trekkie 1,098 Posted November 9, 2020 Share Posted November 9, 2020 All those scenarios sound awesome! And I meant to spell her name right but forgot about autocorrect. D’oh. Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 9, 2020 Author Share Posted November 9, 2020 5 minutes ago, trekkie said: All those scenarios sound awesome! And I meant to spell her name right but forgot about autocorrect. D’oh. You spelt it right. Layla is her nickname. Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 9, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 9, 2020 Lost keys can be replaced at £50 at the lobby After a fun long visiting the Natural History Museum in London, Layla returned to her hotel room to retire for the day. She was going to watch movies and order room service until Ma returned from the university, but firstly she had an urgent need to use the loo after holding both her bladder and bowels since morning. She approached the door, and as she reached for her key in her pocket she tried hard to hide a dance. She quickly unlocked the unreasonably heavy door, and rushed in to begin taking her clothes off, intending to shower anyway after using the toilet. Before she was fully disrobed, she realized she had left the key in the door lock. This was London, and a key left outside could be stolen, so she decided it wasn't a good idea to leave it there while using the toilet. She was too desperate to change back up, so she gambled that nobody was in the hall (it was still 15:00) to see her grab the key in her underwear. Being an actual brass key instead of a key card, it was too difficult for her to extract the key without being in front of the lock, so she tried to pull open the heavy door towards her. She underestimated the weight of the door. She yanked the key out of the lock but then got knocked back by the door. The key flew out of her hand back into the room, and the door shut with her in the hallway. Layla stood for a second in shock. "Nononononono" she said to herself, as she panicked and tried to open the door again. It was no use without the key. Layla couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe she was actually locked out of her room, undressed, and desperate to use the toilet. Her legs were fidgeting trying to hold her bladder, and her butt was clenched to hold her bowels. Her phone was in her trousers pocket, so there was no way she could call Ma for help, so the only way into the room would be if the waltzed up to the front desk in her underwear, or if she waited for Ma to return which wouldn't be for another few hours. She was in a state of panic, but tried to catch deep breaths to think of a plan. Layla figured she could sneak down to the spa changing room, use the toilet there, and steal a bathrobe. The only problem was that she was on the 6th floor, and the spa was on the ground floor. She'd be seen if she was in the elevator, and she was dancing a little too hard to feel confident to climb down six flights of stairs. Layla heard a ring. The elevator bell sounded, and the door was opening. Looking left and right, she found a luggage trolley sitting around, and darted behind it to hid. A few men in business attire exited the elevator, laughing and talking loudly. They sounded German, French, Turkish, and Russian. Layla's cheeks flushed red: what if they saw her? The men walked down the hallway, and Layla prayed that they wouldn't walk past the trolley. In a sigh of relief, she saw the men stop at their doors and begin to open them. But then the men just stood there, not entering their rooms. They were chatting up a good time...and chatting...and chatting. The men would not leave. Layla was crouched behind the luggage. She was rubbing her crotch hard, her knees rubbed together, desperately trying to hold in her pee, rapidly looking left and right to make sure nobody else was coming. There was no other hiding spot, so she just pleaded that nobody else would come. Her bowels ached and moaned. If the men stayed any much longer, she would explode. A wet spot was growing on her panties. Every twenty seconds her bowels ached, and in holding it she lost a little control of her bladder, spritzing a small amount of pee. The pee was accumulating, and starting to drip out of her panties to the carpet. No matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn't stop leaking. The men started a new conversation. These men aren't leaving, she cried internally. Her bladder and bowels weren't aching anymore, they were outright stinging now. As carefully as possible, she tried to let out a quiet fart to ease the pressure, but when it seemed like she would accidentally empty her bowels in her panties, she let out a loud fart. The men stopped talking and looked down the hallway her direction. They definitely heard that. Layla was in tears, she thought she was definitely going to be caught for sure now. The men shrugged and resumed talking, until Layla farted again, this time involuntarily. They looked down the hallway and the cart, and saw two feet peeking under it. The men thought some kid was hiding there to play a prank, so they went to go investigate. Layla was shivering, and was starting to lose control of her bladder. A small stream was leaking through her panties and hands onto the floor. As the men rounded the trolley they found Layla on the ground peeing herself. She tried hard to hide both her pee and her underwear but to no avail, bauling. Almost instantly the men covered their