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  1. Hey all, this is two stories, interconnected. First is a total fiction from the perspective of a female graduate student teaching assistant. No messing for the first one. I was inspired, for some reason, to write today and wrote this stream of consciousness, and I get a little too in the weeds in "grading" but uuhh... fuck it. It is what it is. I worked in helping people with their papers in college, so I got a little carried away, I guess. Second one is also a total fiction and is about two students. "Almost done with class," I thought. Morning coffee, iced tea, and over four hours straight in class and I was bursting. A coffee, I understand. Why did I also drink tea? Why didn't I step out of the classroom? Oh yeah, because I'm the teacher. All 15 students were sitting in a circle discussing the latest readings, and I don't know if that was a good thing for me or not. On one hand, I wasn't as conspicuous and my foot fidgeting could be construed as excess energy. On the other hand, being up at the chalkboard moving around could take my mind off things. Whatever, there was 15 minutes left, surely I could hold out that long. The students, thankfully were in an animated discussion about the finer points of... uuuhh... something. It's not like graduate students do the readings, either. I couldn't focus on what they were saying; I could barely breathe. I hadn't been this desperate since... since I was in 3rd grade. That ended with me peeing my pants in church all over the pew. God, that was embarrassing. I crossed my leg tightly. I grimaced at my tight black jeans - they dug into my bladder hard. I don't think when they designed fashion to objectify women, they thought me peeing my pants would be the outcome. Well, at least they're black, if I lose a little it likely won't be noticeable. Fuck. Am I so desperate that was a reasonable thought? It honestly felt like my lower body was going numb. If I peed right now, would I even notice? And then it hit - the first spurt. Oh, I sure did notice. I gasped softly and leaned forward slightly. I could tell the students to the left and right of me glanced over, and I felt my ears burning red. Oh god, did they suspect? The conversation was coming to a close on its own, fortunately. I didn't have any impact on it and I'm their teacher. Oh well, priorities. I looked at the clock and saw there was technically ten minutes left. Fuck it, class is ending now. "Alright, great discussion, I'm glad everyone was super engaged with the readings. I don't think there's anything else to cover, so unless there are questions..." (there never are) "I'll see you all next week where we'll just review for the midterm." Everyone packed up and I continued to sit, frozen with my legs crossed. There was no way I was getting up until I knew the damage. Everyone slowly filed out as I brought all my materials (essentially, a notebook, some pieces of paper with my lesson plan, and a pen) together to get ready to leave. One student wasn't leaving though. Selene. Damn. I forced a smile. "What's up?" "I was wondering if we could go over my paper before I turned it in because I'm gonna miss tomorrow's lecture for a swim meet." Oh, yes. Selene was on the University's swim team. I didn't envy her schedule. I did envy her athletic body, her upper half hidden in a hoodie but her bottom half showing off through her black leggings. I certainly had a butt that turned heads (something I had to be careful about around male students!), but it had been years since I had been able to work out regularly. I also envied her ability to pee while doing her job in the pool... I grimaced. "Sorry, I know it's about to be my office hours, but could we check in later today?" She responded, "I have class in twenty minutes, could we just quickly go over it now?" I had to be a teacher for just ten or fifteen more minutes. I could do that, right? It's my responsibility. "Sure. Let's head to my office since this classroom has another class in it later." I resigned myself to getting out of my chair, but fortunately the black pants seemed to pay off. In fact, it was a small enough spurt I'm not sure it even got on my pants. Standing, though, redoubled my desperation. I was subconsciously grinding my teeth, I had to go so bad, but I powered through and began walking to the office. We fortunately made the two flight trek downstairs without incident. However, another spurt hit as I unlocked the door. There was nothing I could do except hope it wasn't noticeable, and I let Selene in and sat at my desk. I was grateful that none of my officemates were in. Why, in case I was going to have an accident? That wasn't going to happen! I'm an adult, an educator. Then again, I was sort of already having an accident, I guess. Selene pulled up a chair next to my desk, facing me. She immediately crossed her legs, as well, and a vague thought crossed my mind - that is, before yet another spurt. I had long since spurned my Catholic upbringing, but praying to God seemed like a good idea at this point. She handed me her rough draft and I quickly skimmed through it as best I could. I wrote some grammatical edits as I went. The task of being forced to read took my mind off things, which was good. The paper was honestly pretty cool. Our class was an obscure cross-listed sociology/history class on athletics in the United States (hence the significant number of athlete students). Since it was Black History Month, we were reading about pioneer black American athletes, like Jackie Robinson or John Carlos. Selene wrote a paper about the history of black women in swimming and she discussed the history of underrepresentation of black Americans in swimming and highlighted Simone Manuel as the first African American woman to win an Olympic gold. I was so engrossed, in fact, that another spurt occurred... this one wasn't like the last ones. The last ones were like for a literal moment, milliseconds (and hopefully milliliters). This one was for two whole seconds. That doesn't sound long... except when you're peeing your pants. I knew my underwear had no chance (black boyshorts, by the way - gotta keep it conservative when I teach so I don't accidentally flash my students my underwear). It was going to soak my jeans. I was afraid it might have been audible. I looked up and saw Selene was in her own world. Her legs were crossed, too, and she was rocking back and forth, staring blankly at her knees, clad in black leggings. Honestly, it looked like she had to go almost as badly as me. I took the opportunity to glance down. Sitting with my legs crossed, I saw nothing. I definitely felt wet (and the wetness was rapidly cooling!) between my legs, though. It didn't feel like it was down to my butt... yet... "Hey, Selene, so I think this is a strong paper and you picked a really interesting topic." She jerked her head up to attention. I continued, "I made some minor grammatical fixes, but I think the way you organized the speech was totally clear and easy to follow. I especially like using Simone's life as a personal case to contrast to the history." God, it was weird to try to act professional as you were about to do the most childish thing possible. Honestly, I couldn't tell if I was slowly peeing as I was talking or not. "You do a good job dispelling the racist myths of why black people don't go into swimming professionally and you talk about underrepresentation of famous figures and Simone potentially changing that, like Serena and Venus for tennis, but I think you could delve in more to this point about lack of black access to swim teams due to financial barriers." Fuck, I definitely just peed a bit more. Maybe another two or three seconds? It was definitely on my butt. It was probably on my seat, which was at least cushioned so it soaked it up instead of rolling off. I was safe from Selene, at least - after... well, I'll figure that out then. She didn't look like she was paying that much attention, frankly, which I was relieved about but also annoyed by. Why the hell had she asked to meet if she was just going to zone out? So I would pee my pants? Ugh, I guess I'll be the responsible teacher. I quickly wrote on the sheet, "Expand on financial barriers to swimming." I handed it back to her, spurting as I did so and pretending everything was fine. "Otherwise, it looks solid. Don't worry about the lecture, I can send you slides..." I trailed off as I saw her immediately shoot her hand down to her crotch. She bent over and breathlessly said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just really have to pee and was hoping to be able to meet with you before I had to go to my next class so I wouldn't be late." Watching her desperation was too much for me. I started peeing in earnest. I just sat there, cross-legged, and peed, frozen in shock. It started with a two second spurt as she apologized. It then became a slow and steady stream that picked up steam. I wordlessly opened my mouth to respond, but had nothing to say. I just looked down and saw piss pool between my legs. I did my best to squeeze shut, but all I did was slow it down for a second. I looked up and she STILL hadn't noticed. She was going on. "I'll just quickly stop by the bathroom and be right back, I'm so sorry!" She stood up, hand still in her crotch, legs still crossed. When she stood up, I saw a wet spot the size of a dollar bill on the seat. I strangely wondered if it was all in one go or over time. As she stood up, I saw she could finally see my piss. She was shocked and stood there, mouth agape, staring at the piss pool before eventually reaching my knees and flowing down my legs and onto the floor. It overflowed the chair, too, and leaked out of the cushion in all directions. It was a mess, and I was mortified. Selene, however, turned bright pink as well. I looked down to see a rush of urine cascade down her black leggings, glistening its way from her crotch down to her knees... then eventually her shoes. Her hand was still in her crotch, now wet with her own piss. We were both silent in our shock and disgrace, and I could hear both her and my piss hiss its way out of our bodies. She finished peeing before I did. Or maybe she actually succeeded in stopping. I long since gave up. It was the longest, most awkward pause of my whole life. She uncrossed her legs and stood sheepishly, looking down at herself. When I was done, I cleared my throat. "Maybe next time you tell me if you have to pee so we can both pee beforehand." It wasn't funny, but the situation was so absurd we both just started laughing. She tried to get this done as soon as possible so she could go pee, I wanted it to not happen so I could pee. If only one of us had said, "Just gimme a sec and let me pee" we both would have peed and the dumbest, most embarrassing moment of my life (and probably hers!) wouldn't have happened. God, what a shitty day - wait, I take that back, I certainly don't want THAT to happen. She took off her hoodie, a white tank top underneath, and tied it around her waist. "How obvious is it?" "Uuh... pretty obvious. You probably want to skip your next class. Don't tell anyone your teacher said so." "Also don't tell anyone their teacher peed their pants?" "Only if you want me to tell the world our revered campus swimmer peed hers." "We pee in the pool all the time, honestly, I'm afraid I'll forget I'm not in the pool and just piss where I'm sitting." "A little late for that, don't you think?" There was a pause before we chuckled again. She said, "Well, I guess I'll figure something out... maybe try the hand dryers in the bathroom..." We said our goodbyes and I called my boyfriend, Sam. "Hey, uuh, Sam? How quickly can you get to my office? And do you have a change of pants? Yeah, it's quite the story..." Well, we'd always wanted to have sex in my office... at this point, I'd gladly do it to thank him for bringing me pants, but it's a real question on whether he'd want to in this state. BONUS STORY!!! MESSING WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dunno, I was just feeling it. Grace and Emma walked out of class. Grace, a tall, brown-haired woman clad in a short dress down to above her knees, whispered to her friend. "I think our teacher had to pee..." Emma, who was equally tall, but skinnier (and envious of Grace's ass) and blonde was in gray yoga pants and a white top with a frill. She whispered back, "I do too, I'm gonna pee my pants if we don't get to a bathroom ASAP." Grace giggled. "I have to pee too. The bathroom's right by the front door." They walked in to see both stalls taken and a line. Emma groaned. "Ugh, let's find a new one." They exited the building and entered the one next door, the Chemistry building. Emma scanned the place. "Do you know where the bathrooms are? I've never been in here." Grace shrugged. "I haven't, either. It can't be that hard to find, plenty of people have class in this building." They wandered the halls, but for some reason a bathroom eluded them. Emma put her hand on Grace's shoulder. "Grace. Listen. If we don't find a bathroom in the next five minutes, I'm not just gonna piss myself. I'm gonna shit myself. It's gonna be the worst." Grace had to poop, too, to be honest, but never had the brazenness that Emma did. "Well, let's check the second floor, then, I'm not going to a new building!" They wandered the second floor. They found a bathroom, but of course it was out of order. Emma groaned. "HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?" This was beyond amusing to Grace, and she just stayed silent. A fart caught her attention, though. Emma was bright red. "My bad. Let's get out of here before someone smells us." They ran to the third floor, Grace leaving some silent farts of her own. Her butt was tightly clenched, her muscles visibly tense through her yoga pants. Emma came to a halt. "Hold up, I'm about to piss myself here." Emma crossed her legs and bent over, clearly fighting her hardest. Grace, too, was struggling, though she tried to hide it. Emma looked up. "Oh my god, Grace, I think I pissed myself a little." She looked around, saw the hallway was empty, and lifted her dress. Grace exclaimed, "We're in public, don't show me!" It was too late, and on Emma's bright red thong was a darker splotch. A line ran down her upper leg and was lost around her knee, as well. Grace followed up, "Well, let's find a bathroom, fast!" They power walked as best they could onward. Emma whispered, "I'm fucking peeing as we're walking." Grace couldn't help but glance over and see trickles running down Emma's legs. Finally, at the end of the third floor, they saw a bathroom sign. It was a unisex one, but a bathroom nonetheless. They both started running to get there. Grace felt a spurt, but she didn't care - she was so close to salvation. When they got to the door, Emma swung it open and saw there was one toilet. They looked at each other. At that pause, Grace heard another fart from Emma. Emma turned bright red. That fart was definitely wet and stained her thong. "Listen, I'm already pissing myself and there was definitely something more to that fart. Just let me go and I won't even wipe, you can go right after." Grace really, really wanted to go, and the wet spot clung tightly to her crotch. She was caught in a moment of indecision. Emma farted again, while a small nugget of poop shot out and was caught by her thong. She muttered, "Fuck it" and strode to the toilet, lifted her dress, and sat down. Grace hurriedly entered and closed and locked the door. Emma wasn't even bothering to take off her underwear, and a steady stream could be heard. Emma was pooping her thong as she sat, as well, and bigger splashes indicated that. Her thong was just pushed aside easily as a log flowed out, followed by two more. Grace stood in front of Emma and crossed her legs tightly. However, it was to no avail listening to Emma's relief. Piss spurted out of her, first for a couple seconds, then for five seconds. The wet spot grew until it was down to her mid-thighs. Emma looked up and said, shocked, "Are you pissing yourself?" Grace hung her head in shame as the rest of the piss came pouring out. Emma cried out, "Oh my god, just hold on, I'm almost done." Unbeknownst to Emma, Grace was also pooping herself. Her buttcheeks unclenched just slightly and a small point pushed out her yoga pants. It pushed out and out and curled up, creating a growing bulge behind. Fortunately, Emma's peeing and pooping masked the smell and covered up the sound of crackling. Emma was finished and stood up. "Yo, take the toilet!" It was too late. Grace was finished. Behind her was a bulge the size of an orange, while urine glistened on her legs down to her feet, her shoes surrounded by a puddle. Grace backed up til her butt touched the wall. "It's too late... God this is embarrassing." Emma stared for a second, then jumped into action. "You stay here. I'll go grab you a new pair of pants. No one can tell what I did with this dress." Grace nodded her head. "Thanks, Emma." "Don't thank me, I'm the reason you got screwed." Emma dried off her legs and walked out of the bathroom. She thought she could still smell the faint trace of piss and poop on her, but she kept moving quickly all the way to her dorm. Grace, however, had a more complicated clean-up. Fortunately, she got away with it, she thought. She peeled off her yoga pants and dumped the content into the toilet before pulling out a large wad of toilet paper.
