth to Gemsie?" Sophie says, leaning to one side and squeezing more drips out her PJs and onto the floor. "Something up? You look like you've seen a ghost." She says, popping more sausage into her mouth. "Sophie...what the fuck?" "Huh? Oh, right, I forgot the hash browns!" She says, smacking herself in the face. "I knew I was forgetting something" She says, smirking like I'm playing. Then she looks at my confused expression and mirrors one back at me. "You aren't this mad about hash browns?" "No, not the hash br- Sophie, you just pissed yourself." Sophie looks down to her legs, then at the puddle. Then at me, still as confused. "Yeah?" I put my hands out, hoping for an explanation. "I had to pee" Sophie says to me, as if it's a decent explanation. "What else do you want me to do?" "Use the toilet like a civilised human being?" "What-let?" "What?" "What the hell's a toi...thing you just said?" "Toilet?" "Yeah that, what is that?" "It's where you go to pee" I say to her, now a bit concerned. "My PJs?" "Do you usually pee in them?" "If I'm wearing them" "What?" "If I'm not then no" "Where do you usually....hang on. You're having me on, aren't you?" I say to her. "This is some kind of prank" Sophie looks at me like I'm being weird. I look at the calander. April 1. "Ha! I knew it! It's April fools day! You're having me on!" "Oh shit, it is! Dammit, I had something pretty great lined up too!" "That wasn't trying to convince me you've never heard of a toilet?" "What are you...No, I was going to cold spaghetti in your slippers. Where are your slippers anyway?" "I stopped wearing them. After you put spaghetti in them last year" Sophie chuckles so hard she nearly chokes on her bacon. "Oh yeah! I remember that!". Once we've finished eating, we both leave the table, with me carefully avoiding Sophie's puddle and Sophie splashing through it like it's not even there as we put our dishes in the sink for later. We both leave the kitchen and Sophie heads to her room while I head to the bathroom. I open the door, step inside, and - And there's no toilet. Sink, shower, bath, little metal bin with a foot-lever. No toilet. I lean out the door to see Sophie getting changed in the lounge, sliding her soaked Pyjamas to the floor, baring her still glistening legs. "Hey Sophe, where's the loo?" "The what?" "The loo- the toilet" "Stop making stuff up, I already know this is some April fools joke" she says to me. This has to be some kind of elaborate prank, I just know it. There's no way that toilets don't exist! I've spent the past eighteen years of my life using them daily! Well, except for that one time I was fifteen and the bar staff didn't ask for ID. I must have used my jeans at least three times. They were black so no-one noticed until I let out a sigh on use number 3. I think we were all barred from that place on the spot. I guess I should of waited until I wasn't buying drinks at the time. Still, you live and you learn. "Hey, you finished in there yet?" Sophie asks, poking her head through the door. She's gotten changed now into a grey pinafore dress, white blouse, and grey tights. "I want to clean my teeth before we leave for college." "Huh? Oh, give me a sec". She sighs and leaves again as she realises I haven't so much as turned on a tap yet. I turn the tap on and start getting ready. The two of us leave the flat and head to the bus stop. I haven't pee'd yet, but right now I don't really need to go - and I refuse to believe toilets aren't real! As we stand at the bus stop, another woman joins us. She takes her seat on the far end and opens her newspaper. We don't pay her much mind and carry on talking, until a splashing sound distracts me. This woman, sat at the bus stop, just proceeds to wet herself. I stare, confused, and Sophie nudges me. "Hey, what is with you today?" "She's" - I cut my voice down to a whisper. "She's just wet herself too!" "And?" "Have I gone mad? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird?" "I guess so!" Sophie says, grinning and leaning back on the bus stop. I glance back to the woman, who seems more interested in the story about the president on the front page than the massive wet stain going down her jeans and into her trainers. She moves her foot a couple times, sending ripples across the still warm puddle as it streams into the road side. "Here" Sophie says. "Ask her if she's ever heard of a toil't or whatever it was." "Okay" I say. "I will." I turn to the woman. She looks about mid-twenties. Short brown hair, jeans and sneakers, blue hoodie. She flicks one leg to the side. It suddenly dawns on me that it's quite rude to ask someone who's just had an accident if they know what a toilet is. I turn back to Sophie. "No." "What?" Sophie asks. "Fine, I'll ask." "No don-" "Excuse me miss" Sophie says. The woman looks up and smiles, pee still dripping onto the floor from her seat. "My friend here would like to know if you've ever heard of a toil...tai - what was it Gemma?" I'm blushing bright red at how rude this is. "T-toilet" I correct her. "A toilet" Sophie says. "Toilet?" The woman repeats, as she finishes using hers. Is that some kind of foreign food? Sophie turns to me. "Now will you stop with this toilet nonsense?" The bus arrives and we step on. I refuse to sit down, which further confuses Sophie, who decides she'll stand with me. My reasoning is that all the seat are wet. Sophie reasons that I've gone mad. I pick my bag up off the floor as a man stood near me empties his bladder into his gym kit. I don't want my papers getting soaked in that. Sophie agrees with me for once, so maybe I'm not totally mad. The bus journey's quite long, so I get ample time for my bladder to start filling up. By the time we get off I'm starting to show signs of needing to go. Signs like leaning side to side, pressing my hand between my legs, and - by the last stop - moaning. I get one really weird look from this 30 something looking woman and her daughter, wearing matching wet skirts. Well, only one skirt was wet when they got on the bus. Arriving in college and everything is still just as strange. Friends stood in groups, some legs dry, some wet, some with streams splattering down to the ground between their feet. Teachers and staff walking around, some stopping to talk, some working, some making puddles. I can only think about how sorry I feel for the cleaner. "We've got history first, right?" Sophie says, startling me a little. "I think so". I say to her, pulling my phone out my bag. "Yeah, history, with that new teacher, Miss Lynn" "We have Miss Lynn?" Sophie asks. "She's a qualified teacher now?" "Yeah, she was doing her experience year last year, now she's a real teacher." "Huh" Sophie says. "She can't be over 25 right?" "I don't think so" I say, shuffling my legs. "She certainly doesn't look it" "Oh yeah, she look really good for her age" A new voice butts in. We both turn around to see Anna walk up and join us. "What I wouldn't give for a body like hers!" Anna's in our history class. She's taller than the two of us, but quite thin. She's got long straight blonde hair, tied back in a pony tail. She's wearing a white blouse with one of those ruffled fronts, and a grey skirt beneath, and a pair of grey tights. "Why do you want a body like Miss Lynn's?" Sophie asks. "You've got a pretty great body yourself!" "Well, I don't want to be in her body" Anna says. "I want to be with it - she's a total cutie!" "So you do kinda want to be in it" I say to her. Anna smirks. "How are you two anyway?" Anna asks. "Good weekend?" "Yeah, it was alright" I answer first. Sophie looks at me. "Gemma's in bit of a strange mood, she's spent all morning talking about something called a 'toilet'" "A what?" Anna asks, looking at me. I roll my eyes. "A toilet, somewhere you go to pee" "What, like here?" Anna says. "There's a name for places you've peed?" "No, it's a specific place you go to pee" Sophie tells her. "Gemma's just making it up, some kind of April fools joke. I fold my arms and look at them both disbelievingly. "Why would I make that up? It's common sense." Anna giggles. "Why would you come up with something so strange? What's the point?" "So you don't get pee all over you all the time!" I almost shout. "You're dry right now, right? You must have used a toilet!" Anna looks down at her skirt. "No, I haven't 'used a toilet'. I just haven't been yet" "Why not go now and get it out the way?" Sophie says to her. "Maybe you can get Gemma to go too, she's been holding it in all morning." "Oh you shouldn't hold it in, Gems" Anna says to me. "That's not good for your health". "Plus it makes you look like one of those weird people who get a kick from holding it in all day" Sophie says. She pauses for a moment. Then she smirks. "You don't, do you?" Sophie asks, grinning. "Oh my god you do!" Anna laughs. "No wonder she's made up this weird toilet thing! She's getting off to this!" I blush a bright red. "You two shut up! I don't get turned on by this!" "Look at her!" Anna giggles. "She's holding herself and everything! Legs wrapped around each other - you're absolutely into this!" "S-shut up! I am not!" I've only now realised quite how badly I need to go. I've been too busy talking and being confused to even notice that I'm wrapped around myself trying not to pee. I bend over a little and press both hands between my legs to hold everything back in. "Look at the way she's trying so hard!" Sophie giggles. "I don't get it!" "It's not some kink! I'm not going to piss myself!" "You really are weird!" Anna says. As she starts to say this, she decides to empty her own bladder. Anna and Sophie continue talking, while I sort of listen and hold myself quite desperately, which isn't easy now that Anna's decided she's just going to pee in her skirt. At first, a few black streaks make their way down her thighs, creeping down and spreading past her knees. As the stream gains momentum, it begins pouring out her tights and splattering to the floor. Her and Sophie don't pay the slightest attention to the warm spreading stain around Anna's legs, staining her grey tights a glistening black. What the tights can't absorb just runs over them, dripping and pouring onto the carpeted floor of the college, splattering and soaking in, not so much leaving a puddle as a huge dark stain beneath her. Pee pours down her legs, with some of it catching her tight skirt. A black shape begins to form between her thighs as her skirt begins to soak up what it can. I stare unknowingly as drip after drip cascades between her thighs, barely slowed by the fabric of her tights. Anna shifts her weight from one foot to the other, knocking into a stream, which sends a large volume of quite strong yellow pee plummeting onto the floor. Anna then adjusts herself to stand with her legs apart, letting the golden stream cascade uninterrupted to the ground beneath her feet. Anna and Sophie don't even stop talking while Anna has just completely soaked herself. "Wow, Anna" Sophie says after the last few drips hit the ground. "You need to drink more" "What?" I cut in. "She needs to drink more? She's just pissed herself!" "Yeah I know" Sophie adds, with a look that suggests I'm the weird one here. "But did you see the colour? That was practically orange!" "What colour should it be?" Anna asks. "Kind of a clear colour" "Like Gemma's?" "You're finally going Gemma?" I look down and I see a drip or two escape. I must have been so entranced watching Anna wetting herself that I lost a little control! I feel the warm, damp heat spread down my thighs an inch or so. I blush hard as I hear it splatter into the carpet. I wince and manage to hold the rest back in. I don't have long left now until I can't hold it back and lose it all "Oh just let it go, Gemmy." Sophie says. "What're you trying to prove?" "I-I'm not just going to piss myself like a kid!" I whimper, trying not to do exactly that. "I-I can hold it!" "Why?" Anna asks, squishing her legs together. Hearing that is almost too much, and a small squirt is lost into my underwear. "If you want to hold it like some weirdo you go ahead, Gems" Sophie says, smirking. "Anyway, we need to get to class" We walk to class as a group. Well, I hobble more than walk, but with a bladder this full I think that's excusable. Sitting down in my chair seems to make the whole ordeal that bit more bearable. For the first ten minutes nothing strange goes on - Miss Lynn tells us what to do, and we do it. Today we're looking into causes for the Cuban missile Crisis, but the only crisis I can think of is the one inside me, begging for release. "Is everything alright, Gemma?" I look up to see Miss Lynn looking down at me. I've got one hand between my legs, and the other hand tapping a pen against my text book. "Uhh, I gotta - Nothing, it's nothing." "Gemma" She says, smiling. "It's my job to help you here, there's no need to be embarrassed to ask for help." "H-honestly I'm fine" "Let's see" She says, leaning in to read my work. "Ah, you're looking at Kennedy's reaction, right? With the blockade?" "Y-yeah" She turns around to the front of the table again. I look up at her again. She's not too much older than any of us, but arguably quite a lot more attractive. She's got olive skin and slightly curled dark hair. She's wearing a pair of tight fitting green shorts and a white tank top. Her face is quite soft and pretty, with freckels from cheek to cheek. She smiles at me behind her glasses and I look back down to the book. She starts explaining to me how Kennedy's blockade was the peaceful approach, about how the Soviet ships turned back, and how it could have avoided war, but the only thing I'm trying to avoid is an accident. Miss Lynn isn't though, while she's explaining all this to me, she has one of her own. She doesn't even hesitate or falter - she just carries on teaching me. I sit there, in my chair, staring at the green shorts of my teacher as there's a sudden dark burst and her crotch is immediately soaked by a surge of warm pee, accompanied by a muffled hiss. It pours down and out the legs of her shorts, splattering to the ground. A singular, powerful stream erupts from directly between her legs, pounding into the ground between her feet, flickering droplets upwards as they splash against the floor. Some of them splash against my legs, causing me to squirt out another dribble or two, which crash to the ground - not that you can really tell over the thunderous splashing of Miss Lynn's stream as she quite happily goes into her shorts. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other in front of me, interrupting the stream and sending it coursing down her right leg. At least now the splashing's stopped, as the pee is clinging to her skin, wrapping it's way over her leg before finding it's way into her shoe. She's wearing a pair of green canvas shoes, and the green canvas doesn't hesitate to begin soaking it all in. Within second one of her shoes is several shades darker than the other, and the white laces are slightly yellowed as warm pee continues to flood over them. She doesn't seem to care as she tries to point at parts of my text book to prove points about how Kennedy made the best decision. The only decision I can think of right now is whether or not to accept that toilets really don't exist anymore, and watching my teacher quite casually urinating in front of me like this is really making me question if they toilets ever really did exist. "Gemma?" Miss Lynn asks, pee still falling out her shorts. "Is something wrong?" "I - I think so, M-miss Lynn..." "What's wrong?" "I...N-nothing..." "Something's wrong, what is it?" Miss Lynn asks. She spreads her legs side to side to lean down, and once again her pee falls straight onto the floor. "N-nothing!" I insist, biting onto my fist. "N-nothing!" "Hold on, let me finish this" She says, standing up again. She stands still in front of me, continuing to pee. It takes me a moment to realise she means she wants to finish peeing, by which point the last few drops are falling from her shorts. "Right" She says. "Come with me" "W-what?" She doesn't say anything, she gestures with her head. I haven't really got a choice, I stand up, squirting out a little more as I do. I'm so concentrated on not peeing now that I don't notices Miss Lynn's quite large puddle until I hear my foot splash into it. I wince again, then carry on out the room. "So, Gemma" Miss Lynn says, leaning against the wall and leaving a wet mark. "Something's on your mind." "I....I need to pee..." I admit, blushing. She looks at me like I'm saying something that doesn't make sense. "What's stopping you?" She says after a brief hesitation. "I...N-nothing" "You saw what I did when I had to pee, right? Just do that" "I....fine." I give up. This world doesn't make sense. No toilets, just pee where-ever. I give up. I submit. I let go. The entire world seems to shudder and freeze as I relax my bladder. I let out a massive sigh as relief hits me like a truck. My body, as if it had been ready for this, immediately complies, and within seconds I'm peeing at full force into my tights, which soak up what they can, leaving a huge, warm dark patch. The patch spreads down my legs, bringing all the heat with it. Pee begins to splash down my legs, splashing and pattering onto the carpet, creating a very satisfying puddle around me as it all pours out. I gasp for air and lean back against the wall, letting it all pour out of me. I feel the heat spread over my legs, down and around my thighs and ass, as pee begins to soak it's way over me. I can feel myself grinning inanely at the sweet relief takes over my entire body. My bladder is pushing as hard as it can, creating a sharp hiss inside my skirt as I do my best to force out the contents of my bladder. I shudder as the relief continues to grow, and I can feel the warmth spreading up and around my back. The world almost begins to fade away, until it's just me and my emptying bladder, and all the pee pouring out of me, soaking through my clothes, running down and over my skin, pooling below my feet. I let my body slide down the wall, sitting now in my fresh, warm, and ever-growing puddle. I land with a splash on the surprisingly soft floor. Pee continues to pour out of me, running over my skin and up my back now until I can feel it at my shoulder blades. I grin and stretch and open my eyes, expecting to see Miss Lynn. I don't see Miss Lynn though. I open my eyes slowly, and I'm not in the corridor at college. I look around. I'm in the lounge of my flat. I shut my eyes and grin. "Hey Gemma. Get up, lazy! You're gonna be late" "Huh?" I stammer, opening my eyes and looking around. Looking down I can see my grey Track pants and bare feet hanging over the end of the couch and my roommate at the far end of them, leaning over me and grinning. "Gemma! Oh for - I keep telling you not to sleep there!" "What?" It takes me a moment to realise what's happening. I look down further. Between my legs is a very dark patch in my track pants. My legs, my back and my ass are very warm, and very wet. "I-it was all a dream..." I mumble, looking down as I continue peeing in my track-pants. "Would you stop peeing now! I have to clean this couch! Geez, get up and go use the toilet, would you!" "Hold on, let me finish here..."
  8. Omo Rocket's art thread

    I've been posting a bit of omo art lately, and decided i'd start my own thread. To begin, here's a little comic i made about a desperate security guard.
  9. So I have never really tried to write a fetish based story before. I have always been content to be a leech, enjoying the work of others. However, that is going to change, I have recently been inspired to actually write something down of my own creation. I might be a little dark, and it has a fair degree of medical bondage thrown into the mixture, but I hope that it is good enough for this forum. Warning strong language present. Without further ado: Baby Katerina’s New Life The now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I don’t really know how long I have been out for this time, in this place time has no meaning to me. I have taken to talking to myself inside my head and narrating my day to keep from going mad. More to the point, the now familiar “hiss, tick” of my ventilator is the first sound that greets my ears every morning after awakening from my drug induced sleep. I am trapped in this bed, unable to move, thanks to my captors having placed me in an incredibly restrictive cast. I am totally immobile; my world view is limited to what portions of the ceiling and what portions of the floor I can see. and I can only see one or the other. It all depends on whether I am face up or face down. There are 24 tiles above me, 17 below; I have counted them all many times. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this, being trapped here in this room, restrained, ventilated, and controlled. Other times I try to accept my new reality. Sometimes I cry. Not as often as I did in the beginning, but still sometimes I cry. I don’t know how long I have been like this; the days are of indeterminate length. I have seen only one person since I became this way, she tends to me. She checks my trach for signs of infection; she positions the turning frame to keep me from getting bedsores. My cath bags are drained, and my feeding tube is opened or closed. That is the extent of my human interaction. She never says a word, never even really looks at me, she does her tasks and she retreats back to the world of the living. I can feel myself getting sleepy again, I guess it is time to go to sleep again. “Hiss, tick” When I dream, and I dream often here. I remember my life before; I had just finished my Masters of Science degree, with a focus on organic chemistry. I remember walking, seeing the sun, breathing the fresh air (well as fresh as it can be in the city). I had a wonderful girlfriend, Elizabeth, Liz to me, who was happy just to be with me, that is all gone now. This morning was different; when I awoke I saw a face! A familiar face! I saw my Liz! There was a look of satisfaction on her face that was unusual. She spoke. “Is the period of adjustment almost over?” Another voice responded, “Yes, she is ready to go when you are.” And, just like that my life changed. I had so many questions to ask Liz. What had happened to me being chief amongst them. All of a sudden there was a flurry of activity in my room. People came from everywhere it seemed. I heard the buzzing of a saw and I felt a stab of fear. But Liz came into my field of view and stroked my cheek she told me, “Don’t worry this is all part of the process” And the cutting began, slowly I was being cut out of my shell. They did my legs first, then my torso, then my arms, and finally my head. I felt strangely limp without my fibreglass shell, my head didn’t want to stay up on its own. I felt like a pool of jelly. Liz held my head in her hand and said, “Don’t worry Baby, we are going to get you all sorted out. Right now how about a bath? You kinda smell.” Did I? Did I smell? I suppose I must have having been in the cast for so long. I felt a warm sensation on my feet, I tried to look, but I was so weak, I couldn’t raise my head. I was getting a sponge bath I surmised. All too soon it was over, but I felt refreshed, I felt better. It is amazing how much you appreciate the feeling of freshness. Liz took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I saw her hand reach forward, she grabbed my chin, and moved my head so I could look into her eyes. I saw a look of hunger there I had never seen, a sort of predatory satisfaction. But as soon as I saw it, it was gone; replaced by a look of tender care so quickly I am unsure if it was there at all. My head dropped back down to my chest, I started to drool. I heard her leave, had I been breathing on my own I am sure I would have been hyperventilating, was I going to be left alone again? Time passed. “Hiss, tick”. I hear footsteps approach my bed. It Liz, she was back! I heard another set of footsteps, and an unfamiliar female voice. “Well, Ms. Mason she will be ready for transport within the hour, all you have to do is sign the release papers and she is all yours.” What? Release papers? What on earth were they talking about? Liz answered, “Thank-you Doctor, you and your staff have been most accommodating these last years. The final payment will be transferred as discussed.” Payment? Accommodating? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, last years? YEARS!? I have been trapped here for years? No wonder I was so weak. I tried to speak, nothing, not even a whisper of a squeak came from my mouth. Now I was really scared. For the first time in a long time, I asked myself what had happened to me? Liz approached my bed again. “Now Kat, I am sure you have questions, and I will answer them as best I can as soon as I can. But for now, let’s have you just blink, twice for yes and thrice for no, okay? Go on show me you understand.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Of course I understand”. “Good girl! Are you ready to get out of here?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice “Duh!”. “Okay let’s get you all suited up” What did she mean by that I wonder? I was about to find out. The nurse came in and spoke to Liz. “Well we have the chair, and the brace as you requested, the only question is, are you going to leave her cathed? She will be totally incontinent as per your request, cathing is so much easier, and allows for more dignity in her case.” “Excellent, I am excited to see her in her new chair and suit, as for the caths remove them. I have arranged for another method of controlling her eliminations.” The nurse responded, “Very well Ms. Mason” and proceeded to walk towards my bed. The nurse didn’t even acknowledge me and she reached between my legs, I was used to it. What I wasn’t used to was the feeling of deflation that occurred within me. I felt a tube slither its way out of my vagina, and another, a much bigger one out of my rear. The nurse deposited the caths in a tray and was out of the room as quickly as she came. I was alone with Liz again. She approached me. “Kat I am going to attach your legs to a pulley here so we can keep getting you ready to leave okay? I’ll answer all of your questions in due time.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, what was I going to day put up a fight? I was as limp as a cooked noodle, the only course of action was to agree. I felt my legs get spread apart, and then they were hoisted up into the air. They were so small! I guess years of immobility had taken their toll on my once lithe form. My feet looked weird were they always that twisted? I hadn’t seen them for so long. I guess I got so used to seeing only the ceiling and floor. This was all a little much for me. I felt a cool sensation on my vagina, and I smelled Baby powder. Was I being put into diapers? The answer was yes. “Okay Kat, so you heard the nurse, you are going to be totally incontinent for a while and since I am going to be your primary caregiver, I have decided to go the diaper method, I feel like this will allow us to get re-acquainted after such a long time. Don’t you? Now your diapers are rather special, they are designed to be hyper-absorbent, so even when you are messy, you don’t have to worry about them, that is my job now understand? I am going to take care of you.” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Thank-you so much Liz” “Good girl! I am glad you are being so good about this whole thing” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “You are taking me out of here, nothing to be good about.” I heard the sound of something heavy rolling towards my bed, I yearned to look, but all I succeeded in doing was drooling onto my chest. Liz noticed that immediately. “Oh Kat, let’s get that dried up, we don’t want you to get any kind of rash right?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Well that was gross” She mopped up my drool, and repositioned my bed a little lower so my head wasn’t resting on my chest, but rather on my pillow, that was better. I heard another voice, a male one this time. “Alrighty Ms. Mason, here is the brace as ordered, I can now see why it needs to be so restrictive, this poor girl doesn’t have much mobility in her at all eh?” Liz replied, “Yes Dave, as you can see she is quite limp, but that is how it goes with the nature of her injury.” Injury? What? Last time I checked I was fine, I just woke up here one day and here I have stayed. Did something happen to me? Did I get hurt? More questions. I felt a hand on my back sitting me up, and laying me back down against something cold, it soon warmed up. Next I saw what I take to be the upper portion of my brace get lowered onto my torso. It might was well have been a suit of armour, there was almost no skin showing. Next I heard Liz say, “Open your mouth.” I tried, in the end she had to help me with that. I felt something metallic on my teeth, and protrude from my lips. Then I heard, “We are going to have to detach her ventilator to proceed. On three, one, two, three.” There was a hiss, and a feeling of breathlessness, I was free of the vent, I tried to take my first free breath. Nothing. I was suffocating! Panic swirled in my head. Then there was a tremendous pressure and I felt my neck get moved. Another hiss, I could breathe again! I guess after years I was ventilator dependant. That was a scary thought. My head was now being held quite stiffly by my brace. I tried to move my head, which was a waste of effort. If I couldn’t move my head before the brace from lack of muscle control, what made me think I could with a brace? I saw a large bib get placed over my head. A small trickle of drool escaped past whatever was protruding out of my mouth, it landed on my bib. Liz chuckled when she saw this. “Something else we are both going to have to get used to” I felt warmth between my legs and my diaper swelled, I guess I was peeing. That was a strange sensation, after being so far removed from my bodily functions to feel it trickle around me was quite novel. Liz noticed my distraction. “Something the matter Kat? Does something hurt?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked three times for no “No, just relishing my pee” “Oh well, okay then” She answered, totally unaware of my new experiences. Dave started to talk again, “Ms. Mason we are ready to proceed with the final tightening, if you could just stand over here, thank-you” I felt the brace compress and I was once again rigidly locked within a shell, metal in place of fibreglass. “Ms. Mason if you could direct your attention to these latches at her sides here, and behind her ears here? These must be opened to allow for baths and changes. As arranged the brace is a permanent attachment and cannot be removed totally, but these had to be put in place.” “Thank-you Dave, you may leave us now” “Very good Ms. Mason” Did he say that this brace was permanent? Another question to add to the list. I heard Dave turn and walk out, I strained my eyes to get a glimpse of him, but all I succeeded in doing is looking at his back as he left. I heard another sound, this time of soft wheels. I saw a monstrosity of a wheel chair enter my limited field of view. Was this for me? It must be. Liz spoke, “Ahhh excellent, Kat this is your new chair. It comes complete with everything. Portable ventilator, attendant control, arm and foot rests. This is the top of the line model for you my dearest one. Do you like it?” I didn’t know how to respond, she came into my field of view. “Well?” I was unsure how to proceed “You know Kat when someone asks you a question it is polite to respond, I could leave you here for a couple more months, maybe you will appreciate all I have arranged for you then.” Her voice had an edge to it that I had never heard before. This was new, when we were together before she would never have made such an obvious threat, “Hiss, tick” I quickly blinked twice for yes. “Like hell you are, don’t even joke about that Liz”. Her voice resumed its normal timbre “I am glad you like it; let’s get you inside shall we?” I felt a sensation of weightlessness; I was being lifted off of my bed for the first time I assumed in years. There was no dignity though, I felt like a sack of grain being transported. I was unhooked from the sling. I felt the soft padding of the chair against my legs. The tremendous bulk of my diaper kept my legs apart, even had I been able to move them, I doubt that I could have brought them together. She came into my field of view once again, she was holding something they looked like large plastic hands. “These are for you Kat, they will keep your hands from curling up. After being casted for so long your tendons have shortened, these will help. I have some for your feet as well.” She undid the Velcro and placed them on my hands and feet, it was really uncomfortable having her unfold my fists, but when it was over it felt better, more natural. “Ready to go home baby?” Liz asked. “Hiss, tick, Hiss, tick” I blinked twice, had I blinked three times I am sure we would have gone anyway, she controlled the wheelchair, I was just along for the ride. A blanket was placed over me. “To protect your dignity dear, we don’t need the whole world seeing your diaper. Which is wet, was that what had you all distracted earlier?” “Hiss tick” I blinked twice, she wasn’t looking at me or at least I couldn’t see her looking at me. I guess it was a rhetorical question. “But yes that was what had me distracted Liz” We were off, it was strange to leave the room I had occupied for so long, and it was nice to get a change of scenery. Down the corridors we went and into an elevator. It was a short ride down to the garage. We left the elevator and came upon a large van, you know like the kind for moving cargo. Liz positioned me at the rear of the vehicle. She went around the side of the vehicle and the back opened, a lift emerged. She wheeled me onto the ramp and into the van. She secured the chair and got into the driver’s seat. “Oops almost forgot” she said “We can’t ruin the surprise can we?” A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Dammit! I was really looking forward to seeing outside. I tried to make my displeasure known, but nothing not even a sound. I heard the van start up and move. I don’t know how long we drove for. I wet again, the diaper swelled. Liz was silent, and I did what I do best, I zoned out by listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “We’re home baby!” That phrase brought me back to reality, where is home for me now? The blindfold was removed and I was eager to see where we were. It was a garage, yippee. Liz got out of the vehicle and removed me. We went through a large door, large enough to easily accommodate my chair. My chair? No, the chair. Also it was not my vent it was the vent. Just as they weren’t my diapers they were the diapers I couldn’t get into the habit of calling them mine; I would not need them forever. Recovery was just around the bend. Liz started to talk to me. “Okay Kat, I am going to give you the grand tour and then I will answer your questions okay?” It wasn’t really a request, more like a statement of fact, I just blinked twice. “Hiss, tick” “Goody!” I heard her clap her hands. “So where to start? This house has been totally adapted to your needs so there is no place you can’t go. Although it’s not like you will be going anywhere around here without me steering you there. This is the main room, where we will be spending the majority of our time together.” She wheeled me around “Next is the bathroom, pretty standard, except for the shower, that is specially designed with your needs in mind. Here is our room, as you can see it adjoins the bathroom.” I got a good look at the bedroom, looked pretty comfy, and then I saw it, another hospital bed. I sighed to myself. Liz continued, heedless to my disappointment. “This is the kitchen, where I will be preparing our food. And finally here is the storage space, plenty of room for whatever.” I noticed that there were bags upon bags of diapers, tubes, I.V. stands, another ventilator everything that was needed for my care it seemed. “Okay Kat, question time. I am sure you are anxious to know what happened to you?” “Hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick, hiss, tick” I blinked so many times I thought I would never stop. “Well here is the short version, as you well know I have a nurturing streak in my nature. We explored that a bit during our play, you being my Baby me being your Mommy. I decided to take it a little further than I am sure you would have been comfortable with. You know my family has money right? Well there was a break-in gone bad and they were all gunned down. I was in Europe with you when that happened, let me tell you I was devastated” She winked at me. “That left me the sole heir to the money.” I remembered that, she was a wreck, she barely ate, barely did anything in her grief. Was it all an act? My eyes got wide as the Machiavellian nature of her personality descended onto me. “After the funerals, I told you -if you remember- ‘We need to take a break, I need some time to myself’. You being the good girl you are obliged me. With that, I was off, I sold many of the assets my family controlled and invested in a private clinic in a country where government oversight can be taken care of with a bribe. I got it all set up, everything I would need to make our little ABDL play a more permanent thing. I hired a man to drug and kidnap you, and take you to my clinic. That is that, you remained there being tended to like a plant. That was 2015, it is 2019 now Kat. It has been four years, nobody is mourning you now. Of course I put on a big show, pledging reward money for information on your fate or whereabouts. Your parents were so grateful; they took me into their home, made me feel like family. They are dead by the way. Cancer. I love cesium. With that my plan came to fruition, it has been quite an exercise in patience. That is some of ‘the what has been done, and the all of the why I did it’. Now time for the rest of the ‘what I have done’.” I was openly crying, had I been able to move I am sure I would have been sobbing, my chest heaving with emotion. As it stood tears streamed down my cheeks, the ventilator kept up its steady “hiss, tick”. “Oh, baby don’t cry for them, they have been gone from this earth for years now. Fresh as the pain is to you, it will pass.” I looked at her as best I could, with what I hoped was hatred. She noticed. “Hey! Now none of that Miss oh-so-young-and needy. I can make your life very uncomfortable should I choose. You are comfortable only by my say so, got it?” That tone made my blood run cold, I was dependent upon her for everything, and as much as I hated her I needed her. She continued. “After your abduction you were kept sedated and vented for two years, which allowed your diaphragm to atrophy rendering you permanently dependent upon your ventilator. I decided upon the trach mounted ventilator, which gave me so much more leeway for your brace. You vocal chords had to go of course, can’t have you making a fuss every time you need a change. It is up to me where and when or even if you receive one. I had your Achilles tendons removed, after all they aren’t going to be much use to you now. Despite what the nurse mentioned earlier, you will forever be totally incontinent, I had your urinary and rectal sphincters removed. That is all. If you think about it, and believe you me I am sure you will, it could have been so much worse.” I was crying openly again, why me, why me, why me? She moved into my range of vision. “Would you like to see yourself, your new you?” I didn’t respond I was too emotional. I felt a hand on my head. Had I been able to I would have flinched away, as it stood I remained motionless. “Not going to answer? Well as you know silence denotes tacit consent, so without further ado.” She wheeled me to a gigantic mirror in the bedroom, and removed the blanket. The sight that greeted my eyes when I dared to open them shocked me. I looked like a freak. The first thing I noticed was the trach, but then I saw the brace. No wonder I couldn’t move! It extended up the back of my neck to the top of my ears. Then there was the mouthpiece, which was the source of my drooling problem. They might as well have given me a metal jaw; there was a top portion that exited the top of my mouth and joined around my ears to the back of my neck and to the back of the brace. Then there was a lower piece the exited my lower jaw and followed the contours of my chin and jaw perfectly and attached at either side of my neck to the front of the brace. In effect the brace had replaced my neck. Then there was the diaper. It was huge, it ballooned out of the front of me, and I am sure it was the same out of the back. Liz saw my eyes get wide. “Like what you see baby?” I blinked my response, one, two, and three “No I do