eyes and looked away, and one of them removed his coat and handed it back to her. Layla was absolutely mortified, her heart beating like a jackhammer. She grabbed the jacket, put it on, and covered herself. "What room are you in?" asked one of the men in a thick German accent. "S-six o' three" Layla responded shyly in her Irish. "I accidentally locked myself out" A couple of the men walked down to the lobby to requisition a new key for her. Layla looked at the remaining two. "I-I still have to....you know...," she said, trying to not outright say she needed to empty her bowels. The men caught her hint, took them into their room, and she sprinted towards the bathroom, letting out farts on each step. She danced and bounced while trying to drop her bottoms, fell onto the toilet, and relieved herself. The other two men returned with a bathrobe which they gave her to wear, as well as the spare key. She left the men, and returned to her room, and remembered to not leave the key outside this time. She went to take a quick shower, and finally fell onto the bed in misery, turning on the TV in hopes to forget everything that happened so that Ma wouldn't find out and ask. huberp76, Impostor, Homakyusai and 6 others 8 1 Quote Link to comment
bustin2pee 1,726 Posted November 9, 2020 Share Posted November 9, 2020 1 hour ago, Peafowl said: Lost keys can be replaced at £50 at the lobby Great story, and a fabulous drawing style. Nice work! Quote Link to comment
Homakyusai 103 Posted November 10, 2020 Share Posted November 10, 2020 Yes, thank you! Amazing story! Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 11, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 11, 2020 Better Off Walking "Where to, madame?" Tak was planning to go home after a lunch out and shopping trip. She was excited to try out the new gaming console she had just purchased, and play her new much anticipated 80's retro futuristic dystopian open world shooter that had been getting delayed constantly due dicey work practices. She gave her home address to the rickshaw driver, threw the console in the boot, and hopped in. The driver ignited the engine and hit the gas, sending the rickshaw flying down the road. At that speed, she would make it home with just enough time to run through the character creator before eating dinner with her parents. Ten minutes down the road traffic started to congest. Cars were starting to get bumper to bumper, and all Tak could see were an endless sea of car roofs and towering trucks. Despite excitement to play her new game, Tak was a rather patient person, and just kicked back to relax until the traffic eventually dispelled. She wouldn't be patient for long though. Several minutes passed, and Tak started to feel some pressure in her bladder. "Driver, what's happening up there" she asked. "I think a herd of cattle have wandered onto the road" the driver responded, playing on their phone while nothing happened. This meant that traffic could not move until the cattle moved off. If there was somebody up front trying to solve the problem, Tak couldn't see nor know. As time passed slowly, Tak's pressure in her bladder slowly grew and grew. She sat up straight, and was starting to fidget and shuffle. I hope this traffic moves soon, I feel like peeing, Tak thought to herself. Even though she was in the middle of a big city, there weren't really any public washrooms anywhere. Most building lavatories were reserved for the building occupants. It wasn't uncommon for people to urinate outside in the city, but Tak was neither comfortable enough to pee anywhere other than a toilet, nor confident enough to pee where everyone would definitely be watching. All she could do was wait until traffic moved. An hour passed, and they had not moved an inch. Tak was starting to feel desperate to pee. She hadn't peed since before lunch, and hadn't expected traffic to be so tight. She held her crotch to massage it, and crossed her legs, bouncing with her foot to try and distract herself. She looked to her side and saw in the car next to them a young kid in the back, pointing at her and laughing while making faces. Tak blushed in embarrassment and shifted away to hide, caught on the idea of a kid who looked not even old enough to be in first standard mocking an adult on the verge of peeing herself. "How much longer sir?" Tak asked, knowing it was a stupid question. "Not sure. Do you need to visit the washroom?" the driver responded. "I----uh," Tak said shyly, seeing no point in lying and figuring the implication was obvious. "I don't think it will be much longer," the driver reassured, looking back to their phone. Whatever "not much longer" meant, it surely didn't mean less than thirty minutes because that's exactly how much more time passed without a single auto budging. Tak's leg-bouncing was getting more exaggerated, and she was holding her crotch tight, desperate to hold in her pee. Come on! Why is this taking so long, I'm going to pee in this seat! The kid in the next car was still making faces, making Tak feel already humiliated. Then she thought, If I don't make it, how am I going to hide it from my parents?! Tak had no contingency for when she couldn't hold much longer, nothing to hide any wet spot. "Driver, d-do you have an empty bottle I could take?" Tak asked before immediately remembering that everyone around would see her pull her shorts and panties down if she did use a bottle. "Nope," the driver responded, proudly holding up and