  2. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  3. There are many narrative voices a writer can use to create a story, and finding the right point of view for each individual piece of fiction can be vital. Many stories are told in a third person, a first person, or even a second person point of view - well, I tried to do it a little different this time, and I hope I got away with my idea. The next story is about a girl named Ella, told from a panties point of view; Disclaimer: This story contains female desperation and public wetting. - - MY STORY - OR HOW I ENDED UP IN THE WASHING MACHINE - - The day had started like any other; there I was, comfortably lying in the center of Ella's underwear drawer with my fellow panties, right in between the summer socks and the push-up bra's. A few minutes ago, the sound of running water in the shower had awoken me, and I wondered how late it was; probably somewhere in the afternoon, because small bright rays of sunlight were shining through the cracks in the drawer front. Not that it truly surprised me; in the last couple of days, I had noticed that Ella had entirely skipped her usual routine of picking up a pair of fresh panties in the morning - maybe she was enjoying a summer break from school - just a guess. Anyway, we had yet to see her that day, but I knew that that was about to change, as I heard someone pushing the shower curtain aside. A few moments later, my assumptions were confirmed as I admired Ella opening the drawer, butt naked, wearing nothing but a towel that was draped around her long wavy chestnut hair. If you had been there, I'm sure that you would have agreed that the view was breathtaking; as the head of the school volleyball team, Ella had a stunning body. Ella's legs were smooth as butter, looking more fragile as they were in reality - only her muscular thighs revealed that she was quite the athletic type. Her buttocks were soft, firm and round, and from behind, you could see the perfect symmetric form of her genitalia. But the prime of her beauty were in no doubt her large breasts; she was gifted with a 75C rack, hanging loosely above her toned waist as she bent over to pick her underwear out of the drawer. And then - a glorious moment - out of all the panties in the drawer, she picked me. And at that very moment, I knew that this was going to be a special day. You see, I was Ella’s ‘lucky panties’ - the pair that she exclusively wore on unusual outings. I was there on her last exam in highschool, I was there on her graduation party, I was there on her first date with a boy, and I was there on the night she lost her virginity - oops - that’s all you will hear from me; good panties don’t kiss and tell. Before I could say goodbye to my fellow panties, Ella unfolded me and pulled me over her butter smooth legs - a feeling that I enjoyed more than anything in the world. I could feel my fabric stretching over her firm ass cheeks, and I snuggled her pubic mound firmly. As it turned out, Ella had shaved her most intimate parts entirely - I could caress every shape of her most personal and private area, my fabric clinging tightly to the outline of her vulva. She walked to her room bare-breasted, with her bra dangling in her hand, and picked a summer dress with a floral print out of her closet. The piece of clothing was just perfect for me; if she had chosen a pair of jeans instead, my day would have been dark, but now, I could peek from under her dress and see wherever she went. Oh, how I looked forward to taste the smell of fresh summer air again, after all this time in the closet, it was almost indescribable. Minutes later, she pulled on a pair of sandals and left the house. Today, Ella made quite the journey; I could see her passing by the tile floor at home, the pavement and the asphalt of the street, the flooring in the railway station, the coach floor, the pavement again and finally a large field of grass. I wasn’t absolutely sure, but I believed that her terminal destination was the city park; the lawn just had some kind of feel to it. Finally, she placed herself down on a musty blanket and draped her dress over her legs, blocking my view to the outside world. There I was, hugging the curves of her privates and buttocks closely, unaware of what was happening behind the floral printed fabric - something only Ella’s dress would be able to tell. Unfortunately, until the glorious day dresses would learn how to talk, I had no choice but to wait patiently for Ella’s next move. And I waited, and I waited, and then I waited some more; Ella was taking an awful lot of time, probably enjoying herself out in the sun. As the minutes passed, I felt the stress in my waistband increasing, driven by a gradual swelling in Ella’s abdomen - it was subtle, but after several portions of time, my elastic string felt really strained; Ella’s lower abdomen bulged out of her body, much further than usual. When I was starting to think that it would never happen, Ella’s legs suddenly moved her knees upwards, and her dress sailed over her lower thighs - after being blinded for so long, I could finally see again! I watched the park, the blanket that Ella was sitting on, I watched a picnic basket, a champagne bottle and a large water bottle, both empty - and ultimately, when I looked up, I watched the friendly face of a young man, smiling at Ella - and... he seemed to be looking at me! Well hello, hey there, how are you doing, what’s your name, I’m Ella’s panties, nice to meet you! I could see his eyes widen, but before he could even speak, Ella pulled her dress down her legs again. Hey! I guess Ella had noticed that he was looking at me, and for some reason, she didn’t really like the idea of other people staring at her panties - she almost never showed us to anybody. Soon after, Ella stood up entirely from the blanket, and I could see her sandals again, but then she firmly crossed her legs, and I was pressed between her thighs - not the best position for me to be in, but I managed. I felt myself clinging to her round buttocks, her skin perspired where her butt had touched the ground. Shifting her thighs, she took a small step forward, and crossed her legs the other way, applying even more strain on her thighs; she crunched me in between and forced me to cuddle her intimates a little too intense - a small part of my fabric momentarily slipped between her outer labia, forming a subtle camel toe, hiding under her dress. Ella uncrossed her legs again, her knees still forcefully pressed together - a pair of male shoes was approaching her sandals; out of a sudden, two hands grabbed Ella’s ass cheeks, fingers firmly pressing through the fabric of her dress. She started trembling softly, rubbing her knees together - almost as if she was passionately excited, yet holding something back. After liberating herself from the squeezing hands, Ella turned around and walked off, taking the same journey from this morning, but in reverse. The grass, the gravel path in the park, the pavement, the crosswalks; all those images flew by as she paced her way back in a non-stop movement, unmistakably in a hurry for some reason unknown to me. She reached the flooring of the railway station in a heartbeat, and then suddenly ended her rush in the main hallway - abruptly standing still, her heel nervously tapping on the floor tiles below her. The air in the station building was relatively humid, and I felt the temperature of her intimates rising, now that the fresh breeze sailing between her legs was gone, ever since she had stopped running. Her level of perspiration was rapidly rising, and my situation soon became hot and sticky. But I didn't mind it the slightest - au contraire, I liked hot and sticky. The fuzzy warm feeling of being planted between Ella’s legs, caressing her neatly shaven privates - it was so much better than being stuck in her dark underwear drawer. Don't take this the wrong way - I had nothing to complain about; the temperature in the bathroom was always comfortable, the washed panties around me always smelled wonderful, yet... nothing ever happened back there. At least today I was on an adventure, exploring the world; there was no better feeling than that. Mere seconds after Ella’s interruption of her run, she moved on again, rapidly, now truly dashing through the hallways of the station, twisting between the other travelers, almost bumping into them. High heels, sneakers, costume shoes and sandals; a wide variety of male and female feet approached Ella and then changed their direction, in order not to collide against her and her sprint race. The stairs towards the platform were even more crowded, but Ella pursued; she wriggled through the pack of people, bolted towards the nearest open door, and jumped onto the train, the doors slowly closing as I witnessed her left foot landing on the coach floor. Just in time. Ella sighed and jammed her knees together, pressing me between her even sweatier thighs, rubbing them against each other in a circular motion. For a few seconds, she relaxed a bit, trying to get her heavy breathing under control - yet to me, her muscles still felt tensed up. She crossed her legs again as her pulse rate slowly but surely dropped to a more normal level, and then calmly proceeded her way through the coach, taking small careful steps. Keeping her inner thighs closely together, she strode through a considerable amount of cars, suddenly fastening her pace in the last car before coming to another stop. From under her dress I could observe her restless feet again, standing in front of a closed sliding bathroom door, her left foot tapping on the floor vividly. The underside of the door shuddered, but nothing happened. Ella slammed her legs together once again, and then slightly crouched down, her muscles clenched. Once. Twice. Three times. The door shuddered again, then she turned around and started speedwalking back to the other side of the train, travelling through the same cars she passed only moments ago. Where was she going? Her rapid pace indicated that she was anxious to get somewhere in time, but I couldn’t understand why - the speed of the train was dictating the time for arrival at her destination, not her. Well, maybe the concept of public transport flew over my head - after all, I was just a pair of panties. Another locked door - it seemed to be the end of the train, and Ella slightly crouched down again three times. What a strange ritual humans had, to bend over thrice every time they were in front of a closed door. After the formal greeting with the second door, Ella walked back from where she came from, even more slowly than before. Apparently, she was playing a game - a game where you could not part your knees, only your feet. She subtly crouched down again, clenching her muscles; the game was most likely not a simple one. I guess she got tired of it really fast, because she placed her magnificent buttocks in a train seat, blocking my view of the outside world once again by draping her dress over her thighs. Ella sat, but not very still; I could feel her right leg bouncing up and down furiously while she shifted her weight back and forth. This went on for quite a while, and her movements only got more abrupt over time, almost like she had marginal control over her body. Her pulse rate increased again while squirming around in the seat, her buttocks on, and off the cushion, and then on again as if she were sitting in a wild rollercoaster ride. I was sticking against her sweaty skin, shifting along with all her maneuvers, and the sections of my fabric were not entirely where they were supposed to be around her curves; the situation surely was as uncomfortable to her as it was to me, but there was nothing that a simple pair of panties like me could do to help the situation. Thankfully, Ella took action, and she lifted her dress just enough so that she could place her right hand under the floral printed fabric of the piece of clothing, and grasped her thigh with her fingertips. While I enjoyed the breeze of cool air, I felt her upper body turning left and right, as if she wanted to make sure that no-one was watching her, and her fingertips slowly crept closer to me. All out of a sudden, the palm of her hand swiftly darted towards her privates, and she hugged me with her fingers, pressing them deep between her legs. Normally I would have loved the feeling of her touch, but the temperature of her intimate area had risen exponentially, especially once she started massaging her lips, planting her middle finger between them in a very violent manner. I had never been so close to her before, now that her soft flesh was all around me, greasing my delicate fabric. The more Ella squeezed her fingers around me, the dirtier I got; I tried my best to soak up the moisture, but could not fight the inevitable saturation - I could only hope that Ella would not be too displeased with my failure. Thankfully, it appeared that she had other things on her mind, as she abruptly stood up, pacing through the train cars once again. For the second time in a few minutes, she was dancing around before the closed sliding bathroom door, and yet again the underside of the door started shuddering, even more heavily than before. Ella responded by frantically rubbing her thighs together, and after she fleetly swayed her legs around for a while, she found herself a place to sit again, not too far away from the sliding door. Immediately - without looking around this time - her left hand rushed under her summer dress and clasped itself around me as if I had extreme magnetic powers. The amount of strain in her fingers was unbelievable; they didn’t leave her privates for even a second, as she twitched in her seat a few times, trying to keep her movements and her rapid breathing under control. Hesitatingly, Ella loosened the tension in her fingers and stopped shuffling around in her seat; she clenched her legs together in a successful attempt to maintain a rigid posture. Although her body was clearly fighting something, a certain calmness fell over me - I was still out of position, the taste of sweat increasingly persistent, but at least Ella wasn’t rocking me further around. I could only try to grasp the concept of how simply changing of seats could make such a huge difference to her - they felt the same to me. For a moment, she was so calm that I could feel so much as the train speeding up and slowing down, but her composure quickly faded, as she suddenly spasmed. In a split second, so many things happened at once. While veering of her seat instantly, Ella hastily planted both hands between her