not, why Liz!? Why!? “Hmmm... Well I like it and that is all that matters, you have no say in the matter.” I continued to examine my brace and my body, my arms were so skinny, having seen my legs I expected it somewhat, but not to this extent. I then realised something. I would never walk again, never stand again. I started to cry again, that was all I could do. Liz started talking again somehow sensing why I was crying this time. “Well unlike your legs, your arms are not a totally forgone conclusion, during your sedation I took several physical therapy courses; we are going to work on that. I do still want you to be able to grab things. Who knows in a couple of months you might be able to feed yourself. As it stands the feeding tube is going to stay in for now.” I looked at her with hopeful pleading in my eyes, if she was going to rob me of everything, anything she chose to give back to me was a blessing. “Well I am sure you are tired after today, and you smell like you could use a change, what say we take care of that and get you off to bed okay princess?” Need a change? Then I felt it, I was messy, when did that happen? What could I do, argue? Like that would get me anywhere. “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. She wheeled me into the bedroom, unhooked the vent, hoisted me out of the chair, lowered me to the bed, and reattached the vent. There I lay; I felt the mess in the diaper press against me. I felt so dirty, but much like the wettings of earlier it was a novel experience. I realised then that it was something I was going to have to get used to, if this was going to be my new reality then I was going to have to adjust. Like I did in the clinic, I have to adjust. “Okay Kat, let’s get you clean, and dry and off to bed.” Liz proceeded to untape the diaper and cleanse my most sensitive area. It had been years since I was touched like that, and to my shame I reacted intensely. I had an orgasm during a diaper change, I was so embarrassed. Liz just kept up the cleaning, after all I was unable to move so the orgasm was really just another fluid exiting my body and entering my diaper. She creamed me and powdered me and taped me back into another diaper, the one I would use for the night. “Sweet dreams baby, see you tomorrow” I blinked twice. I felt myself getting really tired all of a sudden, did she drug me? I realised something then, if this was to be my existence for the rest of my life as Liz’s experiment I had to make the most of it. Take all the good and avoid the bad as much as possible. I felt my diaper swell. That was the last thought I had before I passed out. “Hiss, tick” Two years later (Present day) “Good morning sweetie!” Mommy/Liz chimed, as she did every morning. “Are you ready for a big day?” “Hiss, tick” I blinked twice. “Yes I most certainly am! Let’s go Mommy/Liz!” “Okay then, let’s get baby all ready for breakfast.” Mommy/Liz hoisted me out of my bed, lowered me into my chair, I felt my nightly mess squish against me and the inside of my diaper –I was unfazed by this Mommy/Liz would take care of it. She unhooked my ventilator, reattached my ventilator, and wheeled me into the kitchen. Due to the restrictions imposed on my body by my brace I was pretty limited in the food selections available to me, not like I was ever given any real choice Mommy/Liz knew what was best for me. But because of my good behaviour the last couple of months and the successes I have made with my PT. My brace had been modified to allow me to eat more solid food. I could now open my mouth all by myself, the brace still protruded out of my mouth, covering my teeth like a metal denture but I could do it all by myself! The feeding tube was not gone, I still needed to get my proper nutrition, but at least I got to taste food again. Like plain oatmeal, I love plain oatmeal! Actually that was the only food I got to eat, now that I think about it, but still oatmeal! Yummy! I clumsily spooned the food into my mouth, getting as much on me as in me, but I was proud, I could use my right hand! My left was useless, it wasn’t even my hand. It was a pale plastic imitation, more like a club than a hand. Mommy/Liz was so proud of me, it showed in her eyes, caring and nurturing and full of love. Was that love? Or was that the old predatory, conquering look again? I looked again, nope it was love I am sure of it. “Messy baby, let’s get you all cleaned up” Mommy/Liz took a towel and cleaned my face; she detached the spoon from its Velcro holder on my hand. She removed my soiled bib, and did not place a new one around my neck leaving my brace in full view. That was unusual, is something special happening today? Mommy/Liz wheeled me back into the bedroom. “Let’s get you ready for your shower okay baby?” Not like it was really a question directed towards me, it would happen whether I wanted it or not. Like everything in my life it happened at the whim of Liz. Liz that fucking bitch, I had a moment of dreadful clarity as she was hoisting me onto the shower gurney. Fuck her! She did this to us! Fucking bitch! I feel a cold breeze as my diaper is removed. No! No! No! Bad Kat! Don’t think like that, Mommy is good to us, she takes care of us, and she loves us. No she doesn’t love us! We are her experiment, look what she has done to us! Mommy loves us! She feeds us, changes us, and keeps us warm and safe. My reverie was interrupted by a jet of icy cold water on my head. Apparently Mommy/Liz had been talking to us and we ignored her, which is a big mistake on our part. That is how we lose things, like how we lost our left hand. “Are you listening to me Baby!?” The tone of her voice snaps us back to reality, it is a danger tone. I have no idea what she was talking about, but to not answer is the most dangerous game of all so. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Of course whatever you say” She smiles “I am so glad you see it that way baby, me too” What did I just agree to? Uncertainly fills my heart. The water is warmed up and Mommy/Liz begins washing us. As much as we hate/love her, this feels so good. I relax as much as my brace allows me to. Mommy/Liz soaps me and scrubs me, paying close attention to the delicate skin under my brace, and the sensitive skin of my diaper area. Soon, too soon the weekly shower is concluded. Mommy/Liz dries us off, and closes up our brace and I am hoisted back over to the bed. This is the next best part of my day, the application of a fresh diaper, especially after shower day. I feel fresh for much longer. Mommy/Liz creams me, powders me, and seals me into my new toilet for the morning. Then she is gone, leaving me there lying on the bed, I can’t move. Not an unusual situation for me, I fall into old habits and zone out, listening to my ventilator. “Hiss, tick”. “Do you like it Baby?” Mommy/Liz asks. “I had it made special for you, it is so we can out together, just like we used to.” What is she talking about? Then I see it. It is a piece of clothing. For me? Really? I never get to wear clothing. It is always just my diaper, my brace and my bib. Maybe a blanket if it is cold. An actual piece of clothing for me? I feel tears in my eyes. I love it Mommy! I want to say, but instead, “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. She looks genuinely happy that I like it. It was one of the rare instances where a question was actually directed at me, and not a foregone conclusion posed as a question. “Well let’s get it into you. We’re going for a walk.” What!? Did I hear her right? No, it’s impossible she is taking me outside? Really! I am overwhelmed with joy. I haven’t seen the sky in years, or felt the breeze, or seen anything alive other than Mommy/Liz. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Today rocks! Clothes, and a walk? Fucking A1!” She hoists me up, and places the specially designed dress on me. I feel so pretty. My diaper swells, I am peeing. I pay it no mind, it is doing its job. And just like that I am dressed. Mommy/Liz lowers me back into my chair. The only thing that ruins the moment is that as soon as I am down into my chair, I see a new bib get lowered over my head. “Do you want to see yourself Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice “Yes please Mommy” She wheels me over to the mirror, which when I first saw myself all those months ago I hated it, not that I like it now, but I am used to my reflection. I see myself,my brace is still the most noticeable thing about me, other than my trach and my chair. Next is my diaper. At least to me that is what I see first. But I do my best to ignore all that. I am so pretty! The dress is perfect, you can still see my diaper, and the bib covers the majority of the dress but I don’t care about that. I feel beautiful and special. Just like that, I am dressed. “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Lets go already” Nine months ago “Hiss, tick” it is the only sound I make, it is not even made by me, but by a machine that I am attached to. I rely on a machine to breathe for me. “Hiss, tick” I hate that noise. Liz enters into my field of view. “Are you ready for your PT dear?” She tries to sound like she cares, but she doesn’t care about me, she did this to me. Crippled me, made me incontinent. Robbed me of my career, my family, EVERYTHING! I hate her. I blink my answer at her. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three blinks for a “No I am not ready”. “Really, is that how you want today to be? Really? Are you sure? She is asking me all of these questions, I just stare at her, sullenly, with hate. “Okay then, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I guess someone likes sitting in their wet and stinky diaper. Them that don’t do their PT don’t get a new diaper today.” That makes me think, I don’t really know if I am dirty, I can’t tell unless I am hoisted up and lowered down. I know I am wet though, I am going to assume that she knows that state of the diaper better than me. No, we must be steadfast, this is the only defiance I can muster, not doing my PT. “Looks like someone is going to get a punishment if she keeps this up.” What is she on about now? Punishment what more could she do to me, let her come at me. “Do your worst you Whore!” I shout in my head. All that happens is, “Hiss, tick”. “Kat! This is your last chance, don’t make me do something you are going to regret.” “Hiss, tick” I continue to stare at her. “Fuck you, bitch” “Fine then, you are getting a punishment. Remember this Kat, I gave you chances.” She leaves my field of view, I sense her beside me, near the ventilator. “Hiss, tick” I feel, funny. “Hiss, tick” Really sleepy. Did she drug me again? That is the last thing I remember. “Hiss, tick”. “Good morning Kat!” I hear her voice though the fog. “Have a good sleepy?” I come to, nothing feels different, was that it? Was that the punishment, that’s it? All of those threats for what? A nap? I feel as empowered as I can feel in my situation. “I hope you won’t make me do something like that again, it hurts Mommy to do those things to you. Do you know what I did?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes you stupid whore, you made me have a nap, so what? The more I sleep the closer I am to death and freedom, fuck yourself.” “Really you know?” She walks into my limited field of vision “Really, because I think you think all I made you do is sleep. But really, I did so much more. Remember when I first brought you home I told you ‘it could have be so much worse’ well, I made it a little worse. Do you want to know how?” “Hiss, tick” I blink slowly once, twice. I am beginning to feel fear, what did she do to me this time? “Let’s go over to the mirror Baby, and take a good look at ourselves.” She walked behind me, and wheeled me to the mirror, the mirror that I hate, and the reflection that I hate. “See anything different? Anything missing?” I look, and I look, I feel my diaper swell. Same brace, same vent, same diaper, same chair, no nothing out of my new ordinary. But then I see her motion to her left hand, I look at mine in the mirror. I have always been a lefty, heck it was the one we were focused on during my PT I could even move it, I try. It doesn’t move, it is there I can feel it, I try again. It still doesn’t move. I look at Liz, she looks sad. I look back at my left hand, closer this time, there is something off about it. It is shiny, glossy, FAKE! Oh my GOD!! She took my HAND! My fucking HAND! That was my writing hand, I was practicing so we could communicate. FUCK! I look at her. “Hiss, tick” The tears are streaming steadily onto my cheeks. She looks back at me steadily. “You gave me no choice Baby, I gave you fair warning, that is the punishment you get.” Her tone is monotonous, almost robotic, the look of sadness still in her eyes. “I told you it hurts Mommy to do things like this to you. Maybe now you will be a good Baby, and do your PT like you are supposed to. Now let’s get you to bed you have had a rough day, and you smell like you need a change. Present day “Ready?” Mommy/Liz asks “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Let’s go already” I don’t remember being this excited, I am going outside. Mommy/Liz opens the front door. I feel sunlight on my face, I open my eyes. It is so bright! I close them again, I slowly open them. We lived out in the country? How could I have not noticed? Then again I am always inside. Would that I could breathe on my own I would have gasped, and sighed and gasped again in contentment and wonder. As it was I had to make do with the “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. “Oh my goodness, Baby, let’s get a hat on your head and sunglasses on your face!” I feel a hat go on my head, and I see sunglasses on the approach. I will admit, I actually appreciate the shades. After years of being in darkness, and semi-darkness, the un-filtered sunlight was a little much for my eyes. “Is that better Baby” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I am not sure if it was an actual question, or one of the foregone conclusion questions that are directed my way. But experience has taught me, and today’s little reminder reinforced it. Always answer Mommy/Liz. She is wheeling me down the walk, past the fence, and onto the lane. It is so pretty, I can hear birds, the crunch of dirt beneath the wheels of my chair. I see trees. I don’t think I have been this happy in a long time. I could die right now and be content. Maybe life isn’t so bad afterall? Mommy/Liz hasn’t said a thing to me for a while. It takes all of my strength, but I lift my right hand up off of the rest and let it fall limply to the side of my wheelchair. I feel my diaper swell. Mommy/Liz stops the chair, and I feel her grab my hand. Now is my chance. Fingers I demand that you work! They do! I grab Mommy’s/Liz’s hand with mine. We are holding hands, just like we used to. I am sweating with the effort that it took. I guess that effort made me more than sweaty; I pooped too. I am now sitting in a dirty, wet diaper. After all these years though, I hardly care. I hear Mommy’s/Liz’s breathing change, it sounds like a sob. She lets go of my hand. “Hiss, tick” one, two and three I blink my disagreement. “Why did you let go?” She walks around to the front of my chair, and kneels down to my eye level. This is highly out of the norm. Normally I have to strain my eyes to the top of their field to make eye contact. She has never done this before. “Baby, did you try and hold my hand?” I hear the raw emotion in her voice. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, does mean that you don’t hate me anymore?” I can see tears in the corners of her eyes. “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” “Baby, do you forgive me for what I have done to you?” There is a note in her voice I have never heard before. It sounds like regret and hope. Does she feel bad about what she has done? Does she regret what she did to me? “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes” I see her convulse, her shoulders hunch, and her eyes scrunch. And the woman that I loved, and hated, and feared, and love again is crying. No, more than that, releasing. She has been tortured about the things she has done to me. She is so beautiful right now. I feel my diaper swell. She keeps crying, and she comes in and gives me the most passionate kiss on the lips that she is able to manage with my brace. I move my right hand and with all the grace and finesse I have, and stroke her face. My hand falls limply into my lap, exhausted. Now we are both crying. She is sobbing, totally lost in her wave of released emotion. I would be too, but all I get are tears and the steady “Hiss, tick” of my ventilator. Mommy gathers herself, “Baby, are you ready to go home now?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes, Mommy” “Let’s go then” Mommy turns my chair around and starts walking back towards our house. “Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy?” “Things are going to be different from now on okay? No more punishments, I promise. No more drug induced sleeps. I am so sorry for what I did to you. It took a great person, the great person I know you now to be to forgive me for what I have done. I love you Katerina.” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. I feel my diaper swell. “I love you too Mommy” If you wish, you can divorce yourself from me entirely, I will go, I will leave you money enough for the rest of your days, you can hire a professional carer, and I will darken your world no longer. “Hiss, tick” one, two, and three I blink my disagreement. What is she crazed? Liz may have done awful things to Katerina. But she was not Liz and I was not Katerina, At least not anymore. She is Mommy and I am her Baby. “No? You mean you want me to stay?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Really Baby?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “Yes Mommy” “Baby? Do you love me?” “Hiss, tick” I blink twice. “I do Mommy, from now to forever I love you” “I love you too my Baby” The End
  10. Mack

    I have been thinking about this story for what feels like forever, but I've been very bad about writing. It will have five chapters, the way I have it pictured, so by posting the first (short, introductory) section, I'm trying to force myself into getting it all written down. We'll see how that works out :) ***** Gina Sanchez groaned and placed a hand over her protruding belly. Her OB-GYN appointment was in 45 minutes, and she had just walked out to the parking lot to find her front tire hopelessly flat. Gina sighed and reached into her purse for her AAA card and phone. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” the voice from the hotline said, “but our volume of calls is higher than usual at the moment. Because you’re in a safe area, other calls take priority. It will likely be at least an hour before we can get someone out to help you.” Gina sighed again and thanked the person on the phone. She looked back toward the school, trying to decide what to do next. She could just call a cab or ride-share, she supposed, and then come back after her appointment. She leaned back against the car to take some of the weight off of her feet. At six months pregnant, she knew she wasn’t as big as she was going to be, but the extra pounds of pregnancy – not to mention the odd distribution of the weight – took a lot of getting used to. Although their suburb was reasonably small and welcoming, Gina and her husband, Hector, had lived there less than a year, so she hadn’t made any friends who she felt comfortable calling for help in the middle of the day. While Hector started his surgical residency at the hospital in the city, Gina had gotten a job as an art teacher at the local high school. The position was only half-time; like most schools, the district couldn’t afford a full arts curriculum, so courses were only offered in the morning. Although there were usually opportunities for Gina to sub for other teachers in the afternoons, the job allowed her plenty of flexibility to prepare for the baby. Of course, that flexibility would be put to the test now. Instead of going to the doctor and then taking the rest of the afternoon to cook and continue preparing the house, Gina would have to work in a trip to the mechanics to get the tire fixed. Just as she was about to pick up her phone again to order a ride, Gina caught sight of a tall figure walking out of the school. Dominic Mackenzie - called “Mack,” as any guy with the last name of Mackenzie was legally obliged to be - was an 18-year-old senior. Gina hadn’t had him in class, but every teacher at the high school knew Mack. Everyone knew him, Gina thought, and very few would have done what she was about to do. “Dominic!” Gina called, waving across the parking lot. Mack turned and squinted. He hesitated, his face masked of any real emotion, but then started walking toward Mrs. Sanchez’s car. Gina inhaled deeply. She knew about Mack, of course, but she’d never personally had any problems with him. And ultimately, the important thing about the boy at the moment was that he worked at a local garage, so Gina was reasonably sure he knew how to change a tire. The unimportant, though not entirely irrelevant thing was that Mack had a fairly outsized reputation at the school. Gina tried not to listen to all of the rumors, of course, bandied about by students and teachers alike, but one set of facts remained undeniable: about three months ago, just before winter break, Mack and another student had gotten into a vicious fight, ending with Mack breaking the other boy’s jaw. Such violence from a high schooler, especially at a school not at all known for aggression among the students, was bound to create stories. Mack was a gang member, Mack was an enforcer for a drug ring in the city, Mack was the young leader of an underground fight club…Gina didn’t take any of these rumors at face value, but Mack had exactly the kind of quiet personality and lack of social connections that all but urged others to fill in the blanks on his unknown story. Mack’s tall, dark, and broad-shouldered stature only added to the bad-boy persona that the entire school seemed willing to foist upon him. “What’s going on, Mrs. Sanchez?” Mack asked, quietly but not prohibitively. The boy was certainly intimidating, staring down at her from under thick eyebrows, but Gina wasn’t fearful by nature. She had a problem, and this young man could help her fix it. Gina smiled and gestured toward the completely flat tire. “I have a spare in the trunk, but I can’t do it myself. Could you please help me?” Mack paused. In a split second, unseen by Mrs. Sanchez, dozens of thoughts and considerations flew through his mind. But all he said was “Of course. Can you pop the trunk?” Gina grinned, relieved. She pulled the trunk open and stepped aside. With practiced hands, Mack lifted the cover and pulled out the lug wrench and wheel wedges. “It doesn’t take long, right?” Gina asked, more to make conversation than out of any real concern for the time. “Just a few minutes,” Mack replied, kicking the wedges under the opposite tire. He didn’t mean to be curt, but he hadn’t planned on the ten to fifteen extra minutes. Not that he would have left a pregnant woman in need of help, of course, but keeping his schedule was very important. “You’re not going to be late, are you?” Gina continued as Mack raised the jack. Mack didn’t answer right away, so Gina continued. “You go Dermot’s in the afternoons, right?” Dermot’s Garage was the mechanic where Mack worked. Apprenticed, really. “I’ll be fine,” the teen responded. He was now crouched down, loosening the lug nuts from the flat tire. Gina gave up trying to make conversation. Mack wasn’t being rude, she knew, but if he wasn’t big on chatting – at the very least, not with teachers outside of school – she wasn’t going to force it from him, especially not when he was already doing her a favor. Mack worked efficiently but thoroughly, removing the flat tire and placing it in the well in the trunk. He stood at the back of the car for just a moment before returning to the front wheel. He placed the spare onto the wheel and began tightening the bolts, alternating back and forth across the wheel to keep the tire balanced. Gina didn’t really know anything about changing tires, so she didn’t notice the brief, oddly-spaced hesitations in Mack’s work, or how he subtly shifted position multiple times. Mack had been honest when he’d told Mrs. Sanchez that it wouldn’t take long, but minutes mattered. Mack gnawed on the inside of his lip, glad that the work was almost finished. The spare in place, Mack lowered the jack and walked to the other side of the car to pick up the wedges. As he stood up, wedges in hand, he froze for a second. Gina, who was inspecting the spare tire placement (not really knowing what she was looking for, other than that it looked straight and secure), didn’t see. By the time she looked up, Mack was returning the materials to the trunk and securing the cover. “Thank you so much, Dominic,” Gina said, once again using his first name as a marker of professional distinction. “No problem, Mrs. Sanchez,” Mack nodded once in acknowledgement and turned to leave. “Can I pay you?” Gina asked, raising her voice to call him back. Mack paused, but didn’t turn around. “I don’t have a lot of cash, but I can give you something for your time-“ “It’s fine,” Mack interrupted, his voice clipped with a sense that Gina couldn’t quite interpret. He was facing away from her, but looked sideways over his shoulder. “Well, is there anything el-“ Gina cut herself off. There was an odd sound, a kind of trickling that seemed amplified in the school parking lot. Momentarily confused, Gina started to speak. “Dominic? What-“ But she cut herself off again as she noticed a puddle growing around Mack’s right foot. Instantly, realization snapped into place, and she shut her mouth abruptly. For several long, uncomfortable seconds that seemed like much longer, student and teacher stood without speaking, with only the terribly out-of-place sound of liquid rushing against fabric before pattering onto the asphalt between them. When the sound finally stopped, Mack exhaled slowly. The right leg of his jeans was soaked, as were his left sock and shoe. “Dominic…” Gina breathed, unsure of what to say or do. Mack kept his feet planted, facing away from Mrs. Sanchez. He knew she couldn’t see the full stain on his jeans, but the sound and the puddle on the ground were plenty incriminating. There’s no way she didn’t know what had just happened. “That’s just a donut, not a full spare,” Mack spoke softly but evenly over his shoulder. “So you don’t want to go over 50 miles per hour. You’ll want to get it replaced as soon as you can.” Gina blinked, not quite able to process the past 60 seconds. “Dominic, are you-“ Mack raised his head and met Mrs. Sanchez’s eyes. His gaze was steady and unabashed. “Do you need anything else, Mrs. Sanchez?” Gina’s mouth was slightly open, but she straightened her neck and tried to follow the student’s lead. “No, Dominic,” she deliberately kept her voice clear. If Mack was going to continue as if nothing happened, then so would she. “I really appreciate your help.” Mack nodded and strode away, leaving Gina wondering what exactly had just happened.