shaking their more environmentally friendly steel canteen. Hnnng. The bottle shaking made her ache, and spritz her panties a little. She grabbed her crotch, swapped legs to cross, and squeezed hard. Tak was starting to panic. ImnotgonnamakeitImnotgonnamake she thought to herself, but was still determined to hold until she made it home. She was rubbing hard enough that the wet spot on her panties were seeping to her fingertips, making her feel gross. It had been an entire two hours since she left with the rickshaw, and traffic was still not moving. Tak couldn't take it anymore. As much as she tried to distract herself, all she could imagine was running into a washroom, falling her butt on the toilet, and letting all of it out. She squirmed and fidgeted, rubbed and squeezed, ached and moaned to try and hold her pee in. She blushed, sweated, and teared up from how embarrassing this public display was. Then, she felt the rickshaw jerk. "Good news madame, we're moving again, should be there in about ten minutes!" the driver announced. Tak would have felt relieved to hear this news maybe thirty minutes ago, but now she wasn't even sure she could make it another two minutes, and the vibrations of the road were making it exceptionally hard. She was beginning to leak small spurts of pee, and no matter how hard she squeezed there were at least drops coming out. Then the rickshaw hit a bump "Eeep!" she squeaked. Her thighs were being engrossed in a warm liquid. Tak couldn't hold it any longer, and let go, flooding her panties and shorts, leaving a yellow puddle on the seat that dripped to the floor. She was beginning to cry. "Did you just piss yourself!?" the driver snapped. "I couldn't hold it!" Tak cried back. They arrived at the destination, and the driver gave the charge. It was much larger than what it'd normally be, to cover the dirtying of the seat. With no bargaining chip, Tak payed the bill, grabbed her console and walked up the stairs to her parents' flat. What am I going to? My parents are going to see me like this, she thought. She tried to hold her shirt down while holding the game console in front of her crotch to hide the wet spot, but butt and legs were completely soaked with absolutely no real way of hiding it. She approached her door, and settled with being humiliated in front of her parents. Despguy123, Drip, tevoka and 5 others 7 1 Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 11, 2020 Author Share Posted November 11, 2020 I decided to bring Tak back to a picture and give Layla a short break. Bringin' things back to their roots 😏 I also found it interesting when I looked up tags that I am literally the only person on this site who makes Muslim omo. Those numbers gotta be pumped up. DsGSilver 1 Quote Link to comment
bustin2pee 1,726 Posted November 12, 2020 Share Posted November 12, 2020 1 hour ago, Peafowl said: Better Off Walking Superb drawing! I just love your illustration style. Great story too - thank you. Peafowl 1 Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted November 12, 2020 Share Posted November 12, 2020 Layla’s probably glad to be given a break, lol. Loving these stories that come with these now! So, are you sticking around, or are these the last few before you’re offline for a long time? (Which sounds pretty rough.) Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 12, 2020 Author Share Posted November 12, 2020 (edited) 14 minutes ago, trekkie said: Layla’s probably glad to be given a break, lol. Loving these stories that come with these now! So, are you sticking around, or are these the last few before you’re offline for a long time? (Which sounds pretty rough.) I have about one more solid good week that I would like to pump out. It'll probably largely just be more Layla and Tak, maybe a couple of Tak to even it out. But Layla still has a little bit before she gets a break from exposed and soaked panties. Edited November 12, 2020 by Peafowl (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted November 12, 2020 Share Posted November 12, 2020 4 minutes ago, Peafowl said: I have about one more solid good week that I would like to pump out. It'll probably largely just be more Layla and Tak, maybe a couple of Tak to even it out. Well, again, it's going to be sad to lose you. I can't imagine what it'll be like to be without a computer for a whole year! Where are you going, if you don't mind saying? Just curious. Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 12, 2020 Author Share Posted November 12, 2020 4 minutes ago, trekkie said: Well, again, it's going to be sad to lose you. I can't imagine what it'll be like to be without a computer for a whole year! Where are you going, if you don't mind saying? Just curious. Going to Europe for some academic work in history. Can't bring my computer with, and my workload is going to be too busy. When I come back though I'm definitely going to be back in action, though hopefully I don't lose my muscle memory. Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 13, 2020 Author Share Posted November 13, 2020 Another pic coming up. Here's a teaser. DsGSilver and GermanShepherd 1 1 Quote Link to comment
GermanShepherd 442 Posted November 13, 2020 Share Posted November 13, 2020 That's gotta be the coolest sunglasses I've seen, no joke. Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 14, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 14, 2020 I couldn't really think of a story for this. Original Demon, omofan01, Drip and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