legs, obscenely grinding her dress against me - her sudden desires so intense that she didn’t have the time to place them under the floral printed fabric. Next, I felt her labia getting moist, then wet, and suddenly I sensed drops, a warm trickle. I wished to maneuver myself away, but Ella’s fingers pressed me even closer into her privates; she soaked my fabric instantly, and I couldn’t help it. A wet spot appeared on me, and it slowly expanded to the size of a quarter, then the flow stopped. Quickly, Ella pulled her fingertips from the intimate touch, but the damage was done; her dress was visibly dampened by the moisture that I could no longer accommodate. Her feet guided Ella towards the aisle, where she started to dance around without any kind of choreography whatsoever, her thighs firmly pressed together. Left, right, left, left, right - her sandals touched the ground in a rapid motion, her body temperature running even higher. The train slowed down, then sped up again, and Ella quickly walked over towards the door where she had entered the coach minutes ago. Left, right, left, right, left. Impulsively, she pressed her fingertips in between her legs again, and the fabric of the dress momentarily touched me once more. Left, left, right, right. Ella clearly could no longer stand still. I moved around with her - her engorged wet lips were all over me. Right, left, right, right, left. And then her feet stopped. Ella simply crossed her legs and stood still, holding her breath, as if she was awaiting something. Taken by surprise, I felt wetness again, and lots of it, too. A tsunami! Anxiously, I tried to warn Ella about it, hoping that she could save me from the oncoming flood, like she always did, but this time, she took no action whatsoever. I couldn’t escape, my fabric hopelessly trapped between her fingers and her labia, and everything bursted right through me, like I wasn’t even there. I was lost, but Ella’s dress was yet salvageable; she hastily griped it with her fingertips, but just a tad too late - some flowers on the floral-printed fabric were clearly darker than the other ones. Below me, the steady stream evolved into a river delta, and rivulets were running down the front and the back of her legs, down to her sandals and onto the train floor. As the flood slowed down, so did the train, and Ella got off at the next stop, despite that it was still a long walk to her house. When we arrived at the front door, her dress had dried, but I was still soaked, clinging to Ella’s every intimate curve, until she pulled me down and dropped me onto the bathroom floor. Her eyes were swollen; she had cried. **** So here I am - in the washing machine, the soapy water rinsing Ella's urine out of my fabric. Soon, she will put me inside her underwear drawer again - but I'll never forget the adventure that I had today... THE END
  4. "I'm going to wet my pants!" Nita announced. I looked around. The paths this close to Robert Hall were all brightly lit, even so late at night, and the bushes had all been cut back harshly. Anti-sexual assault measures, which was great, but could be a bit of a problem if you were caught short. "Can you hang on till we get back to the Hall?" I said while still looked for anywhere halfway concealed for her. She looked at me baffled for a moment before laughing, "Oh God! Not now! Calm your farm El. I just mean in principle." It was my turn to look confused. I had no words. "I've decided that at some point in the future, the near future, I'm going to wet my pants. But definitely not tonight. So you can look a little less horrified." I suspect I did not look less horrified. "Why?" I managed to splutter. "Because I never have. And I think it might be interesting. It'll certainly be a different experience. And Uni is all about collecting different experiences." She was quoting herself. Nita was all about collecting different experiences. She still is if her Facebook is any indication. "Where did you even get the idea of wetting yourself? How does that even occur to a person." "Oh. Um. Sarah McEwen. You know, hot chick, lives downstairs, huge boobs" She mimed her breasts ridiculously larger, "she peed herself at the traffic-light party a couple of weeks ago. It was everywhere. And I got to thinking. I could do that." She kept talking before I could comment on that particular story. "Hey, when did you last wet yourself?" I'm sure I blushed. "Ages ago." "Well yeah. You don't drink like Sarah McEwen. But when. I'm looking for ideas." "Like second class." I didn't particularly want to talk to her about that experience and hoped she'd move on. "When you were in second class? Or in second class?" "The later. Speech on Neptune." I tried to convey with my tone that we were done talking about that. She winced "That would have been embarrassing. I'm sorry." I didn't respond. I, at least, was done with that story. "So I've been practicing wetting my undies in the bathroom." She said diffusing the tension. "You've been what? Wait... I thought you said you've never wet yourself?" I accused her. "I meant accidentally and you know it. But anyway, it's actually really hard to pee yourself on purpose. The first time took me ages. I had to wait until I was absolutely busting before I could make it happen. I've improved though. I'm confident I can wet myself in public when it's time." "Why do you even need to? I mean you've had the experience of wetting yourself now?" "Yeah. It's warm and wet and a bit gross. But it isn't authentic." Nita was big on authenticity. "I'm probably the only person to ever deliberately wet their undies on a toilet. Which is interesting in and of itself. But I want the whole thing. The...." She grasped for a word. "Authentic experience." "But how is that even possible? You quite literally can't plan to have an accident. The concept defies the very nature of planning!" She shook her head, "Strictly speaking. But as long as any external observers believe it to be an accident for all intents and purposes it is an accident." It was too late at night for this debate. I'm still not sure who was right about that. I'm not sure telling this story now, thirteen years after the fact, changes anything. It didn't matter. She was sure. This was happening. "So why are you telling me? If people need to believe it is an accident?" I asked "Because I don't like to lie to you." She glanced at me sideways beneath her electric blue hair. "Anyway. I'm looking for suggestions. I'm only going to do this once so it need to be spectacular. It needs to be embarrassing. It needs to be memorable!" This was Nita at her most compelling, most intoxicating. When she threw herself so enthusiastically at a project that you couldn't help being swept along with her. By this time we had made it back to Roberts. We went up to one of our rooms and discussed her options inconclusively for a while until we fell asleep. We didn't mention it again after that night and for a while I thought she'd decided better of the whole affair. Anyone who was at Queensland State back in 2004 probably knows how completely wrong about that I was. But I'll still finish it for everyone else next week.... Katy: I know where I'm taking this story anyway. But if anyone wants to make suggestions I'm totally open to switching horses mid-stream if I like your idea better than mine.
  5. After being a lurker for quite some time, I decided to write some fiction. This is my first story, please enjoy. CHAPTER 1 An alarm sounds, 7 am, Barbara hits snooze. Thirty minutes later she shoots awake: “Shit, John’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes”, she thinks. She quickly gets out of bed, puts on some clothes, eats some cornflakes and has a glass of water. Then she hears a car pull op in front of her house, she quickly runs out and gets in, feeling a twinge in her bladder but nothing bad. She greets John, her modelling agent as Barbara is having her first ever photoshoot today. They drive off to the set, about half an hour’s drive away. Half an hour without traffic that is, as they hit it as soon as they pull onto the motorway. But nothing to bad though and they arrive about fifteen minutes later than planned. As Barbara walks into the building where the shoot is set she feels her bladder twinging again. Looking around if she sees a bathroom sign, she is greeted by a woman named Julia. Julia explains that since Barbara and John arrived a little late she has to get her make-up down right now, reluctantly – noticing her filling bladder – Barbara follows Julia to the make-up room and sits down. After ten minutes her make-up and hair are down and Julia leads the way to the dressing rooms. Barbara walks in and notices five pair of jeans she will be wearing for today’s shoot. What she doesn’t see is a toilet. Julia informs that she is expected to be changed in two minutes for the shoot to start. A bit sleepy still Barbara quickly gulps down a mug of coffee which stood ready and waiting for her. She immediately regrets it though, feeling her now full bladder. Thirty minutes and three pairs of jeans later, Barbara is getting truly desperate. Changing into the fourth pair, she has to pause for a second fighting of her first wave of desperation. “I can’t use my hands, I can’t on stage either”, she thinks. Zipping up the jeans she is relieved though, as this pair is significantly looser fitting as the pair before. As the photos are being taken, Barbara does everything in her might not to fidget. She succeeds and heads of to change into the final pair of jeans. Luckily for her these are not too tight either. A couple minutes later the final round of pictures are being taken, however not without the occasional squirm. “Are you alright?”, Julia asks. “Yes, just a little cold”, Barbara quickly replies to dose of any suspicion of her real plight. “Ok, last picture” “Thank god”, Barbara whispers to herself. Quickly walking off to her changing room, she strips the jeans off. A knock on the door, it’s Julia. “Barbara, our bikini model didn’t show up, mind posing in these two bikini’s while you’re here?”, Julia asks showing two bikini sets. “Yeah, no problem, but can I use the bathroom first?” “Uhm, John didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have bathrooms” “Oh, well ok then”, Barbara responds coolly. Her mind not so cool however. But she resolves by telling herself that she will be home in an hour, and she can definitely hold another hour. Changing into the first bikini she is mortified, it’s a size too small and really pressing on her bladder. She walks out, but not without fidgeting every minute or two during the shoot. Blaming the increased fidgeting on the even colder surroundings as she as now wearing less clothes. Finished with the first bikini she changes into the second, but with the bottom off, she feels another wave coming, quickly grabbing her bare pussy in the privacy of her changing room. The wave subsides a she swiftly puts on the second, also very tight, bikini. “Forty five more minutes and I’m home. I can do this”, she assures herself. Struggling to stay still, the final shoot takes a little longer than expected but eventually they finish. She walks off to the changing room for the final time she grabs herself as soon as she’s in there. Fighting of the wave, she dresses in her yoga pants, thanking god she decided to wear those today. “Let’s go”, Barbara says to John a s she walks out of her dressing room. “Ok”, is John’s simple reply. As they hit the motorway again, John strikes up the conversation, complementing Barbara on her brilliance during the photoshoot. Barbara isn’t really listening though, as she’s fully concentrating on keeping her bladders content in. Fifteen minutes into the drive home Barbara sees no other resolve than grabbing her pussy through her yoga pants. She tried crossing her legs, fidgeting and bouncing her legs but it’s not enough. John immediately notices as Barbara grabs herself: ”Are you ok?” “Yes, just need a wee really badly. The stupid studio didn’t have bathrooms.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” “No”, Barbara says a little annoyed. “Oh sorry. But don’t worry we’ll be at your hose in ten minutes, you can hold it” “Yes, I can”, she says. “No, I can’t”, she thinks. But ten minutes later as they pull up to her house she is still holding strong, she even managed to get her key out of her purse already. Barbara opens the car’s door and thanks John for the ride. But as soon as she gets up she feels gravity is not gonna be her friend today and as soon as she is out of the car she puts both her hands on her pussy. John drives off. Now alone Barbara feels another wave hit her. She grabs herself even tighter but to no avail. A second or so spurt leaves her urethra and a tear rolls down her cheek. “Just a little longer”, she says to herself. Waddling to the front door she removes one hand so she can unlock it. Another spurt, this one about three seconds long she feels her hand get wet. “No, this can’t be happening”, she thinks quickly moving her second hand to her crotch again stopping the flow. She manages to open the door and now stands in her hallway. Another spurt, two hands in her crotch, she stops it. For a second, then another spurt and another. Now having a dinner size wet spot on her yoga pants, she starts sobbing. She manages to take two steps towards her bathroom as another spurt leaves her. This one, though cannot be stopped as small trickle continues leaving her pussy. The trickle turns into a stream and she starts peeing uncontrollably through her pants. A minute later the stream finally subsides and Barbara walks off to her bathroom crying. “Thank god I live alone”, she says to herself out loud. She takes a quick shower and decides on having an afternoon nap. She steps into her bed naked as she always does. An hour later she awakes, desperate to pee again. “How can I fill up this quickly”, she thinks. However, being so comfy she doesn’t wanna get up. Trying to fall back asleep she succeeds five minutes later. She sleeps for another five minutes, she wakes up to a spurt. “Shit”, she thinks feeling her bedsheets. She quickly realises it was just that one spurt that left her. But trying to get up is hard, another spurt leaves her. She manages to stop it after two or so seconds and she sits on the edge of her bed. But as soon as her feet hit the cold floor the flood gates open she is now full on wetting. First on her bed but she quickly slides off, now splattering all of her pee on her feet and floor. She starts crying again. After another minute she finishes peeing again, having a lot of cleaning to do.