  11. Today I found this girl's video: I've never seen her, so I tought it's worth sharing. She's real nice and sexy! WettingLightBlueJeans.mp4 If repost, sorry... Below you can also find the link to vk, where I found it. Enjoy! :) WARNING: NUDITY AT THE END https://vk.com/video167883956_171041594
  12. JAV - Sink and Urinal Peeing

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    Well here are four films, classic JAVs ripped from a streaming site. In all of them desperate Japanese women (school girls and office ladies) are desperate to pee, and rather than shamefully, they do what most women would do, and they find something to pee in. In the first set, this is typically a sink (and some of the women are walked in on while they are peeing in the sink). In the other set, the school girls find the women's washroom locked, so they go, and in a group (of course, typical ;), the have fun peeing standing up, panties down, into the urinals. Enjoy, Rach

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  13. Dreams of pee

    I know I made one of these topics before, but didn't feeling like searching for an abandoned thread. So here's my recent dream: Me and my friends (who are random friends who I'm 90% sure aren't into this) Cameron, John, and Mikey, had planned to have a 'pee sleepover' together in secret every day for the next few week, since we all lived as neighbors. My parents were out of town for a month, so I would host it at my house, but we needed a way to signal each other without getting parents attention. So, I was trying to find out what to do, when some random guy runs by on the street, and hands me this set of different colored boxers. "You need these more than I do." He says, runs away, his pants and shirt soaked. I look down, the boxers have labels. There's 20 pairs, 4 of each color: red, green, blue, black, purple, and each has a different label with their color respectively: distance, absorb, fill up, pool, hieght. At the top of the stack, a note reads: "Try putting these on, and seeing what happens." There's a button on a keychain attached to the note, and a needle with thread. I go home, and wear the red ones first, and nothing seems to happen for a second, then my pelvic area feels weird, but then that's it. Until I need to pee, I head to the toilet, but then the pee starts flying straight out I front of me. I freak out and turn to the side, pee flys out the door and across the hall. I realize that this is why the label says distance. I hold the pee in, as I quickly run to change pairs. I grab the blue ones; suddenly more is coming out at once, but it's not going nearly as far. I grab the black ones, and then it somehow starts collecting it this dome-like shaped pile, grab the purple ones, it starts to coat the ceiling with pee. Finally I grab the green ones, and then they seem to stick over my pelvis, and the boxers start turning darker green, filling with liquid like a sponge, then when they seem to have no more room, the boxers start expanding, growing with my pee, but then my bladder is empty. I then decide to try that button, when I press it, all evidence of pee dissapears. Then I have a really weird ideas. I first start by combing the affects. I try the black with green over them, and sure enough my pelvis non-stop expands with pee. Then I try red and blue, and now it's flying across the room, making a long mound of pee across the whole room. Then I try red and purple, and open the window, as it makes a huge arch. Then I think about the thread, and try notice it is the exact green of the green boxers. I try to thread the boxers to a shirt, put both on (somehow) and start to pee some more, the shirt now expands to, and it looks like a beer belly, and it's quite warm. Then it skips to the night where I need to get my friends attention. I see them all in their rooms across the street, waiting for a signal. I put on the black and red pairs. Then I start peeing over the street, hitting each of their windows consecutively. They all club out the windows, understanding this as the signal. I quickly head inside, switch into the black and green boxers, with shirt attached, and head downstairs to let them in, peeing and absorbing the whole way to surprise them, by the time I reach the door, boom, I look like I drank 100 beers, and my pelvis looks rediculous. The all come in, wearing shirts and underwear, and see my new look. One pokes it, surprised to find it very warm. I then show them upstairs, while simotaniously still expanding, and hand them each a set of the boxers. And show what each one does. I first explain green, showing my new size of pelvis. I then take off the green, and show the black boxers underneath, and how I'm nonstop peeing. I proceed to show the others, nearly hitting Cameron in the face with pee whole wearing red ones. Then they each try some on, and the fun begins. There is soon pee everywhere, and John seems to quickly take interest in trying to find the limit of the green clothes's size, while me, Cameron and Mikey step into the hallway, and all start trying to pee down the whole hall, using the black, blue, and red at the Same time, flooding the hallway completely. We go downstairs to get some snacks, and when we get back and return to my room, John is still in there, still growing his pelvis quickly, taking up a fourth the room. While eating, and John growing, we talk about what to do next. Mikey pipes in that we should go head around the area with our boxers, seeing as in such a weird neighborhood of weird people, it would seem pretty normal (our neighborhood is pretty weird). I grab some sweatpants, just in case, and we head out, after John squeezes through the doors. We're walking around, we each had chosen our favorite boxers to wear, I chose black, Cameron blue, Mikey red, and John still in green, and we're now walking by people on the street who were out that night, and they don't mind, accept for double takes and dodging pee. We pass by a pizza place near our neighborhood, and John says he wants some pizza, so me, Cameron, and Mikey pull our sweatpants, and then I thread Johns shirt to his boxers, and it evens out the size a bit, so he just looks like he really is just obese, and not inflating, and we give him the largest pair of sweatpants. We all head inside, having stop peeing, and order pizza to take with us, Mikey randomly having money on him. We're waiting for pizza, when I feel something warm start pressing against me, and notice John's still growing. I tell him to stop, but he refuses, slowly he fills his set, and covers the table. The pizza is ready, we leave and start to head for home. I then display the button, and press it. John suddenly reruns to normal, then tells us how nice it felt, convincing us. We all start to play video games, growing. This story took place over ten course of a few consecutive days, and feel like I might have the continuation today or tomorrow night, so be ready for more (also, you can post if you want too.)
  14. Chapter 1 “FUCK!” I yelled as I ran true a sea of trees. Behind me was a pack of beasts chasing me. “They're catching up!” the small girl strapped to my back yelled. “I know that Bab!” I yell at her as I continue to run. The beasts aren't that strong but fighting a pack of them is a different story. They could easily surround us and kill us before we could do anything. “Why in the hell did you attack the whole pack!” I yelled to Bab as I jumped over a log. “I thought there was only 3 of them,” she told me “left!” “FROST!” I yelled extending my left hand to blast the beast with cold ice magic. It was only knocked back and soon was chasing us again. “Any ideas?” “Ya don't stop running!” she yelled which really didn't help. It wasn't long however before I had to stop in front of a cliff. A raging current below us and a wild pack of beast behind us. We were out of options. I didn't have my sword. Our mana was getting low. And I can feel Bab’s diaper leaking on my back again!. “You trust me?” I asked bab. “Right now? No!” she told me already knowing what I was going to do. “Good, neither do I,” I tell her before jumping off the cliff. Both Of us screaming on our way down, the only thing I could think about was how I got here in the first place. I was just some average guy. Single, working and saving anything extra to start college in a year or two. The luckiest thing to happen to me in the last 3 years was getting a ticket for a hiking trip my friend won in a contest. Sadly his grandma passed away and was going to her funeral. So as to not waste a ticket he gave it to me. And to be honest, while I was having fun I really didn't pack well for it. I didn't know much about hiking and the clothes I bought weren't the best. Just 3 t-shirts, pants, socks, underwear, and a warm jacket. Luckily I did get myself some hiking boots but I also brought my regular pair for when we set camp and I could be more comfortable. The rest of the gear I got from my friend who was already prepared for himself. Camping Travel Cooking Utensils Set (cooking scissor, blender spatula, meat knife, cutting board, soup spoon, stainless steel turner, cook fork and a tongs,) TETON Sports Mountain Adventurer 4000 Backpack Double Sleeping Bag Sundome 2 Person Tent SURVIVAL Traveller First Aid Kit Magnesium Flints Scraper Stone (3) Pocket knife Flashlight 12 Survivors - Hand Pump Water Purifier Extra rope FiveJoy Military Folding Shovel Multi-Tool I was all set for the trip. But after the second day, something strange happens. A freak storm hit us in the middle of the hike. None of us knew what was going on until suddenly I saw a flash of light and the storm was gone. When I opened my eyes I was inside what looked like ruins. Behind me was an altar with some glowing dust scattered all around it. I was too freaked out about all of this that I ran towards the only exit I could see and into a small town. People who looked like they ware from a renaissance fair just stared wide-eyed at me. To make a long story short, I freaked out. It took the townspeople 2 days to explain to me what had happened and why I was here. I was no longer on earth but a place called Caruma. Here everything we know about fantasy is from here. A long time ago two gods fought over an empty world but their fight always lead to a draw. So they decided if they couldn't decide on the winner with their power they would use something else. They created 15 castles and hid them around Caruma. Each crystal summons something from another world. Poruma the black god summoned monsters. Rilla the wight god summoned warriors. Each crystal could summon 1 warrior every 10 years. And the first to destroy all the crystals would be the winner. Over the next 3000 years, the world was populated by man and monster. Humans built towns and temples around the summoning crystals. Out of the 15, 7 white crystals have been destroyed. While 5 dark crystals have been destroyed. When I asked about how I got here they could only give a guess. 31 years prior the town was attacked by monsters and they destroyed the crystal. But because it was already about to summon a hero the remaining pieces must have spent the last 30 years collecting power to summon me here before the crystal died. They then told me who I could go back. The crystals work as a two-way door. On this side, they gather energy and in 10 years they pull someone over. However, if you bring enough magical energy to them you can have them send you back home. The problem with this, it normally takes a lot of magic to do so and there aren't many people who have that type of magic here. So they suggested I go to a city and see if I could find any magic users to send me back. That's when we reached our final problem. I had no way to get them. When the village was destroyed all those years ago most people left and the ones who stayed are now too old or too young to take me. The only exception is a farm boy named John who was 16 2 years younger than me. But in order for him to take me, I had to first make a contract with him. In this world, the heroes learned how to tap into magic but it came with a curse. Each person had to wear a special bracelet and form a contract with another person. This unlocked the power to use magic. However, both people were cursed to never be away from each other long. Should they be away from each other for 6 hours they both will die. If one dies the other has 6 hours to find someone else to form a bond with or they will die as well. The curse can be lifted once the pair completely one of 3 quests and the bracelets can be removed while still granting the person to use magic. The reason he wants to form a bond is that it would make traveling a lot easier through the woods. He said there aren't many strong monsters here but it's better safe than sorry. I had to wait 3 more days before the contract could be made. During that time I the people let me stay with them knowing I had nothing to offer other than some small work. On my final night there I was staying at an orphanage. There were only 5 kids there. 2 boys 3 girls and women who took care of them. She asked me to stay with them for the night as the kids wanted to see what a person from another world looked like. The kids staying here are from parents who either died, left for adventure, or was just left with no idea who the parents were. It was sad but the kids enjoyed playing with me. All except one who only stared at me. The women later told me Ema was the girl's name and that while she was 14 her body was short and looked more like a 10-year-old. Also, she had some problems. For one she couldn't speak. Anything that came out of her mouth sounded like gibberish. Next, her hands couldn't hold onto things well. So she's been forced to use baby bottles. And lastly, she had to wear diapers. For some reason, her bladder was just too weak. I honestly felt bad for her. By the sounds of it, she would have to be taken care of for the rest of her life. Later that night I said my goodbyes to the kids and followed John into the woods. The contract could only be made during a full moon and when it’s made it will make a bright flash so were in the woods so as to not disturb anyone. “Ok this should be good,” he said as we were pretty far from everyone. “Now then let's begin.” He then began to chant something and soon both of our bracelets were glowing. We both raised our hands to form the contract but stopped when we heard something. The contract stopped as we looked around the forest and heard something. Upon investigating we found one of the kids spying on us. Behind them the woman yelling for the girl. Apparently, she chased after us after we left without telling the women. After a brief talk with the women, she was taking the Ema girl when she ran up to me. “be jvy ruwvj ox jvy woz, gy bojv hog c bozupw.” Ema said. As she grabbed my hand wanting me to kneel in front of her. “What’s wrong,” I asked her. “wuhy ik jvy nogyl op oil toilpye cpz gy xuwvj xol jvy luwvj.” she said. suddenly my bracelet began to glow again. “NO!” John yelled. But it was too late. A bright flash hit my eyes and for a few moments, I couldn't see. I just heard the same thing be repeated. “YES YES YES!” a girl cried out in excitement. “EMA! What did you do!” the women yelled and when I could finally see I saw the Ema girl jumping up and down with excitement. “I finally did it! I'll finally be free!” Ema said until the women grabbed her by the hand. “What did you do!?” the women yelled at Ema. “She just formed a contract. How did she even do that?” John asked. That's when I looked at the girl's arm and saw a smaller bracelet on. “Yep and now I can finally get out of here,” Ema said. “How did you even get a bracelet in the first place. And how did you activate the spell?” John asked. “I stole it from miss dumb cunt here.” Ema said and nodded at the women. “And anyone who knows magick knows that spell.” “I think the bracelets mine.” the women told John. “my husband was an adventure.” “But that still doesn't explain how she knew the spell.” he replied. “Wait, didn't she just say she already knew the spell?” I asked and everyone looked at me. “Wait you can understand me!” Ema yelled. “Of cores I can, you're not speaking gibberish anymore,” I tell her. “What are you talking about?” the women asked. “She’s still talking the same,” John told me. “The bracelets! You can understand me because of the bracelets!” Ema yelled. “What do you mean? How can the bracelets do that?” I asked and looked at John who looked very confused. “Enough of this nonsense I'm taking you home Ema and you're going to be grounded!” the women grabbed the girl and started pulling her away. “Stop! My name isn't Ema it's Bab! And I'm not going anywhere!” she said as she tried to resist the much bigger women. “Wait I need to figure this out,” I tell the women. “I'm sorry but she needs to go home. I think all this stimulant is just being too much for Ema.” she tells me. “IM NOT EMA!” the girl screamed as the women jumped when electricity popped out of the girl's hands. Once let go she ran over and got behind me. “She can already use magic!” John said in amazement. “Ema it's time to come home.” the women told her again. “I'm not Ema, I'm Bab. tell her!” the girl said to me. “She said her name’s not Ema but Bab.” I tell the women and Bab nodded in agreement. “Could she be speaking another language and it's only after the contract was formed that you can understand her.” John asked me. After this, it just became a back and forth discussion about me understanding her. We had to prove I could understand her and after a long time, we finally came to the conclusion that I could. But shortly after that, we got into the main and biggest problem. I was now connected to a tiny child and I still needed to leave! After a long discussion about everything, it was finally decided I had to take Bab with me. Because of the curse, we couldn't be more than 40 feet from each other for more than 6 hours and I couldn't stay in the town. I had to find a way home. So, I wound up adopting Bab and forced to take her with me on my journey. Sadly because of her, John could no longer come with us. The plan was to use the magic to get through safely but without it, it just becomes too much of a risk when he would have to come back alone. Before we left the women gave me a bag full of things for Bab. while her backpack had things like clothing, a pillow, blanket, and a few random things. The bag the women gave me had her more ‘personal’ things. Such as 3 bottles, a changing mat, wipes, baby powder, and a lot of diapers. She even had to show me how to change the little girl. Much to bab’s displeasure. In the end, this is where our adventure of began dropped in a new world.