DsGSilver 782 Posted November 14, 2020 Share Posted November 14, 2020 *X-Files theme mixed with splashing sounds plays* Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 14, 2020 Author Share Posted November 14, 2020 Ew, not a fan, looking at it after a while. I feel like a lot is disproportionate compared to a couple of my previous drawings, I may have rushed this too fast. Oh well, may as well make up for it with a story: "Subject 7B is ready for analysis, bring it out" the Director ordered. The subject was assigned to the youngest and least experienced scientist, Ailol, being entrusted with what seemed to be a physically weak and harmless specimen of the planet. She was to conduct a simple procedure of waking up the specimen, and recording vitals and behavior. The lab was still quite inexperienced with these bipedal aliens, but specimen 7B was reported by the rangers to have demonstrated little resistance to the procurement, only noted to have "made loud vocalisations curl into a defensive posture with its arms around its legs". Most specimens would display a threatening arm flail, and some shot at the rangers with firearms. Ailol was a little nervous opening the vat outside of the safety of a test chamber, but the Director assured her that the specimen was harmless. Inside the vat was the sedated brown human, small by human sizes but significantly larger than Ailol. It was marked as "XX", as it had been determined the species could be divided by unique chromosomes, with XX being distinguished by their lack of antennae between the legs. Ailol's species had no concept of gender, and stuck to using the DNA to identify. She Entered the console to open the vat, which dumped the human onto the floor. The human woke from its sedation, groggily. It stood up, looked around, and got startled by Ailol's presence. The human's first instinct was to immediately wrap one arm around its mammaries, and position one hand over the area the two legs joined. It's face flushed red. Ailol stepped back, nervous that it meant the human would attack, but thankfully the human just idled, waiting for something else to happen. Ailol, braving up, decided to touch the specimen. It shrunk itself slightly and whimpered, but didn't retaliate. Phew, it's safe! Ailol thought. Ailol began the procedure. Thankfully, the room's equipment operated wirelessly, so she didn't need to hook anything up to the human. The human maintained a posture that seemed like it worried something would be attached to it. Ailol took its temperature, nutrition content, and water level. The water level was high, which was good. Humans were made mostly of water, just like Ailol, so it was safe to assume more water was a good thing. The specimen was starting to make peculiar poses. It held its paws between its thighs, as if trying to warm them up. They rubbed together, and the specimen was starting to hop and bounce subtly. Is the room too cold? Ailol wondered. 295 Kelvin was an ideal temperature for humans, but Ailol was feeling a little chilly. Maybe the human needs the room to be hotter? Ailol set the thermostat to 305 Kelvin, room temperature for her species. After a few minutes wait to see if the specimen would feel at ease, it didn't change its posture. It even began to sweat profusely, and was becoming more agitated, bouncing more vigorously and rubbing its thighs and hands faster. Then, the specimen started to vocalize. This time, it sounded like actual language instead of screeching. The human language hadn't been decyphered yet, so Ailol could only guess what the human was saying. But now seemed like as good of a time as any to start cracking some code. The specimen quickly caught on to the language barrier and started playing charades. It stopped rubbing its hands, but its legs locked tight together, hopping like it was trying to be a living pogo stick. Its hands waved to signal, and then it pointed at the connection between the legs, and gestured away from it, like an expulsion. Is it trying to threaten me!? Ailol was afraid. Can humans spit poison from between their legs? The specimen was vigorously moving its legs, preparing to shoot venom at Ailol. She quickly ducked behind the desk and pulled out a shock stick, to which the sight of caused the specimen to immediately cower. It still kept bouncing and shuffling its legs, and it still kept gesturing to between its legs. Clearly its not trying to attack me, Ailol thought, but then why does it keep dancing and flushing its face red? Ailol was about to log it as instinctive defensive behavior until something began to leak from between its legs. Its hands immediately went to grab the fluid, and it made a firm grip between its legs. It moaned and groaned, danced and bounced, and started turning away as if to hide something. Its gluteal muscles were shivering, muscles clenched for no reason. Then, the specimen relaxed, as a large yellow flow fell from between its legs. Ailol jumped back, not sure if the liquid was acid, poison, venom, or who knows. The specimen completely relaxed, legs no longer tight together, and hands and shoulders hanging down. It began to vocalize, as if it was drowning, and turned its head towards Ailol to show water leaking from its eyes. I have never been so grossed out in my life, thought Ailol. Her first test subject was the slimiest human ever procured onto the ship. The specimen continued to make drowning sounds and leak water from its eyes, and it sat on the floor, wrapping its arms around its legs. Ailol carefully brought an analyzer to grab a sample of the strange yellow liquid, and store it in a small container. "So, how did the analysis go?" the Director asked, entering the room. "That was gross," Ailol replied. "Hah!" the Director chuckled, "if you thought that one was bad, just wait until you see the next one! Toxic mud falls from where it's supposed to lay eggs!" Ailol felt like vomiting, but first she needed to visit the ship's restroom. She had been holding an unfertilized egg in her abdomen during the entire experiment and felt like she was about to burst. She felt jealous that humans didn't need to visit restrooms. Drip 1 Quote Link to comment