  6. here are all of my favourites hope you enjoy beach_peeing_on_spring_break.flv Beach-X-ray pees through swimming suit.avi bikini step.flv bikini_pee_home.wmv Breanna Peeing Her Bikini.flv deliberate_bikini_wetting.mp4 Drew in the dunes 03 DivX503.avi Girl wets bikini on beach - proper edit.avi Pee Pee on Pier- Summer 2009.mp4 pees herself then takes off top.flv
  7. A new neighbor moves in across the street who is nervous and is really shy, her mother makes her go outside and make new friends but she doesnt know how since all of her life shes been socially akward. So she sits out by a stump next to your house. She is about your age brown hair blue eyes nice body and nice sized boobs, She looks over at your house and sighs knowing a kid lived there she thought to herself i...i guess this is how you make new friends. As she gets to your door step she feels nervous and feels her bladder fill up due to her nervousness, she then ring the doorbell and winces feeling a straight feeling of fear...what do you do? A-open the door and great her B- dont answer the door because you to are nervous since she is a new girl C- Open the door and stare and admire her breathtaken body not knowing what to do because you have troubles talking to girls because of bing just as shy and just as fearful of meeting new people
  8. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
  9. The Continence Mandate: Court of Urinary Affairs Prologue: Caught The uniformed man glanced down on the tablet computer strapped to his arm, then back at piece of plastic he was holding. He frowned. Then he shone the beam of his flashlight onto the pair of skinny legs Alexa was currently trying to knot into a pretzel. “Ma'am, for the last time, you are in a public place. For the love of god, at least try not to violate all behavioral regulations in front of me at the same time.” She immediately snapped out of it, unknotted her thighs and almost managed to stand up straight. Almost. She could neither stop her feet from tapping, her knees from bouncing against each other, not her face from showing her utter desperation. “Please Officer, it's not easy, you must understand that I...” “Miss Tsirpidis, the only thing I must understand is the law, and the fact that you are violating it. This Bathroom Pass is void.” He waved around the card in front of her face. “But, that must be a mistake, I mean, I...”, she stuttered. “Do you know why it is void? Because the Urination Permit it refers to was revoked today. Apparently because you failed to qualify for even a Class III. A mistake indeed. Kids like you make me sick. You're a self-centered brat with utter disrespect for the law, and for common decency!” Alexa's eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh, great. You're almost 20 years old. Stop crying and... uncross your legs, I said! You now what, never mind. You are under arrest for a violation of section P of the Public Order Act.” The Holding Cell The Court of Urinary Affairs was a long narrow structure, constructed from red brick at some time in the late 19th century. From the outside it looked like any other administrative building. When the patrol car pulled into the parking lot, the officer had warned Alexa for the third time to keep her knees apart, lest he was forced to put her into a spreader bar. There was no other traffic at the moment, so he pulled in directly in front of the main entrance, exited the vehicle, and somewhat roughly pulled her from the back seat. Alexa even managed to walk upright, almost proper. A tall black woman in the gray uniform of a bailiff awaited the unequal couple between the security doors. “Evening James. What do we have here?” “Evening Martha. Another fruit for you. Half a dozen of infringements, starting with loss of composure and getting worse from there. Tsirpidis, Alexa. The file should be transferred by now.” The woman looked down at her terminal. “Ah yes... there we go. Judge Wegsteiger has the night shift and can see her right away. Okay James, wanna grab a coffee before you get back on the road?” “Nah, thanks, I've got to get back to work. The chief has it in for me anyway. See you.” He patted Alexa on the butt to bid her farewell. “Suit yourself. You know where to find the break room when you wanna stop by and... young lady, will you stop fidgeting!” Alexa almost started to cry again. “Please, ma'am, I must... I mean, I have to...” “Piss! Just say it. You won't! Oh dear Lord, bratty girls and their unruly bullshit. Try to behave like a woman, for once. Look at this, feel it!” She grabbed Alexa's still cuffed hands and guided them to her waistband, where a round, rock-hard balloon was bulging over her tight pistol belt. Alexa's eyes got wide. Totally absorbed in her own predicament, she had failed to notice the massive bulge the other woman was carrying. “I have a Class I Permit. I am allowed to void before and after my shift. Guess what, I don't. Because I'm not some sort of antisocial scum like you. I arrive with a night's worth of urine inside me, and while my colleagues go for a quick piss, I change, brew some coffee and get to work. And eight hours later, when all the weaklings pile into the bathroom to finally feel comfortable again, I'm having a nice relaxing shower. After that I take all my liquid back home with me, like a responsible citizen should. Let me guess: You expected lenience from me because I'm a woman? That's not going to happen.” The console beeped. “Oh, it seems the court will see you know.” The hall was short and covered entirely in white tiles. It opened into the courtroom, which, despite of all the wood furnishings and the flag on the wall, looked nothing like those on TV. Martha let Alexa into the defendant's stand and fixed her handcuffs to a short length of chain. Then she took a step back, leaving the desperate girl standing there. There was no “all rise”, no one announced the honorable so-and-so. Judge Wegsteiger was already seated behind the bench, looking up from the file he had been studying, mustering Alexa. “Please give me your full name and citizen's ID number for the record.” “A... Alexa Tsirpidis, F-98-12-54-79-B, your honor. Sir, may I...” “You may not. Stand up straight and stop fidgeting. Prosecutor, please.” The small man to the judge's right read from his tablet. “The defendant is charged with attempted illegal voiding in violation of the... your honor, is the defendant crossing her legs?” “Miss Tsirpidis,” the judge growled. “This is a courtroom. And it is the second violation of the behavioral regulations within the single minute you have stood before this court. There will not be a third.” “I'm sorry your honor. I... I demand an attorney.” Wegsteiger shook his head. “You watch too much TV. This is a proceeding of urinary matters, not of criminal justice. Formal restrictions don't apply. Your request for legal counsel is denied. Prosecutor, proceed.” “I will proceed when the defendant refrains from pressing her thighs together.” The judge hit the bench with the flat of his hand. The sudden noise almost scared the piss out of Alexa. “This does it! Disciplinary action will be taken against the defendant. This hearing is adjourned. Bailiff, take her to the Holding Cell for the night!” Alexa sobbed silently as the uniformed woman dragged her away. The Holding Cell was the penultimate measure in urinary discipline, only flat-out unlimited retention could be considered worse. Martha and another female bailiff had dragged Alexa into the processing room where, under much pee-dancing and fidgeting, she was forced to strip out of her own clothing and squeeze into a prison jumpsuit at least two sizes too small. The cell itself was right through a big, soundproof door to the right. The small room was remarkably cold, the blank metal of the bench even more so. “The court has send detailed orders regarding the disciplinary action to be taken against you.” Martha proclaimed. “You are getting the full program. Forfeiture, a disciplinary liter, and the bench.” “Please!,” Alexa protested, “I cannot take a full liter. And not without...” “Oh yes you can.” interrupted the unknown bailiff. She handed her a full-sized ration bottle. “Drink up!” Still sobbing, Alexa began to take sips from the bottle, turning them into big swigs after the tall guard started to look annoyed. The bottle was empty within a minute. “See, that wasn't so difficult. Get on the bench!” Alexa sniffed and lay down on the bench, her back flat against the cold steel, her legs up at a right angle, resting in the stirrups. The bailiffs were professionals. It took them less than a minute to have Alexa securely strapped in. Her hands to the side of her head, her feet fixed in the stirrups, her knees a foot apart, the moisture sensor snug between her legs, the pressure strap tight across her bladder. The last thing they did was shove the drinking tube into the corner of her mouth and securing it with medical tape. “There you go, honey. See you at breakfast time. And if you leak a single drop, may god have mercy on your soul. Good night.” The door slammed shut, and Alexa found herself alone in a cold, dark room, with only the faint glow of the little red LED on the security camera for company. The entire universe seemed to shrink, contract into a liquid-filled space, her bladder, an homogenous cosmos of urine, with the only discernable feature being a sharp, bright point of pain that was her quivering, overworked sphincter, desperately fighting the pressure, holding back liters and liters of boiling hot piss. Minutes drew into hours, hours into days, as the position of her legs increased the blood flow in her kidneys. It was going to be a long night. The Court of Urinary Affairs Alexa must have drifted into an uneasy sleep at some point anyway, because she was awakened suddenly by blinding light. She found herself disoriented for a few seconds, before the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen made it obvious where she was. In a twinge of panic, she tried to focus on the feeling of the skin around her private parts and upper thighs. Was there any hint of wetness? No, she was dry. Miserable and in a dire situation, yes, but dry nonetheless. A certain amount of pride mixed into her fear. Her eyes had adjusted to the brightness. Into her view came a tight pistol belt, slung around a wide pair of hips, squeezing a bulging bladder within an inch of its live. That bitch Martha, evidently. “Rise and shine, sweetheart, it's almost 8. We've got a change of plans. The court wants to see you now, before breakfast.” “You are still on duty? Just how long are your shifts here?” “I'm covering for a colleague. Nicole got the flu, I've taken her shift.” The uniformed woman ran her hands over the crotch area of Alexa's overall, nodded, then reached to remove the tube and unlock the restraints. “Haven't let out a drop, I see. Which means I've just lost 20 Credits. I could have sworn you wouldn't make it. Now get up!” Alexa clenched all her muscles in her lower body and slowly got out of the horrible construction, staggering to her legs. She found it do be easier than anticipated. In fact after the forced position of the bench, she almost felt relief. Her bladder didn't seem to feel that much worse than it did the night before. Clearly, it should have, with well over a liter of additional fluid in her system, and her kidneys pumping along for eight more hours. Maybe there was a saturation point, a limit after which you just cannot feel more desperate, despite the situation being objectively worse. The feeling of relief didn't last long. When the bailiff grabbed the detainee by the upper arm and let her out of the door, every step caused her urethral opening to sting intensely. Every time her heels hit the ground, it felt like punch in the belly. Yet, she managed to somewhat follow along on wobbly legs, like a giraffe on a unicycle. The walked more than she was dragged, which she counted as a win. On their way to the courtroom, Martha stopped at a counter under a sign that read “Processing and Storage”. A short gray-haired woman peeled her eyes from her monitor and looked inquiringly at the squirming girl in front of her. “Name?” “Alexa Tsirpidis, Ma'am.” “Ah yes, you're the one from yesterday evening. I've got your stuff right here. You'll have to sign it over to us for storage. Let's see... form 234... here we go. ” Personal Property: - 1 softshell jacket, black - 1 tank top, white - 1 pair of jeans, black - 1 leather belt, black - 1 pair of sneakers, black - 1 leather wallet, containing + 1 international driver's license, number on file + 1 credit card, VISA, number on file + 1 debit card, Centerville Credit Union, number on file + 1 student ID card, Centerville University, number on file + 1 bathroom pass, void, number on file (submitted as evidence in pending trial) + Cr 35 in banknotes + Cr 0.55 in coins - 1 smartphone, Samsung, incl. battery, SIM and memory cards, IMEI and SIM number on file - 1 wristwatch, mechanical - 1 key ring, holding 2 keys, 1 small flashlight, 1 small Swiss army knife - 1 cigarette lighter - 1 ballpoint pen "Ummm...." she glanced into the empty bag. "They seem to have misplaced your underwear at check-in." "No, they didn't. I never wear any," Alexa admitted sheepishly. The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? Good for you. That will make it easier to adjust to the prison uniform." “You talk as if I've already been found guilty. What is this, some kind of Kangaroo Court?” As soon as she had uttered them, Alexa regretted these words. The bailiffs grip tightened around her arm. “Listen there, sweetheart. I'd be very careful with words like these around the honorable Anna Espinoza, who, I can assure you, is a perfectly human woman, not a marsupial. She's the one to decide your fate, so maybe you should try to control your tongue. Unless you enjoy being filled up beyond the bursting point. In that case, keep talking! Just a little tip from my side, I've worked with some of these judges for over a decade.” “This judge Espinoza...” - “The honorable Espinoza!” - “Fine, the honorable Espinoza, is she known to be, you know, tough?” - “Very tough but mostly fair. Form your own opinion, you'll get to meet her in about half a minute.” Every step on the walk down the hallway proofed to be somewhat less painful than the one before. Alexa wondered if a bloated bladder could adjust to the pressure, if muscles could get used to being tensed to their absolute maximum, or if her lower section was just getting numb. It indeed took less than thirty seconds for Alexa to find herself in the same wooden stand, handcuffed to the same length of chain as the night before. Two things had changed, though. The judge behind the bench was a tiny Hispanic woman with a stern look on her face, and Alexa's posture was a lot more controlled, aided by her newly found pride, and the fact that her bladder seemed to have stabilized. She was standing almost upright, her back only arched forward slightly, her thighs kept a few centimeters apart and only lightly trembling. Judge Espinoza looked her over, then started right into the proceeding, without losing any time on an introduction or formalities. It again showed that the court was a relatively young institution, without the burden of a century old legal tradition. “The Court of Urinary Affairs is in Session. The Government v. Tsirpidis, second hearing after an aborted attempt. Are you Alexa Tsirpidis, citizien's ID number F-98-12-54-79-B?” - “Yes, I am.” “Very well. Prosecutor, the charges please.” Alexa couldn't tell if the little man that read the charges what the same she encountered the night before. Probably. How many small, bald prosecutors could one court have? “The defendant is charged with: attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior under section P of the Public Order Act, contempt of court through disruptive and highly inappropriate behavior, obstruction of justice through behavior that warranted disciplinary action and thus delayed court proceedings.” The judge nodded. “I see. Evidence to support the governments claims has been submitted and will be shown later. How does the defendant plead?” “Not guilty, on account of extraordinary circumstances, ma'am.” “Is that so? We will see about that. Prosecutor?” “The facts of the case are the following: Yesterday, on the 3rd of April, at 21:52, Centerville Police