  15. JAV - EE-062 (Public Wetting)

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    These Japanese ladies are super desperate in public and look for a place to pop a squat, unfortunately, they don't quite make it in time and have accidents while pulling their clothes out of the way, just before peeing. How embarrassing ;) Includes censored lady parts, wetting, peeing, panties, clean up, and in semi-public spaces. Tons of fun for all kinksters. Enjoy, Rach

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  16. JAV - EE-062 (Public Wetting) View File These Japanese ladies are super desperate in public and look for a place to pop a squat, unfortunately, they don't quite make it in time and have accidents while pulling their clothes out of the way, just before peeing. How embarrassing ;) Includes censored lady parts, wetting, peeing, panties, clean up, and in semi-public spaces. Tons of fun for all kinksters. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/22/2018 Category Public wetting Clothing  
  17. View File JAV - Sink and Urinal Peeing Well here are four films, classic JAVs ripped from a streaming site. In all of them desperate Japanese women (school girls and office ladies) are desperate to pee, and rather than shamefully, they do what most women would do, and they find something to pee in. In the first set, this is typically a sink (and some of the women are walked in on while they are peeing in the sink). In the other set, the school girls find the women's washroom locked, so they go, and in a group (of course, typical ;), the have fun peeing standing up, panties down, into the urinals. Enjoy, Rach Submitter rachelkirwan Submitted 01/22/2018 Category Peeing  
  18. Fire Emblem: Tales of Journey

    [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  19. **WARNING: This story contains extreme female desperation, wetting, bouncing around while waiting in line, and a fictional condition known as Explosive Bladder Syndrome. Explosive bladder syndrome is when a character’s bladder bursts and along with that they too explode. It is NOT bloody or gore. It is like when you see a character in Spongebob fall off a cliff and explode. Or you see Looney Toons explode with dynamite. You know they’re ok, but the fear is still there. So I hope this story is both good and a turn on.** CHAPTER 1 Jackie was a twenty-seven year old girl with tan skin, brown hair, she was not very skinny but was not fat. Her hips were rock hard, and a good size in her short shorts, tight jeans, or naked. Her boobs were a good size as well. She got home late that night from work wearing skin tight blue jeans that pressed hard on her waist and caused much bladder pains due to her already being filled with loads of pee. She had on a tight white t-shirt with a band logo on the front. It was some gray squares and red and pink blocks across them for the design. She struggled to get her keys in the door to unlock them due to her focus being taken away for her bladder. She felt like she was going to explode any second. She could usually hold a lot in and it took a lot to make her squirm or potty dance. She had not gone since this morning and worked four extra hours today which meant more coffee as well. She had her hair tied in a ponytail. She kicked open the door of her house and ran in, kicked her heels off, and ran for the bathroom. “Gotta pee, gotta pee!” She burst through the bathroom door and froze in place, her knees tight inwards as her legs wobbled. Her roommate Allison was in there brushing her teeth. They were the same age as other girls in the house. Allison had sort of tan skin, freckles on her face, short blonde hair, red pajama pants and a black t-shirt. “Hey!” she said. Jackie tried to maintain focus as she hated others knowing she was in bladder pains. Allison continued, “I’m not even done brushing my teeth.” Jackie grabbed on to the side counter, held herself up trying to look normal as sweat formed on her forehead. Her legs tight together and right foot on the tip of toes. She said, “S-S-sorry Allison. You almost done?” God, her bladder was about to burst right now. She could feel her pee fighting to exit, and every second she held off, but her muscles were weakening. “I’m alright,” Allison said. She turned the sink on and washed her mouth out. The sight of running water increased Jackie’s desperation by a lot as sweat leaked down her face. The foot that was on its tipped toes waved back and forth on them as she struggled to keep her girlhood closed. “How about you?” “I…me, hm?” Jackie could not form words. She usually could have a full bladder for hours before she would struggle, but it was so full it hurt and made her cry a little. “Allison I’m sorry but can I have the bathroom?” “Sure,” Allison said. “Let me just pee first, I am DYING!” she laughed. Jackie froze as a chill went down her spine, watching Allison pull down her pants, spread her legs, and sit on the toilet, letting out a large stream of pee. Allison let out a sigh of relief as the raging sound of pee splashing in toilet water made Jackie shake and cross her legs. Just watching another girl go and do what she so craved right now…GOD! She needed that toilet and she needed it now. Allison flushed the toilet and it almost caused Jackie to collapse. Allison washed her hands and left. Jackie was about to close the door but Someone pushed it and grabbed her arm. It was Lily. Kind of a chunky girl as well in black short shorts and pink tight top on her big breasts. She was crossed-leg about to explode. “Hey! There’s a line Jackie.” Jackie looked behind Lily and nearly died from the shock. Behind Lily was Joane. A tall, athletic girl in tight gray short shorts around her butt and a tight purple shirt muscle shirt that showed her clean arms. She held her crotch as she bounced. Behind her was Alexa. A girl with black, curly hair, freckles and crossed her legs and bounced in her green night dress. At the very end was Emily. A sort of short girl with black smooth hair and very cute. She had a very light tan skin tone and white short shorts with a black t shirt. She tapped her foot. FOUR PEOPLE! Jackie had to hold it her boiling pot of pee behind four people! TO BE CONTINUED….
  20. **Again, this is set in a universe where the Powerpuff Girlz are young adults. 18. I don't own these characters, or the background stuff that was in the show as well, but I hope you enjoy!** In the city of Townsville! Our three heroes: Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flew across everyone below, doing patrol around then city after having just defeated MoJoJoJo. One can obviously understand that having superpowered metabolisms and flying at incredibly fast speeds would make the juice inside of them shoot right into their bladders like crazy. “Alright girls!” Blossom said. She was the leader of the group. “We can head back home after this.” “About time!” Buttercup said in an annoyed tone. She was always the angry one in the group. “I have to peeeeee...” she moaned, holding herself as she flew, her hips going back and forth due to desperation. “Well, well, we’ll,” a man’s voice said. It was from a distance and sort of high pitched. Oh, dear God! It’s HIM! Watching our precious powderpuffs fly back home. Him was a man of dark magic, and came up with a spell just for a case like this. He lifted his claw hand and chanted. “Well girls, I hope one of your superpowers is bladder of steel.” Him laughed like the madman he was. The Powderpuffs got home. Professor was still out of town for the day. They got home, flying through their bedroom windows, and Buttercup ran right for the bathroom. “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!” she complained as she ran and held her crotch with her super strength. Though that was hardly proving useful. But once she got to the bathroom, all hell hit her at once. “What the?!?!” She said freaked out. The room where the bathroom was being just a coat closet. She was sure this is the right door, she’s lived here all her life and it has always been the second door in the hall down on the right. “Wh-wh,” Buttercup moaned as she bounced around in desperation and confusion. “WHERE’S THE BATHROOM?!?!” Blossom and Bubbles flew to their sister’s destination in the hall. “What happened?” Buttercup was sweating and bouncing. “The bathroom! It was here. It was always here. Wh…Where is it?” Blossom and Bubbles looked at the closet in confusion. Their sister was right, this was supposed to be the bathroom. “Hey look over there!” Blossom said. She pointed to the room across the hall. It was the bathroom. Bubbles said, “Oh thank God! I have to peeeee!” As Bubbles flew into the bathroom, Buttercup’s jaw dropped as she had to go first. She went as fast as she could and pushed Bubbles out of the way, but the bathroom door closed. They opened it, and all their eyes went wide from the shock of seeing the bathroom now the kitchen. “What’s going on here?” “Ha ha ha ah he he he HO!” Him laughed from down the hall. The red, devilish-looking villain stood tall and mighty. “Well, hello girls.” They all shouted in fear, “HIM!” “What are YOU doing here?” Blossom said alone as her sisters squirmed for their bladders in the background. Him started to speak in his lower, yet crisp voice. One that made glass shatter from the coldness it produced. Him said, “Why I just wanted to play a little game with you girls. Imagine, a world where every time you find a bathroom, POOF it vanishes. Turns into the last thing you need.” “What have you done?” Buttercup said in an annoyed voice. Her grunts clearly showed just how desperate she was. “Just a little spell I learned from some books in my certain…well…collection. Oh, how I wondered as I read through every torture spell. Then, I found one that made me think, hmm, how much would the people of the city they protect respect them, if these three heroes wet their pants in front of everyone HEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Buttercup struggled to speak with her legs crossing and uncrossing. “You…you…ah…you-.” Bubbles yelled, “YOU MONSTER!” She then stormed at full super speed at Him. But, just like black magic, Him vanished in black smoke that went away in the thin air. “What the?” Him’s voice came from around the house. “Even when you think I’m not watching, I AM!” Those last words were in a snarl of a sound. One mixed of anger and vengeance. “I’m also recording. Even when you think I’m not. So, if you for one second think you’re hidden, YOU’RE WRONG. If you think you’re safe from humiliation, ALSO WRONG! You’re legacy ends in humiliation today girls. Because if there’s one thing that doesn’t have super strength in you, it’s your tiny, weak bladders.” Him went out with a laugh so cold chills went down all the girl’s spines. Though, that may have also been from the intense desperation they were in. “We have to do something!” Bubbles said as she bounced up and down with her legs crossed. She held herself down there as her lower half became weaker and weaker. Her legs trembled from the weight of heavy pee growing inside of her. Buttercup was going through the same struggle. And…”Oh!” Blossom said. She grabbed herself and crouched over. “Now I gotta pee too.” “Time to find the bathroom,” Buttercup demanded. She let go of herself and sucked her gut in to hold in all in long enough to head out. Buttercup flew around the house. She opened the downstairs closet. It was a bathroom. “Yes!” But the second she stepped in a gust of wind so powerful blew her out, and the closet door shut. Tears were in her eyes as she said in a strained voice, “No!” She opened the door, and it was just a closet again. She looked to the kitchen. It was a bathroom. She flew to it, and POOF, it turned back into a kitchen the second she stepped foot in there. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Suddenly, Buttercup felt herself spurt a drop or two. “Oh…no….” She was very concerned as Him was right. Super strength did NOT mean super strong bladder. Blossom and Bubbles flew downstairs. They helped their sister off of her knees. All three girls trembled at the knees. They had come so far in life. Although still small with years of life ahead of them, legally these were adults. Their super powers made them seem as young as they have been since the Professor mixed sugar, spice, and everything nice that day. Only to have his then monkey assistant MoJoJoJo knock over his last, old stash of CHEMICAL X. Still, even as adults, just by the looks of things all three girls were about to go in tears as they felt they did not have much time left. “Hehehe girls,” Him said from somewhere. He was not seen, but his cold, devilish voice was heard. “You are all full of boiling pee. Your bladders are going to shatter. Maybe it’s time to accept defeat.” “NEVER!” All three Powerpuff Girls screamed. The kind of scream one does when trying to overcome a huge struggle, or about to win. The question was: would the girls win against the evil Him this time? Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, and each of their boiling, filled to the top bladders about to burst sprinted off the ground so hard thunder was heard, and they flew through the ceiling and into the city. Him suspected they may have tried something like this. Flying off into the city looking for a bathroom. So, he made sure to cast other dark spells that made their mission today a little harder. Bubbles noticed a waterfall streaming out of a building. She sights of water flowing hurt so bad in her bladder and lower belly that she did not even question why a waterfall was in the middle of a city in the first place. “EEEEE,” Bubbles moaned. Her moaning caught the attention of her sisters, who also at that moment saw what she did. The waterfall. Just the same their knees shifted over each other as their hips went back and forth holding in their pent-up pee. Their desperation was EXTREME EMERGENCY at this point. They stormed down into the street. Another of Him’s spells was cast. A fire hydrant exploded just as a dog peed on it. The dog was fine. He did not have pants to wet. But our heroes…well this was just more torture for them. They held themselves as they bounced foot to foot and in circles. “You’re running out of times girls!” Him said. His evil laughter was so loud other citizens looked all over in shock, but the noticed their heroes on the ground doing the potty dance. They started to hear giggles from the citizens they protected all these years. Blossom, the leader, shouted, “Girls, scatter!” All three of them flew off in different directions. Bubble’s lips were curved as she sweat and was so uncomfortable from the expansion inside. She felt herself start to leak. She was wetting her pants. “No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Too late. She had just enough time to fly to the top of a building and land on the roof, only to let out a huge stream of super pee. Poor Bubbles cried, as how could a hero of her status not be able to hold it in like a big girl. Her sisters form triplet telepathy knew what happened to Bubbles. It only made them not only sad for her, but scared for themselves as the feeling of one of their sisters wetting made the other two of them grow in desperation. Sweat all around their faces, and it was not even that hot of a day. Him then appeared in front of a water town that Blossom was headed for. He kicked in, and his steel, fancy black boots caused such a shock that the water town exploded, water shooting out everywhere. Blossom stopped in her tracks, but the water hit her, and the shock of cold water on her skin caused her bladder to explode. “NOOOOOOOO!” She yelled. Just as Bubbles had when she wet. Blossoms stayed in the air as she peed herself, and it fell to the ground below. Him did not know that he reappeared right below her. The pee hit him on the head and steam rose form it. Him let out a roar of pain. The pee burned into his skin and even hit his skull. “What’s going on?” He asked himself. Buttercup noticed this. As her legs crossed tight and knees up to her belly as she stayed floating in the air, she plotted how she could use Him’s weakness to her advantage. “Blossom!” Buttercup yelled. Blossom, still crying, heard her sister. “Use your ice breath, now!” Blossom was shocked to see Buttercup shoot her butt in the air, and she let out a roar of pee as she pulled thems down. As disgusting as it seemed, Blossom used her unique power of ice breath and it hit the pee in the air. Out from the clash of these two elements came a huge, yellow ice ball of pee. “Bubbles!” Buttercup yelled. Bubbles wiped tears from her eyes and looked at her sister. “Bubbles, keep Him on the ground down there. Circle the perimeter and get any civilians out.” Bubbles sniffed up her snot and tears, and flew down to the ground, circling around to push innocent people out of the way but Him could not find a way out. They remembered that their flight was so fast that it could build a super forcefield that keeps anything in, and everything out. In other words, no dark magic or powers would keep Him from escaping. “No!” Him said in despair. “This can’t be. You cannot turn this on me!” Now trapped, Buttercup used her heat vision on the giant iceburg of pee, and it melted and boiled and rained in millions of drops on Him. Him let out a scream of agony as the rain of pee left nowhere for him to escape. He burned and burned until there was nothing left. The girls, out heroes, all reached to the ground and high-fived each other. The citizens of Townsville all got around them and cheered. As bad as it stunk, they all applauded their heroes for defeating Him, once and for all. And once again the day was saved, thanks to… THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! Out from the dark lakes of Townsville where no one lived, a claw came out of the water, weak and shrunken. A familiar red claw. A voice was heard from the water, “This…isn’t…over.” THE END…?