Lapis Lazuli 213 Posted November 14, 2020 Share Posted November 14, 2020 On 11/11/2020 at 5:44 PM, Peafowl said: I decided to bring Tak back to a picture and give Layla a short break. Bringin' things back to their roots 😏 I also found it interesting when I looked up tags that I am literally the only person on this site who makes Muslim omo. Those numbers gotta be pumped up. In all honesty, I'm Muslim and I've thought about it! I just. havent lol Peafowl 1 Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 14, 2020 Author Share Posted November 14, 2020 I'm thinking of doing one last pic before I go, and I kinda want to do a comic. It'll feature Layla again, probably with some more humiliating exposed wet panties, but I'm looking for some ideas! I hope to get this one done before I leave, but of course work takes priority. Foxlover 1 Quote Link to comment
Original Demon 124 Posted November 14, 2020 Share Posted November 14, 2020 16 hours ago, Peafowl said: I couldn't really think of a story for this. That could've been taken care of with one line of dialogue: ALIEN: "Odd...none of our Rigellian subjects ever did that to the floor before..." What I'm saying here is, you shouldn't have let it bother you that you couldn't immediately come up with a full fledged narrative for the picture because it didn't really need one. All the important story points are already there. Your character is there, naked, and obviously at the climax of a bout of pee desperation, an alien is taking notes and expressing either curiosity or surprise at the wetting accident she's witnessing, and the Earth is in the window. Way I see it, the subject was abducted in the middle of the night on her way to the bathroom and had a wetting accident before the alien - who probably knows nothing about human anatomy - could properly begin examining her. That's enough of a tale right there, all told in the image itself. All you need to cap it off is a translation of the alien's reaction. Remember, just because they say "A picture's worth a thousand words" doesn't mean you have to actually write a thousand words to embellish it. If it was done right - and this one was - then you're perfectly free to leave it as is. Foxlover and Peafowl 2 Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 14, 2020 Author Share Posted November 14, 2020 35 minutes ago, Original Demon said: That could've been taken care of with one line of dialogue: ALIEN: "Odd...none of our Rigellian subjects ever did that to the floor before..." What I'm saying here is, you shouldn't have let it bother you that you couldn't immediately come up with a full fledged narrative for the picture because it didn't really need one. All the important story points are already there. Your character is there, naked, and obviously at the climax of a bout of pee desperation, an alien is taking notes and expressing either curiosity or surprise at the wetting accident she's witnessing, and the Earth is in the window. Way I see it, the subject was abducted in the middle of the night on her way to the bathroom and had a wetting accident before the alien - who probably knows nothing about human anatomy - could properly begin examining her. That's enough of a tale right there, all told in the image itself. All you need to cap it off is a translation of the alien's reaction. Remember, just because they say "A picture's worth a thousand words" doesn't mean you have to actually write a thousand words to embellish it. If it was done right - and this one was - then you're perfectly free to leave it as is. Yeah, it didn't really need a story. Original Demon 1 Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 15, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 15, 2020 Happy Diwali! Impostor, DsGSilver, omofan01 and 6 others 8 1 Quote Link to comment
Peafowl 1,113 Posted November 15, 2020 Author Share Posted November 15, 2020 Unfortunately, I think I will need to make that my last pic for now and start the hiatus. Thanks for all the support, and I'll be back to make some more in a while! Despguy123, ThiccusDiccus, Original Demon and 3 others 5 1 Quote Link to comment
trekkie 1,098 Posted November 15, 2020 Share Posted November 15, 2020 (edited) Again, you'll be missed, and thanks for everything! (Also, Tak ought to just get off the blanket so she can have a dry-ish place to sit. Occasions like this are just made for wetting in the grass without anyone knowing.) Edited February 13, 2021 by trekkie (see edit history) Peafowl 1 Quote Link to comment
DsGSilver 782 Posted November 15, 2020 Share Posted November 15, 2020 I'll be eagerly awaiting the day you can come back. Gonna miss your art. Quote Link to comment
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