Department dispatch was alerted via phone to an overt display of public indecency aboard Bus 4 of Line 17 between University East and Central Station. Multiple passengers reported a female of continent age, described as 'tall, slender, dark-haired, Caucasian or Hispanic, around 20 years old', openly showing signs of urinary distress and using inappropriate means to control her need. When officers boarded the vehicle at General Hospital bus stop, the suspect had already left. The following video file was taken by the bus security camera and has been retrieved from the NorthEast Public Transport Board under the Public Order Act. It has been submitted as evidence piece number one.” The large screen on the wall lit up, showing the crystal clear image of a modern 3D surveillance camera. Sitting on a bus seat, it showed what was clearly Alexa, identifiable by at least a dozen features, from shoes over body shape all the way to the black stud in her left earlobe. Screen Alexa was obviously in dire need of a bathroom. She bounced her legs, crossed her thighs, almost curled together into a ball. Then she straightened out again, her hands flew to her crotch, and her fingers very clearly dug into the area between her legs, searching for her urethral opening. People on the bus watched her predicament in awe, in disgust, and some of them, especially the men, with obvious sexual interest. The scene didn't last long. After just a minute or so, the nasty girl carefully got out of her seat, and one hand still firmly placed between her legs, left the bus at the next stop. Present Alexa envied past Alexa. The remembered how good it had felt. What she would give to be allowed to use her hands now. Dig a whole fist into the crease between her legs, let her fingers find her vibrating pee hole, press them on there with all her might. Relax her sphincter for the first time in aeons, let her thumb take the job of holding back the pulsating flood swelling in her lower abdomen. Seal it all in with her fingertips. Just for a minute or two. If only she could... “The two officers sent out to investigate the report, split up. Statements from witnesses were conflicting, due to the shock passengers on the bus had suffered from having to watch such a disgusting display. But it was clear that the suspect could only have exited at one of two stations, Howard Shopping Center, or the Catholic Cemetery. At 22:20, Officer James Strong finally apprehended a young woman who matched the description, on the shopping center parking lot. He first temporarily detained, then arrested her, after she completely failed to keep her composure in from of him. The facts that she squatted in the bushes, in the shadow of a parked truck, and that her belt buckle was open at the time, strongly suggest an illegal voiding attempt that was interrupted before relief could be achieved. The card readers of the nearby public female and male lavatories clearly show that an attempt was made to unlock the doors at 22:15 and 22:17, respectively, using the defendant's bathroom pass. The card reader log files as well as Officer Strong's statement have been admitted as evidence, pieces two, three and four. The defendant's expired bathroom pass has been admitted as piece 5. After her arrest, the defendant was brought in front of this very court, where she...” Judge Espinoza interrupted the prosecutor's stream of words. “That's enough. We don't need to hear what happened in this room yesterday evening. We all know. Disciplinary measures have been taken to adjust the defendant's attitude towards the court. That's all fine. Something else is bothering me. Does the defendant deny that the person on the video is indeed her?” “No, I don't deny that.” “Do you deny that you attempted to access the lavatory facilities outside of your schedule?” “No, I did that, too.” “And did you try to relieve yourself in the parking lot after that? “Yes.” “Than you will have to explain to me what these 'extraordinary circumstances' are, that you claim. Is there anything mitigating at all?” “Yes. At the time of the incident, I had not urinated for over sixteen hours. And my bathroom pass was invalid due to a clerical error.” 'It's over 24 hours now, and still not a drop!' - a voice in her head screamed. And admittedly, her pussy became a tiny bit moist at the thought. Her bladder pulsated with every heartbeat now. “A clerical error? You will have to be more specific than that. The Continence Board generally doesn't make any licensing mistakes.” “It wasn't the Continence Board, ma'am. It was the university. You see, it's final exams week. I left home at about 8:00. Yesterday had two two-hour exams. Inorganic chemistry at 10, and RF technology at 16:00. The time in between was too short to go home, so I just hung around after the first exam, until it was time for the second. I'm an engineering major and really need all the points I can get, so I took extra credit with both.” “How much extra credit would that be?” “A full liter for each, your honor. Unnecessary to say, when the RF technology exam came to a close, I was already quite full. When I handed in the exam, the professor accused me of cheating!” Espinoza narrowed her eyes. “Did you cheat?” “I didn't. I was accused of using an intraaural implant to receive hints on the test I was taking. That is a massive miss-interpretation! I was born almost deaf on my right ear, and I've had an inner-ear neurostimulator since I was two years old. It's on the official implant register and everything. Yes, it does have a communication interface, but that particular function was switched off during the test. The professor would have none of it. He told me all, sensory implants and cybernetic devices have to be registered with the university beforehand, specifically to avoid cheating. Since it was such a severe infraction of the study and examination regulations, he could only give me two options: Fail the test and retake the class next year, or have the test accepted and instead have the case examined by the university disciplinary committee, on the risk of facing more severe punishment for academic misconduct. I cannot afford tuition for two more semesters, so naturally I picked the second option. He opened a case against me with the committee right there, from his laptop. Of course, that also means that my Urination Permit was suspended immediately, to build up pressure and ensure I cooperate with the committee's investigation.” “So far that is standard procedure. The university is a semi-autonomous body and has the right to revoke a student's pee privilege to uphold discipline. What makes your case special?” “I'm getting there in just a moment. I immediately contested the professors claim, using the Student Campus app on my phone. But it somehow didn't register. I walked all the way from the natural science building over to administration. There I realized my mistake. Of course, the disciplinary committee is admin staff. They only work until six, a minute or two after my professor submitted the case. I was somewhat annoyed at this point, and somewhat bursting. I was still curious. Since I never had a suspended permit, I swiped my bathroom pass at the library bathroom, to see what would happen. Well, nothing really happened, it read “VOID – NO ENTRY. I didn't really think about the fact that it should have said SUSPENDED instead.” “Oh, I think I see where this is going. Please continue.” “I took the bus home, still in complete control. At my apartment I took a shower, threw on my PJs, and then I tried to empty my bladder. My toilet wouldn't take my card. The reader said PASS VOID – PERMIT EXPIRED. The realization took a moment to sink in. Apparently something somewhere went horribly wrong. Probably just a data entry error with dire consequences. My permit wasn't just suspended, it was revoked. I wasn't just locked out from university toilets, I was locked out from all toilets. I started to panic at this point, and had to slap myself in the face a few times to get my brain going again. I tried to get university admin on the phone. The committee, the dean, student services, IT, anyone. Of course, no luck. Then I called the Continence Board. I figured that as an actual government agency, they could overrule the university at any time. And besides, the uni does not have the right to revoke permits anyway, only suspend them. I only reached answering machines and mailboxes. So I put on some clothes, and me and my rapidly expanding bladder hopped on the bus again, to city hall, to speak to someone who can make a decision directly. An important authority like that has to have a 24/7 emergency service, right? Well, it doesn't. The Continence Board closes at six, and apparently doesn't open again until Monday morning. I knew it was impossible to hold it in all weekend. So in a last, desperate attempt to get access to a toilet, I went back to campus. I knew that particular professor likes to work in the lab late at night, when there a no students around to bother him. So I found him at his workbench, explained the situation to him, and asked, no, begged him to withdraw the case, and re-submit it on Monday. My hope was that maybe, whatever computer program mistakenly revoked my permit, would automatically reinstate it when the case was closed. I even made him touch my rock-hard bladder to demonstrate just how bad it was. He didn't show any mercy. Told me that was goes around comes around, all cheaters get what's coming to them, it was just punishment that I had to suffer, yadda-yadda. I swear, the dirty old fart got an erection when he realized what a piss-filled hot mess I was!” “Miss Tsirpidis. You are on trial here. This is not the place to slander a reputable member of society!” “My apologies. I withdraw the last comment. I don't know what stimulates old men sexually, and I don't want to know. Anyway, I was on the end of my tether. I decided to go home and pee anyhow, in a kitchen container if necessary. I know this would have been a violation, but at this point I figured I had no other choice. I got on the bus back to my place, and almost lost it. The results you saw on the video. I realized that I was not going to make it all the way home, so I got off the bus, being very careful not to start leaking. I tried the public bathrooms in the mall parking lot, but of course they wouldn't open, either. So I hobbled into the shadows, and prepared to finally release the ocean inside of me. That's when the police found me. You know the rest.” Espinoza slowly shock her head from side to side. “Quite a story. I'm going to take you for your word here. I believe you, especially since most of the events will be easy to check.” She studied her well-manicured fingernails for a few seconds. “I still cannot see any mitigating circumstances.” Alexa couldn't believe her ears. “What? But it was clearly an error! I should not have been stripped of my pee breaks!” “Yes, a clerical error indeed. I will have the Continence Board look into that. Maybe it's just an IT issue. Whatever the case may be, you still attempted to void without permission. You violated just about any provision of the Female Urination Act. In addition to that, there's your inappropriate behavior in public.” “I have the right to...” “No”, Espinoza interrupted. “Urination isn't a right, it's a privilege.” “Fine. I have been afforded the privilege of a Class II Urination Permit. Sixteen hours is longer than I can be reasonably expected to...” “Sixteen hours should hardly be a challenge for a healthy young lady. Your lack of self-control is a disgrace. Maybe you should have focused on reaching an acceptable level of continence, instead of partying. If you cannot last for such a short period of time, your physical fitness is not up to par.” “Well, I run. I go to both a Pilates and a yoga class. I do a lot of Kegels. My muscles down there are not weak, but there's only so much pressure they can bear.” “You say that like the fact that you cannot hold it in is a reason to let it out. You are using nature as an excuse for your own personal weakness.” “Everyone has to pee sooner or later! No one can hold it forever!” The Judge sighed. “Irrelevant. You are completely missing the point of the continence mandate as the foundation of our stable society. Reaching the physical limit is no excuse. A natural need does not constitute a right. The law is quite clear on that. Just because you have to urinate, doesn't mean you are allowed to.” Alexa pressed her lips together. Not only one pair of lips. “Good. Do you have anything else to say, or can we end this now? Nothing?” “In the name of Continence: The defendant is found guilty of attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior, under section P of the Public Order Act. The defendant is found not guilty of attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, as the loss of privileges has to be considered null and void. Charges of contempt of court and obstruction of justice are waived, as disciplinary action against the defendant has already been taken.” Espinoza cleared her throat. Alexa bent almost double, but the chain on her handcuffs stopped her fingers from reaching her crotch. So close, yet so far away. “The defendant's will be re-classified. Due to the severity of her crime, she will not -as usual for first-time offenders- be put into Urination Permit Class IV. Rather, she will be re-classified into Class V until further notice. To reflect the especially heinous nature of her act, her mandatory fluid intake shall be permanently increased in volume by ten percent. Aside from these purely administrative decisions, the defendant is sentenced to six months of re-conditioning in the Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility, which shall begin with four days of retention. This sentence will be suspended. If the defendant can show that she is able to fulfill the conditions of a Class V Permit already, she will be released on probation. For that purpose, she must show that she is able to resist urination for a time period of 48 hours from the time of her last voiding at 8:00 on the 3rd of April, while maintaining the prescribed fluid intake and proper composure. If she can not demonstrate that ability, the sentence shall be carried out immediately. This concludes these proceedings. Bailiff!” Alexa groaned. Another full day! That was impossible! Or was it? After all, while she was absolutely miserable and felt like she couldn't last another second, that wasn't subjectively any worse than the night before. Maybe she could just play along and embrace it for another hour. And another. And yet one hour more. One step at a time. Until she was finally allowed to follow nature's call. Like a marathon runner approaches every single one of the 42 kilometers between start and finish. Her legs certainly felt like she had run a marathon or two... The bailiff detached her cuffs from the chain and grabbed her upper arm again. Once more, she was dragged down the hallway. 'I only know her as Martha.' Alexa realized. 'Would she tell me if I asked for her full name?' “You got of easy there, Missy!” Martha announced, while they walked (Alexa's walk was more of a stumble) past the holding cell and into the actual detention tract. “Espinoza is usually not so lenient. The terms of your probation are particularly lax. 48 hours, really? You might just make it. And please don't tell me it's impossible, I'm going on 50 already.” She rubbed her massive bulge with her free hand. This number didn't surprise Alexa at all. On Probation Alexa didn't find herself let to a detention cell. The room opened up into a small mess hall. A handful of women in prison clothing were sitting around the only two tables. A male guard watched over them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One could not fail to notice that all of the women were visible uncomfortable. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. She was directed towards one of the tables and sat down on the cold metal bench. In horror she noticed the art installation on the wall. A small artificial waterfall, burbling and splattering. What a sadistic feature! Purely intentional, no doubt! The table's only other occupant was a pale, red-headed woman in her thirties, seated directly opposite Alexa. She raised her eyes from her meal. “Hi, I'm Karen.” - “Alexa. I would say 'nice to meet you', but to be honest...” “Hey! You two on table one, finish your breakfast and have your little chat when you're back in the cell! No talking in the mess hall!” Alexa looked down on the arrangement prepared for her on a plastic tray. Two medium sized ration bottles of water, plus a little more in a cup. 