  21. CHAPTER 1 Jona woke up in the afternoon that day. A tall, brown hair girl with athletic legs. She slept in since she had worked late last night. A student in her last year of college, Xmas break was almost over. It was New Years Eve, and the bar she worked out would be a little busy tonight. Usually just tiny waits for the tables. It was a small place in their small town where the college she and others attended. Everyone knew everyone. And as Jona woke up in her black short shorts, blue baseball jersey, she felt a harsh ache in her rock hard, filled bladder. Suddenly the urges to explode pee in a toilet enlarged her body. She ran off to the bathroom of her house. "Damn!" Joan said. Her friend Monica, thin, tan and brown hair tied up in a ponytail stood at the door. She too in her shirt and short shorts squirmed outside the closed bathroom door. Both girls squirmed in place. Their arms and legs crossing and uncrossing as their hips waved back and forth. "Your mom is still in there," Monica moaned. She stayed over last night. Joan knocked on the door as she and Monica felt a literal boiling pot of pee stabbing into their bladders. Them squirming was the only thing keeping their pee inside. "Hey, um Mom.....you almost done we really gotta go?" "Give me a minute!" She shouted behind the door. Both girls moaned. "Monica how long you been waiting?" "Twenty freaking minutes!" Monica said. Her foot tapped fast and hard as her body tensed. "Jeez," Jona said. She knocked agains after five more minutes passed. Both girls were about to explode. "Mom....please, come on we really have to get in there already." Monica and Jona squirmed their legs and held their crotches as they waited and waited. This was painful physically for the girls. At last the bathroom door opened and both girls ran in, pushing each other to the side. They both needed the toilet now. "No no no I was first!" Monica said. "Its my freaking house," Jona said. "Im going to pee my panties let me go." Monica tried to climb onto the toilet but Jona pulled on her ankles. Monica kicked her foot up in Jonas face. They pulled each other's hair fighting for the one toilet. But Jona was stronger, and pulled Monica by the waist and threw her to the side. Jona pulled down her shorts and pee shot out of her pussy with great force. She moaned in relief, and Monica could not take it. She pulled down her shorts and seeing Jona go in front of her made this so much worse. Monica sat between Jonas spread legs and peed through her legs into the toilet as well. "Get off, nasty!" Jona yelled. However, both girls left the bathroom with dry panties, and empty bladders. "That was close," Jona said as they washed their hands. Hours went by. The girls went to the gym, has lunch, all between drinking plenty of water. Then came work. Jona put in her black shoes and skin tight white pants and black shirt. Monica put on her black shirt, black shoes, and light colored khakis. Monica's khakis covered her upper legs down to the knees. Her thin calfs showed. Both tied their brown hair in ponytails and got to the bar they worked out on New Years Eve don't forget. Each felt a twitch in their bladders. Just a small pulse....for now. "Maybe we should grab a quick pee before we start," Monica suggested. Jona agreed. They went into the girls room and damn it, all three stalls were taken. There was a fourth stall but it was out of order. "Hey you girls going to help or what?" Their boss Alison said as she came in. "Alison why don't you get that fourth stall fixed already?" "They wouldn't be broken if you did what I asked. I told you Jona to call the plumber yesterday but you kept putting it off so now they can't come until Monday. And Monica I told you before that to pour some of that chemical that cleans the water main and septic tank. Well it backed up. Come on you can pee later, just come work." Both girls moaned due to the slight discomfort, but they could hold it. They followed out. They looked back and already saw a line outside the door...... TO BE CONTINUED...... EXTRA NOTE: I wrote another story today guys. If you have time please check it out and let me know what you think. It's very unique, you'll see
  22. So in case you couldn't tell I really, REALLY enjoyed making a comic out of my all-time favorite story from the ToiletStool forums. And by that I mean there are dozens of others I've saved for their quality, and they deserve similar treatments I think. The only problem is these comics take time, I treat them as full productions so each one I gotta design the characters for, possibly some sets to flesh out the story, and all the coloring..I know you guys liked my last one but in order to take up so much of my time away from work for these I feel like this is my best option. Below are a collection of stories that I've set my eyes on for the next rounds. 5 wetting stories plus a 10-in-1 comic from one accident prone poster from around 5 years ago will definitely be made, and those are at the top marked with tentative prices. Since the site now has the option to sell content and I feel my content qualifies as merchandise, these full scale comics will follow the style of the first with a little more solidity to them. And since I don't intend any misrepresentation you can read the stories they're based on in full so you have a pretty good idea of what you're paying for. That said I've also marked some much shorter stories that will become comics about half the size of Silly Sarah, since the desperation buildup and/or aftermath isn't there. Those shall be free, as a lot of stuff here is free and these ones won't take as much. And then there's also a list of stories I'd like to do but they're lower priority, season 2 I guess. That's where you guys come in, tell me which ones you wanna see happen and how much you'd be willing to pay. This is all for you guys so I wanna provide the best service possible to turn this perverse hobby of mine into just some pocket change for me and a lot of wetting comics for you. One final note is although these are all either wetting or peeing stories, some of them contain messing content, so those have been marked for your discretion. Right now the only definite poop story is part of the Stephanie series, which is going to be a pretty huge scope comic even for me so I may split that one up minus the earlier scenes. The ones definitely happening: Aimee M_Hospital_Burst.docx $2 Amy_Peed_my_pants_in_Disney_World.docx $2 Brittany_twins_universal.docx (2 in 1, one fear wetting one laughing) $4 tabitha_held_it_too_long.docx $2 Stephanie.docx (10 stories in 1, contains 3 poop scenes at the moment) $10 These ones are shorter and will be free. Yogi will be the first one. yogi.docx Vanessa_movie_accident.docx Kaitlin_Another_story.docx Jane_Road_Trip.docx Ashley_car_poop.docx (warning needed?) Allison_doctor.docx And then these are bigger stories I wanna do but not before the first five, so give em a read and tell me what you think, or link to your own discoveries - it really is a mine there. Mostly shit but traces of gold ;) There are 2 graduation stories and 3 babysitting stories so that as well might need some voting on to narrow down. Ashley_O_Two_Accidents.docx (contains a poop accident) Carla_Darn_Dog.docx Graduation_wetting.docx Jennifer_Accident_in_College.docx Jessica_Rest_Stop_Accident.docx Maddy.docx (contains poop) Marissa.docx Mylissa_Graduation_Pee.docx Sonya_Sue_Babysitting_Braxton.docx the nanny.docx (contains poop) Danni_Disneyland_pee.docx
  23. Version 1.0.0

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    Found this gem a while ago somewhere online and I just loved it. Looked around here, did not find it, hope it is not a repost, well worth it. The desperation on this girl, the sounds, the huge bulge and the struggle are just amazing. Extremely desperate and fighting not to let go. Let me know what you think

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  24. [E]MojiQue

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    You play a student called Reguma who wakes up in a strange world filled with monsters. After escaping to the nearest town, you run into one of your classmates, nicknamed Hamuko. For some weird reason, Hamuko has the power to fight the monsters! You travel around with her and battle and meet some other classmates, and team up to try and figure out how to get back to your homeworld! Description shamelessly stolen from Riablog ^_^. Basically, it's this thing, but now it's completely translated and ready to be played by those who couldn't enjoy the original japanese version to the full extent. If you didn't realize it already, this game is made by 青くらげ, the one who made a 210 pages long manga Tokonatsu!Hamuko-chan, which is the longest desperation manga I’ve ever seen so far. If you didn’t see it yet, go and read it right now. Now there is a game centered on the same characters, and even the demo rivals the biggest of currently released games in terms of playtime, diversity of events and – most importantly – custom-made content. So go play it! NOW! System Requirements RPG Maker XP RTP. If you ask me where to get it, I'll kill you redirect you to the frist link Google gives you. Japanese system locale. Last screenshot shows how to set it up. Locale emulators should probably work too.

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  25. Hey there, Thought some of you might like to see my favourite videos that I've made (of myself). They're all me holding on as long as I can: https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168731347222/barcelona-desperation https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/164309782237/long-desperation-with-lots-of-talking https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163432341790/playing-piano-and-bursting https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163352382317/underwear-was-too-small https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163077707622/four-hour-hold-and-teasing-my-bladder https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/163120051958/pink-underwear-on-election-night https://friendlyomo.tumblr.com/post/168390359037/desperate-and-randy-in-thin-white-briefs (nudity & other naughtiness warning) Enjoy!