'Increased in volume by ten percent', she thought grumpily. Then there war a standard carton of generic NuSo. She picked it up to read the label. 'Nutritional Solution, medium-caloric, slightly diuretic, multi-fruit, with banana and strawberry note'. She turned around. “Do I really have to...” - “Yes, all of it. Quit stalling and get done with your breakfast.” She poked the straw into her carton. Surprisingly enough, the cheap NuSo didn't taste half bad. It brought back memories of cafeteria food in public schools. The government label suggested it was the same stuff they fed to people on welfare and food stamps. The fruit flavors seemed decent enough. Of course, Alexa didn't know what real bananas or strawberries tasted like. When she was eight or nine, he had nibbled on a slice of bread her brother had left over after dinner. Like every little girl, she had been told a million times not to do that, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. That's just like kids are. As it was to be expected, she had gotten horribly sick within an hour, had to have her stomach pumped at the hospital. Great Aunt Ismene had told her that back in the day, she had quite enjoyed solid food. Alexa knew enough history to be aware that just two generations ago, women had eaten the same things men did. Biologically, that made sense, but she could just not imagine what it must have been like. Having to chew food, giving it that gross mushy texture you saw every time a male talked with his mouth full? Producing solid waste, just to have another bodily function to take care of (and a pretty disgusting one at that)? How weird. Not to speak of the obesity epidemic that was an almost entirely male problem. No, women were a lot better off than men these days, she was sure about that. “Young lady, it's good to see you enjoying your food, but get started on your drink now. Some of us have a job to do and places to be!” Alexa had hoped to be able to put off drinking more water for just a few minutes, but the guard was insistent. Like she needed any more fluid in her. Deciding that she might as well just get done with it, she threw back her head as if she was taking a shot and emptied the cup in one big gulp. Then she opened the bottles and started chugging. Only a minute later two other guards appeared, beginning to lead the women into their cells. Alexa was paired up with Karen. When she got up from the bench, Alexa had to clench her muscles with everything she had. Just how much longer could she keep this up? This time, no one grabbed and dragged her, and she managed to follow along stiffly. She felt the cold liquid sloshing around in her stomach and wondered where else in her body it would find a place to go. The cell tract was located just off the mess hall and pretty small. Four rather roomy double cells, each with a door made from iron bars. It looked a bit like in that one movie with the one guy from... whatchamacallhim... that movie with the thingything... prison. The one she saw at the Cinedrom with her sister last year. Her brain didn't seem to work properly anymore. After the cell door slammed shut behind them, Karen very carefully sat down on the right hand cot and proceeded to shove her whole hand between her legs. Alexa followed her example, and after her index finger had found her pee hole, she allowed her muscles to loosen up a tiny bit. The relief was almost too much to bear, orgasmic in nature, just like what she had felt on the bus the night before. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She was controlling the Pacific, just millimeters behind the tiny opening, with something other than just her sphincter for a change. The excitement she felt now was definitely sexual, the wetness entirely unrelated to losing any pee. She considered masturbating carefully to take the edge off the hold. A technique well-tested over the years. But before she could start, another woman's voice made her presence known and brought her back to reality. “So, Alexa, right?” “Uh... I... I'm sorry. Yes, hi, that's my name, Karen.” Alexa opened her eyes and mustered the woman on the other bed. 'Pretty'. She thought. 'Isn't Karen an Irish name? The red hair would fit. An Irish lass with a bladder the size of a basketball. She's about to tear the jumpsuit apart. That bulge is incredible.' Alexa didn't dare to look down to compare it to her own distended organ. Karen hadn't missed Alexa checking her out. She smiled. “And, how do I look?” - “About eight months pregnant, I'd say.” Both chuckled a bit, as proper laughing was out of the question. “What are you in for?” - “I leaked on the job the other day. Just couldn't keep it in. Just a few drops, but with a repeat offender like me, who knows what they are going to do. The can't put me in any lower of a permit class, that's for sure. Just waiting for the court to tell me how fucked I am exactly. I guess we'll find out. What about you, kid?” “Loss of composure and I... uh, I tried to piss in a parking lot. Judge didn't like it.” - “What, you actively tried to piss? That's bad. They are sending you off for re-conditioning, am I right? Please tell me it's not at Watershed.” Alexa shrugged. “That's precisely where it is. You sound like you've got personal experience.” “The Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility for Women, with attached Juvenile Retention Center. A marvelous institution. Been there two times. I do not want to go in for a third.” “How is it?” Karen puckered her lips. “I grew up an atheist and didn't use to believe in purgatory, or eternal punishment. Then I was introduced to hell on earth.” She shuddered. “That bad, huh?” “They are rather... efficient at getting their point across. Court started you out with retention as well?” “Four days.” “Figures. Make sure they don't 'forget' to count your transfer time towards the total. They always plug you up for transport. So unless you wanna be sealed shut for a day longer than necessary, insist they start the clock when they load you into the bus. Wish someone told me that before I went in for the first time.” “I don't plan on going there in the first place.” “Oh, they put you on probation? How long do you have left?” “A little under a day. 48 hours in total.” Karen's eyes glazed over as her freckled face took a dreamy look. “48 hours. Sometimes I fantasize about being allowed to pee that often. Every two days would be heaven! I can only imagine how relaxed you must feel. Really, I'm more than just a little envious.” Alexa had so many questions, but at this moment the cell door swung open and the male guard from the mess hall poked his head in. “Mrs. Townsend, the court will see you now.” Karen got on her feet and approached the hallway on stiff legs. “Here we go. Wish me luck.” - “I'll cross my fingers. If I can manage to take them away from my crotch. Bye.” Two female guards passed her cell. She could her the older of the two chattering away. “Oh my god, did you notice Cindy took a pee before starting her shift, like a little girl? That woman is a disgrace, I tell you. What has become of the service? Back when I started...” The voice slowly faded away. Alexa passed the time with careful self-stimulation. When she supported her index finger by pressing the ring finger on top, she could keep her urethral opening shut with just her right hand. It was tricky, but doable. That freed up the left to stimulate her clitoris through the rough fabric. She didn't dare open her jumpsuit to reach in, fully aware that being caught with the zipper down would lead to dire consequences. The metal housing of the moisture sensor kept pressing into her pubic mound, but it was bearable. In a way, having the material cover her most sensitive parts was a good thing. It kept her masturbation from becoming too intense. She knew that if the went too far and launched herself into an orgasm, she would probably start to squirt out urine uncontrollably. Funnily enough, edging was the appropriate tool to take the edge off her desperation. The masturbated at least daily, but this time it was different than the hundreds solo sessions she had have before. Usually her fantasies circled around burly firefighters with big hoses, rescuing her kitten. Or around burying her tongue between the legs of that cute little blonde in advanced calculus. She knew that girl had a boyfriend, but surely, everyone could use a little variety in their sex life. This time, it wasn't hoses with huge nozzles or blonde angels at all. It was Martha uttering the words 'you won't pee', it was her toilet, displaying 'access denied', a smiling judge Espinoza presenting her a giant jug of orange juice with the words 'your fitness is not up to par'. Her left hand sped up, pushing her dangerously close to the edge, then slowed down again, the tension seemed to build and build, but she knew she couldn't release it. Her thumb picked up the pace, a very peculiar balance, just a little bit faster, just a tiny bit more... “Ma'am, it's time for lunch.” Alexa shrieked in terror and sat bolt upright. A split second later she bent forward, now both hands desperately pushing and squeezing, as her urethra tried to turn into a pressure jet with the shock. She needed a moment to win back control. What little was left of it, anyway. Then she turned beet red. Her ears started to burn. The male guard was standing in the doorway looking at her with a bright smile. She hadn't heard the lock. Oh God, how much had he seen? “Officer, I... I mean, I hope we can keep that, you know...” - “Oh, don't you worry. We don't all take the rules for gospel here. I don't mind.” The big bulge in his pants clearly demonstrated that he didn't. “Now, young lady. Lunch.” Had she really been rubbing herself for 5 hours straight? Alexa walked out of the cell with her head held up high. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had decided that the would not let them bring her down. He had seen her masturbating. Masturbating, but not peeing. That was the important part. She still had her dignity and she was going to keep it. True, her face bore a very focused expression. Her thighs were stiff and her knees wobbly. Her pose was slightly hunched forward. But only slightly. Head up high, that was all that mattered. In the hallway they passed a pair of armed men in green uniforms, different from both those of the court bailiffs, and the detention area guards. “Who are those guys?” - “Wardens from Watershed. They accompany every prisoner transport with their own personnel. Probably off to the break room now, to drink all our coffee.” He pointed to the window. “If you look into the courtyard, you can see Piss Express.” Alexa didn't need an explanation of the term. It was a prison bus with barred windows. Very much like an old-fashioned school bus, in a very ugly yellow color, bearing the insignia of the Urinary Justice System. Now, she had absolutely no intention of seeing the inside of this vehicle. This whole unfortunate episode had started on a bus, she would not let it end on one. Just keep holding. Lunch consisted of lamb kebab NuSo. A flavor Alexa would have enjoyed, if she hadn't been pre-occupied with her bladder. Speaking of occupied, wouldn't it be nice to visit another place with an occupied sign? 'No, just put peeing out of your mind, silly girl!' The water ration worried her. She had expected two bottles, not three, but it was made perfectly clear that the water wasn't optional. She polished of her tray under the watchful eyes of the guards and presented the empty containers. She was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to be let back into the relative privacy of her cell to put her hands to use. All the other women were being taken away in pairs of two, and then it was her turn and... “Hey, you remain seated! Plant that tight little butt of yours back on the bench. Attagirl.” She had not seen this uniformed man before. Receding hairline, big mustache. Not the same guy who surprised her in the cell. A shift change, probably. “The terms of your probation are pretty clear. You are expected to keep proper composure. We usually let a lot slide here. But you are the bratty little thing who had to be disciplined even before the proceedings. We cannot trust you. You remain right there where you are until dinner, so we can keep an eye on you. In the meantime, I will figure out how we are going to keep you under surveillance during the night. We might have to put you in the holding cell for that.” Alexa gulped. “I... I have no ill intentions.” “Really. Then what are you doing with your hands under the table? Put both hands on the tabletop, and keep your knees at least twenty centimeters apart! That's more like it.” Five hours tend to pass very slowly when you have nothing to do. They pass even slower when you've got nothing to keep your mind off a bursting bladder. Waiting for dinner was was living hell. The dripping sound from the waterfall was driving Alexa crazy. Despite the cold metal she was sitting on, she had started to sweat profusely, and the jumpsuit was sticking to her skin. The throbbing, the burning, the pain, all of it was back, and worse than ever before. Her entire lower body seemed to consist of nothing but hard muscles and gallons of pee. Her kidneys had started to hurt. Just a light stinging sensation, not nearly as bad as what was going on below. A fire must have been burning in her stomach, because her piss was boiling. An entire ocean of nothing but effervescent liquid, trying to force it's way past her tired sphincter. Her urethra still wanted to become a fire hose. Pulsing, swelling, everything was tight, and tense, and clutched, and hot and pressurized, and still dry, but for how long? She was rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and then came dinner and it was more NuSo, and more water, and her hands started acting on their own, and she felt like a robot, and she drank it all in a trance and... 'Mind over matter' is a wonderful concept. It enables perfectly normal human beings to do things that are commonly thought physically impossible. Incredible feats like running a marathon in under three hours, or climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. But there are some things even a cast iron will can not achieve. The first perception that made it through the clouds into Alexa's feverish mind was that both her hands were wedged in her crotch again. The second thing was a sharp hissing noise. Then, pulsing, another hiss. And a loud buzzing sound, an alarm that went off. “No.” She muttered. “No”. The feeling of moisture between her legs. Just a small leak. Another squirt, spraying through her fingers. And another one. And another one. The wet feeling spread down her thighs and manifested itself at her butt. Another, more forceful spurt. All the clenching, all the pressing in the world, all her hours of Kegel exercises, nothing helped. Another jet, no, not a jet, a trickle. Then a stream. A flood. A dyke burst. The great deluge. Biblical proportions. Louder. “No! No!” More, and more. Her boiling piss pushed its way out of her in an inch-thick stream. A fountain sprang from her lap. The urine soaked her jumpsuit, pooled on the bench, dripped onto the floor, formed a growing puddle. “Why? I tried, I tried, I swear! No, please dear god, no!” Now she was screaming on top of her lungs. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt herself being grabbed around the waist and roughly pulled from the bench. Her bottom hit the floor hard, her tailbone hurt, her arms were bend behind her back, her wrists cuffed together. All while it just kept going on and on, coming out in waves, spraying, pissing, dripping, crying, no end in sight. Epilogue After the urethral plug went in place, the warden jerked up the back zipper of Alexa's jumpsuit. The bright orange material was pulled tight against the tender flesh of her genitals. Next came the wide belt, fastened firmly around her narrow waist, snapping shut with a loud, satisfying clack. The locking buckle clicked four times. “Long-range transport protocol complete. Prisoner F/98/0012 ready for transfer.”
  10. The last tale of Alice was when she purposely put off using the bathroom at the wedding we went to so she got desperate and then told me she did it because she knew I liked it. Now that she had done it again my initial shyness about asking her about it had lifted. After that day she became pretty open about it and started asking us questions about the things we do and why we enjoy doing them. We were happy to share with her and liked the fact she seemed interested. A few weeks after the wedding she came to me and asked if she could watch when I did a hold/wetting. I said that was fine and the following day when we were all at home Matty was controlling my bladder and she came and watched and after he made me hold and I ended up wetting myself she told me that him controlling me was kind of hot and she was starting to see why I enjoyed it and said maybe one day she would like to try being controlled. We told her if she wanted to try it all she had to was say and we would help her out and see if she enjoyed it. In the weeks that followed I noticed that when she got home from work she always seemed pretty desperate to pee. I put it down to traffic and such but it was every night so I asked her about it. She seemed a bit embarrassed and then admitted to me that she had started skipping peeing on her afternoon break at work because she had seen how much I had enjoyed holding my pee and she was starting to enjoy leaving work needing to pee and not knowing how long it would take to get home and the potential of getting super desperate. Hearing her say that was beginning to enjoy it made me happy and I told her how fun that was. I didn’t do anything more until she felt comfortable with wanting to progress anything further and let her continue her building enjoyment of arriving home desperate. Then one day her enjoyment reached a new level and I knew then she was becoming one of us. We were going on holiday with our friends and had booked a caravan for the week at a place we have been a few times before because we love the location and it's a lovely place. Its roughly a three hour drive from where we are which isn’t too far. As there were 7 of us going we obviously had to take 2 cars. Matty was going to drive one and my sisters bf was going to drive the other. Alice and I were going with Matty and we would have one of our friends with us and then My sister, her bf and our other friend would go in the other car with the majority of the luggage. We went to our friends house, loaded up everything and got in the cars. Alice and I sat in the back so we could talk and Matty and his friend could talk in the front. The first hour of the journey went by pretty quick and we made good progress. However as we came to go through one of the main cities en route the traffic got pretty bad. We weren’t at a stand still, we were just caught up in traffic heading either to the shopping centre or to the football. We crawled along for about 20 minutes and finally got through the build up and were on our way again. About 5 minutes later we got a call from the other car saying that they were going to stop at the services to get some drinks and something to eat. We told them we would meet them there and 5 minutes later we pulled into the services and found where they were parked. We parked up and got out and Matty asked if we were coming in. We both said no and we asked him to bring us drinks. We stood at the side of the car chatting with the others and when they came back they gave us our coffees and we stood for a while drinking them and eating our snacks. When we finished we got back in the car and we set off again. We had been driving for an hour or so when Alice suddenly leaned over and whispered “I really need to pee”. I too had been feeling the effects of the coffee but I was just starting to feel the need to pee. I looked at her and noticed she was squirming slightly and bouncing her legs and I asked how bad she had to go. She told me she was getting really desperate and the coffee wasn’t helping. She asked how much further we had to go and when I told her we had about 30 minutes she squirmed and squeezed her legs. I said if she wanted we could stop off somewhere. I knew there was a town coming up and we could go to the supermarket if she needed to. She shook her head and said she was good then leaned in close and whispered “I didn’t pee when we stopped before despite needing to so there is no need to stop”. I looked at her puzzled and just as I was about to ask why she didn’t pee she said “when we stopped before I needed to pee a little and was going to go but then I decided it might be fun to wait and see if I could make it all the way, especially when adding a cup of coffee into the mix”. I felt myself getting turned on with the knowledge she had done this on purpose and then got even more aroused when she continued and said “and not only that, I figured you would enjoy being in the back of the car with me whilst I was dying to pee and unable to”. I just nodded, my mind so aroused that I was unable to form words. For the next 20 minutes as we drove along I enjoyed watching her squirm and bounce her legs. If that wasn’t sexy enough she kept whispering in my ear how badly she needed to pee and how close she was to wetting her knickers. She suddenly moaned in my ear and told me she had just dribbled a little and was getting dangerously close to having an accident. I told her we were almost there and she told me she hoped so as she was really bursting. Every so often she would moan and tell me that some more had dribbled out and she was struggling to hold it back. After a few minutes of this she gasped and when I asked what was wrong she looked at the guys in the front seat and when she saw they weren’t looking she took my hand slid it up her skirt. She pressed my fingers against her knickers and I felt a wet spot on them. When I touched it she told me she had leaked. I moaned as I felt the pee spot on her knickers. Knowing she was starting to wet herself out of utter desperation was making me so horny. She winked at me and said “oh and just so you know, that isn’t all from pee”. That just made it so much hotter, she was as turned on as I was and that was just wonderful. She kept moaning each time she leaked and as we pulled onto the road that leads down to the little village where we were staying she grabbed my arm and said she was spurting into her knickers and didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She was now holding herself under her skirt and squirming like crazy. We reached the village and drove past the caravan park as we were too early to check in but we planned it that way intending to spend a couple of hours in the village getting some lunch and having a look round. Giving those who hadn’t been before the grand tour. As we pulled into the car park we rang the others to tell them where we were. As we parked up I pointed out a building nearby the entrance to the car park and told Alice that they were the public toilets. She shook her head and said “no way, I’m about to burst right now”. As soon as the car stopped she pushed me to get out as we had put luggage on the other side of her. I quickly opened the door and got out and she jumped out after me, squatted down and before she even had to chance to lift up her skirt all the way she released a torrent of pee through her knickers and all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief as she emptied her bladder and it just kept coming and coming. No wonder she had been bursting. Eventually her stream died down and she moaned out that it had felt so good. She stood up and wiped off her legs where drops of pee had ran down when she started peeing. She giggled when she saw the three of us just staring at her and said “what? I really had to go”. She went over to the bathroom and I went with her. We went inside and she lifted up her skirt and showed me her soaking wet knickers. They looked so sexy and I could just how wet my own knickers were from my arousal. She grabbed some tissue and wiped herself down and then headed back outside. I went and pee’d and whilst I was there I had to relieve myself. I brought myself to a wonderful trembling orgasm thinking about what had just happened. I cleaned myself up and went back outside to where everyone was and I told Alice what I had just done and she said “mmmmm, how nice, I will have to do the same later on”. We went and got some lunch and then went and checked into our caravan and unpacked and whilst we were sat chilling out I couldn’t help but think about how she had deliberately made herself desperate and got herself so close an accident. Not simply because she knew I enjoyed it like she had done before. This time she had done because she had grown to enjoy it. I asked her about how if had felt and she told me she now understood why I liked it so much. The feeling of almost losing control was nice but that moment when you release the pressure and finally pee felt so wonderful. She told me she had never been that desperate before and was falling in love with how it felt. I was happy that I had awakened her love for omorashi and I now had someone else to enjoy it with. I just didn’t know just how much that would be true. To be continued.
  11. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [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: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) 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!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [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] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] 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] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] 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: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] 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. Neglect may add a tag...] 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 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. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] 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. 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.. 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.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional
  12. [[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.
  13. In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
  14. female

    This story came together pretty quickly, and for how long it is I actually finished it! After seeing the moderate fondness for bare feet on here I decided to include some strong focus on that. But rest assured, it's an omo story through-and-through; the rest is plot devices. Enjoy. 1: The History Shelly McGill huffed and tucked a red curl behind her ear. Absorbing the lesson about ancient Greece already strained her attention, and when her phone vibrated in her purse, that was the end of it. Her mom would not text while she was in school; a message from someone else was likewise a rarity. She made sure the teacher's eyes were elsewhere and stealthily read it. Beside Erica's picture read, "party nxt Saturday at Simmons Park, wanna go? :D" Incredulity gave way to a big grin which threatened to burst through. The only reason Shelly had Erica Montblanc's number in the first place was for a group project last year. That she, as the "quiet one" with thick glasses, would be invited to her first real party by the most popular girl in her grade seemed a miracle. A cool draft traced Shelly's socked soles, which she had slipped from the heels of her shoes. She stared down at the black canvas sneakers, misshapen and frayed on the backs where she did the same heel-slip at every opportunity. To go without the stifling things, or any others, was less a simple pleasure for her than a mission. Being barefoot gave her a satisfaction bordering on a sexual thrill, especially outside. Its explanation escaped her. The ballet flats or flip-flops worn by many of her classmates would have done for a compromise, but only the exquisite sensitivity of no shoes at all struck that particular spot in her soul. But of course, the solution would not be as simple as ditching the shoes and letting others get used to her choice. Two obstacles stood between her and the flood of feelings that came with raw contact of her soles with the ground. For one, her enthusiasm for barefootedness was equaled only by her shyness about it. It had its place and that was that; what kind of dirty weirdo got such a kick out of not wearing shoes at any other time? And especially that it meant exposing her feet. The bricks on the ends of her legs exhibited none of the curves and overall "ladylike" aesthetics she envied on lots of other girls, and some genetically-gifted guys. Shelly stood at 5'9". Not terribly tall for a high school freshman, but enough to put her half a head above most her age. And it was certainly enough to give her the feet to match the rest of her reedy frame. She had long despised their pointed ankle bones, low arches, and knobbly toes that were crooked thanks to overstaying her welcome in ill-fitting footwear. Since she could remember, her family took to calling her "snowshoes" for their sprawling size and spindly shape. She was not the only victim of the nickname, as naturally a good number of her relatives also fit the description. But the benign barb had met the mounting body insecurity of the gawky teen, and left a lasting effect. Unless she had no other choice, it was socks and shoes at all times. However, double the severity even of her self-consciousness was a problem more practical: what happened whenever she did steel her nerves and indulge her fancy. Maybe because of how rarely her soles saw daylight, they were intensely, cripplingly ticklish. In certain circumstances, ticklish enough to take her bladder control. Google told her it was "stress incontinence." She never considered herself to be weak at holding it. She could laugh or do other things with confidence and stay dry, even when people tickled her on purpose. But somehow it was connected to walking barefoot. What never failed to do her in was stepping on grass. Her earliest memory of it happening was at her fifth birthday party. She and her friends had worn their bathing suits to play in the sprinkler in the backyard. She had stayed on the patio until it was her turn. On her first run-through, the smooth, bendy ribbons of grass had brushed her soles and between her toes in just the right way to make her whole body spasm. She squealed with laughter and only noticed something was amiss when she returned to the safety of the patio to a hot stream running out of her one-piece. Being that it happened in her swimsuit and she was dripping wet already from the sprinkler, no one noticed. At five years old, the idea that the reaction might cause problems for her never arose. Pure luck meant she did not have to step barefoot on grass for years after. By that point, she had doubled down on wearing shoes and all but eliminated the risk. But on one trip to the beach when she was about eleven, city workers were renovating the bathrooms and had planted porta-potties-- on a grass field. She had meant to relieve herself in the water, but her family was already on the way out. She caught up with them, flexing her legs against a constant push from her bladder and playing with the button of her white shorts by the time they came into view. Having felt bold enough to leave her sandals in the car had come back to haunt her, causing a wave of dread from remembering what happened last time. It was too risky. She would just have to hold it for the ride home. Until her little brother ruined it all. "I gotta go pee," Carson announced, holding himself unabashedly. The weak little runt. If Shelly had to hold on while being at the edge of leaking, surely the second grader could handle his own liquids. "Buddy system," her father declared, ever on top of safety. "Take C to the toilets, Shel." Shelly tried protesting. "Ugh, dad," she said, writhing in a sort of exaggerated temper tantrum to hide her pee-dance. "He can go on his own!" The man put his hands on his hips. "Yes, but it's good practice to look out for each other. And don't be ridiculous. You're bouncing around like a jumping bean too. You can both go. It's a long car ride." "Come on, Shelly," Carson urged, wiggling more obviously. The older sibling groaned while battling her own forceful need. And now that they all knew she also had to go badly, a blush warmed the tips of her ears. The porta-potties were right there, not thirty feet away. She sucked in a big breath and conceded, "Fine." Her heart raced as she approached the edge of the concrete walkway. The grass stretched out before her, an expanse of breeze-blown snakes ready to bite. Could it happen again? Carson, with his flip-flops protecting him from perhaps a similar fate, trotted off carefree. Shelly brushed one foot through the grass, wincing as the tickly feeling came on. Unrelated to the move came a hefty squeeze from her bladder, which forced a dribble into her striped bikini. No matter how gross the portable toilets might be, she would have thrown herself into the second one-- were it not for the dreaded grass! "Here goes nothing," she told herself, and held her breath. To run like her kid brother would be too embarrassing. She was in sixth grade; she didn’t have emergencies. The lawn received the heel she had dug in with conviction. Neither the effects of the prickly blades, nor the pulsing of her bladder, acted with an instant's delay. The brush of that green menace against her feet struck her like lightning. It was all she could do to stay standing, let alone keep moving, which would have only made it worse. Keeping her surging pee contained never crossed her awareness. It had already begun pounding out, forced through her bikini to pour from her shorts in a shimmering yellow stream. She reflexively pushed her hands into her crotch as hard as she could. If it did slow the flow, it did not help her any. A more noticeable effect was for the hot, sharp-scented liquid to spill between her fingers and coat her inner thighs before finally dripping into twin mud puddles where her feet stayed planted. Given the circumstances, her parents had not gotten mad at her for making the minor scene about going with her brother, nor for abandoning him in that particular case. She let them assume she just could not hold it any longer, rather than admitting she had fallen victim to this peculiar secret weakness. Her last saving grace was being already equipped with a towel to sit on in the car, so even the back seat avoided mistreatment. Shelly had managed to get away from a huge accident with only damp shorts and a little teasing from Carson. The feeling returned to her when recalling the beach trip that she had gotten very lucky. And luck never lasts forever. Three years after that fateful day, here sat the dorky quiet girl who twice covered herself with urine, invited to a party by Erica Montblanc. Occasional surges of anxiety hit her stomach, coming more frequently as the date drew near. There would be nothing to fear, though. Erica was clearly willing to overlook their differences in the social hierarchy-- a new school meant a clean slate, it seemed. And the party would take place at a park. Some blissful souls at the party, unaware of their fortune, might run around after shedding their shoes. Her heart leapt at the faintest chance she might join them, but vast swaths of the green piss-triggers were a certainty. Shelly would have no reason to so much as loosen her laces until getting home. But that was okay. Not a drop from her would go anywhere except a toilet. Everything was going to be fine.
  15. Saturdays were nice. Kobayashi was home, so Tohru didn't need to watch the apartment. And Kanna didn't have school, so while she couldn't play with her friends from class, it was nice to have a little time between the two dragons. Yes, Tohru and Kanna were dragons, currently in human form to blend in to this world. There should have been an aversion to playing the part of the drake's oppressor and predator, but it was necessary to do things like that for cover. And, as they were discovering in their traveling time, humans weren't all evil, not like they were used to in their home world. Unlike what most would suspect, two dragons walking around in public didn't look that unusual. Kanna just looked like a little kid, her silver hair, white and pink dress, and tired expression were a little unusual, but not impossible. Tohru stood out a little more in her maid outfit, but given the cosplay cafes around, this very well could interpreted as a worker at one of those establishments taking her little sister out to play. Now, if their horns or tails were visible, that might be a different story Well, Tohru's horns were out, but costume. They had made a few stops throughout the day, gotten a few treats, and had settled down in a playground. They'd visited one close to their house plenty of times, but this one had different toys that Kanna was curious about. "Lady Tohru, what's that thing?" Tohru looked over the attraction her little companion was referring to, a large disc adorned with many raised holding bars. The older dragon, having never seen this device, was trying to figure out its purpose. Kanna was not so patient, running over to it as soon as she asked the question and jumping into it, her momentum causing it to rotate somewhat. Now Tohru got it, and she ran over to join. "Hold on tight, Kanna!" She grabbed one of the bars and spun it with all her strength. The centrifugal force from that spin would probably be enough to kill a normal human, but dragons liked to play rough. Kanna wasn't the type to exclaim her joy, but Tohru could see it on her face in the nanosecond she passed by. Others may have looked on in possible horror, but these were not very astute girls. At least when it came to noticing others, because Tohru saw immediately on one of the rotations when Kanna suddenly didn't look so hot. No hesitation, she grabbed a bar and pulled the wheel to a halt, in a way that would give serious whiplash to a human. "Are you alright? Was I making you sick?" "That's not it, Lady Tohru," Kanna assured, swaying in place from dizziness. "It was just a little fast, is all." It was subtle, but her legs wiggled just a bit. The older dragon noticed, chalk it up to superhuman senses. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Kanna?" She was a little surprised at being exposed so quickly, but she backed down quickly. "Yep, I only noticed spinning that fast." Tohru looked around the playground, where the only structures were the toys, benches, and tables. She didn't recall seeing any bathrooms on the way here, either. "So do you want to go home now?" Kanna started pouting. "There's new toys here. I want to play. I can wait to use the bathroom." Tohru wasn't so sure, but it was Kanna's need, dragons had strong bladders, she gave her junior the benefit of the doubt. She'd probably be fine. --------------- Kanna was trying to achieve every kid's dream, making the swing go a full circle. But cool dragon powers didn't change her momentum, so the attempt was just as futile. But she was determined to make it work, so she was going to keep it up until her body couldn't handle any more, a limit fast approaching. There was no way she'd be lasting long with that much pee inside her, and somewhere, she knew it. She was just being stubborn and having too much fun to leave. Too bad it was getting incredibly obvious to anyone watching. This time, even Tohru couldn't look past it, Kanna needed to hurry if she wanted to stay dry. She needed to intervene, grabbing the chain of the swing to force it to a stop, Kanna would have flown off if she wasn't holding tight. "It's time to leave now, Kanna. For your own good." Kanna jumped off her seat, her knees buckling when she hit the sand. Unknown to anyone else, the landing impact shook her up, and a little pee leaked out. Perhaps she may have overestimated her abilities a hair. "I'm ready to go, Lady Tohru. But may we please make a stop on the way back," she nervously asked, as if it was nothing more than a request. Hard to admit her failings up to this point. "If there is one," Tohru corrected. "You may have to wait until we get home." Slowly, Kanna nodded, clasping her hands above her dress, right in front of her crotch. A silent suffering, one that tugged at Tohru's heart. How could anyone resist the little dragon's giant blue eyes? "But I'll keep a look out for other types of privacy." After all, it's not like bathrooms were a part of the dragon's original habitat, doing things a little more natural was technically the more common way to do business. Tohru took Kanna's hand and led her out of the park, careful not to go too fast to avoid straining the tiny girl, in the direction of Miss Kobayashi's apartment. Just as she promised, she was on the lookout for a restroom, just coming up short. They weren't going to find a dedicated bathroom outside a park, one they wouldn't pass on the return trip, but even the alleys or the plants weren't enough. Even a town that wasn't heavily populated still had too many witnesses on a weekend. Kanna was starting to demand more attention, though not intentionally. Every once in a while, her hand would slide up Tohru's wrist and tug on her sleeve. Tohru would then look down, assuming Kanna wanted something, only to find the kid looking forward. Once, the distraction was enough for her to collide with another person, who ended up knocked back from the sheer mass of a dragon. Finally, one of those pulls was accompanied with a quiet request. "Lady Tohru, why not transform into your dragon form and fly us home?" "Miss Kobayashi says I'm forbidden from transforming where I might be seen." "But it's an emergency, and you've got Perception Blocking..." "I know, and I'd totally bend the rules for your sake. But there isn't room to transform anyway, not with these narrow streets." And, understandable but still cruel, she didn't want to risk Kanna losing it while on her back, Though the reminder of her magic power was appreciated. "Though, now that you mention it, I can use Perception Blocking to make you invisible and you can go wherever you want. Do you want to do it now?" Kanna took a few seconds to seriously consider it, but subtly shook her head. "I don't want to." She started dancing a tiny bit, Tohru hoping it was the final straw that convinced her not to torture herself any longer, but Kanna stuck it out. What a time to be obstinate. It wasn't hard to guess how desperate the dragon was, no matter how much she was asserting her dominance over her bladder, but only Kanna knew the full extent it reached. She was in some horrible pain, her body wringing her around to make her drain the liquids. She was just a kid, so her introspective perception was weak, but she'd describe herself as "at my absolute limit" if she was the talkative type. She'd also say her decision to keep going regardless was the adult thing to do, instead of being needlessly difficult. Even acting like a big girl, the school-age dragon couldn't possibly make it much further. Good thing there was no one to look, because Kanna's dress was short, and it wouldn't do anything to conceal how wet her panties were. The light purple garment was progressively getting more and more stained. Soon enough, it wouldn't be possible to hide it, when little rivulets would flow down her thighs, and that would be highly visible on her white stockings. Among the senses dragons had enhanced, smell was one of them. She certainly didn't enjoy it, but Tohru had been able to smell Kanna's urine for a while now. She wanted to be respectful and not bring it up, but with the scent getting stronger, she could only conclude that time was running out. A quick examination of their surroundings, no one was looking at them at the moment, the two weren't getting a better opportunity. Tohru put her hand on Kanna's shoulder, and whispered, "Perception Blocking." Magic blanketed the dragons, covering them like a cloak, disguising them from the senses of all humans. They were effectively gone, so long as no one touched them. It took effect just in time, right when Kanna's focus gave in, her horns and tail flashed back into view. She couldn't keep up the facade any more, now she grabbed her crotch hard, going all out on the dancing with thigh-rubbing, bending down, and trembling all over. "Don't worry, Kanna, just hold on a little longer! I've got this!" Tohru got behind her friend and shoved her into the closest gap between the buildings, putting a trash can between them and the street. Even if they were unseen, the downpour about to crash down would not be. "I'm not taking no for an answer this time. Just go, Kanna." Tohru wasn't expecting another fight from Kanna, she'd have to accept her loss at some point, she couldn't be stubborn forever. She was, however, expecting Kanna to remove her panties and squat down or something. Instead, probably just to avoid the pain any longer, she simply removed her hands, spread her legs just the slightest bit, and started wetting herself. True to her concerns, it was remarkably visible. In the span of the opening seconds, her stockings were absolutely ruined all the way down to her feet. Her dress was short enough to avoid a mess, but it hardly mattered when there was just so much pee. It wasn't an insane amount, per se, but dragons already had a better bladder capacity than humans, so Kanna's stream was powerful, a perfect shining gold, and really loud. It didn't matter that they had ducked away from prying eyes, it couldn't be possible that they were still unheard. Above all else, watching this unfold in front of her, Tohru felt sorry. It'd be easy to write it off as Kanna getting what she deserved for putting this off so long, and therefore easy to have no sympathy towards. But still, Tohru and Kanna were close, living in the same house now, and one of them was having an accident. The maid dragon found herself kind of wishing she had to pee as well, at least then she could also wet herself and make the kid feel better. Kanna, meanwhile, wasn't doing as bad as expected. She wasn't stupid, she also recognized this was her fault, and she was the one who gave in without undressing. Maybe she could have made it while still taking her underwear off, but that would have taken some time, and she chose against waiting a single extra second. She was so full and hurting so bad up to this point, it was worth going through the embarrassment of soaking herself just to free herself from the stinging, chilling pain of a bursting bladder. But that didn't mean she was completely okay with what was happening. Regardless of the circumstances leading up to it, she was still doing something incredibly demeaning. Her quiet nature mostly hid her distress, but tears still began forming on the bottoms of her eyes, as her head fell and made her look incredibly melancholy. By the time her stream lost most of its force, she looked bad. Tohru noticed, it was impossible not to, and her moment to shine as a caretaker came. Delicately, she reached her right hand out, and gently wiped Kanna's tears off with her index finger. "It's fine. I don't blame you for what happened." Kanna wouldn't make eye contact, seemingly rejecting the comforts. "No, I mean it! Even Miss Kobayashi wets herself sometimes when she's been drinking!" Perhaps throwing someone else under the bus wasn't the best way to deal with this. It didn't seem to make Kanna feel better, at least. Tohru sighed at her own failure. "Point is, it's not a big deal. Let's just get home and get you cleaned up. Take my hand." She dismissed her own Perception Blocking while leaving Kanna's active, and held out her own arm. Kanna, who had thankfully kept her hands dry through the ordeal, reluctantly took hold. Tohru may not have been able to bring her back quickly as a full-out dragon, but she'd still do whatever she could for her little dragon friend.
  16. “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  17. How is everyone doing? Now that 2016 is coming to an end, let's all wish 2017 will be even better than 2016. Guys, have anyone heard of the site called Peehunters.com? Well, it is basically a site that features staged "voyeur" videos and photosets. This site is quite extensive, with over 441 videos and more than 360 photosets. However, this site have been stagnant over the years and now there hasn't been any new updates or activities. Has any of you had a membership in this site? Care to share your experience? My million question is: is there a video for each and every photo? Peace!
  18. Lucy woke up on her bed, with her bladder feeling full from the fact that she drank a lot yesterday night after celebrating their recent success in tackling a mission. However, she didn't immediately rise to relief herself. Instead, she stayed under her blankets, savoring the feeling of her full bladder as she shifted her tights around. After around ten minutes of fooling around, she finally rose. She slept naked so she didn't have to take off her clothes before taking her bath. When she stood up, the additional weight to her bladder made her wince as she leaned forward, pressing both of her hands to her crotch. It soon passed however, and she was back to her normal posture right away. She looked at herself at the mirror before she went to the bath. Her body was quite slim, with a pair of decently sized breasts. They were pretty big, but not that big that it would get in the way. Her long golden hair, reaching down to her waist, shone brightly in the sunlight streaming through the window. And of course, they were her pointy elven ears. Satisfied, she went into her bath. As she dipped into the water, her bladder spasmed, threatening to release its content. However, she made it without leaking a single drop, a happy fact for her since she would not want to lose any of the precious liquid that gave her this amazing feeling. After she finished, she now had to decide which outfit she would wear. Her top would be her usual tight leather armor that showed off her jutting breasts, accompanied by a green cloak. For her bottom, she went for a tight black spandex shorts first before wearing her looser green shorts over them. The spandex was longer than the shorts, reaching to her mid thighs, while her green shorts only barely covered her butt, so anyone could see she was wearing them. The spandex nicely pressed her bladder, making her need even worse, just the way she liked it. After she finished dressing up, she wore her short white frilled socks and her brown leather shoes. Arriving downstairs, she was greeted by her teammate, Vera, a redheaded human swordswoman. Her weapon was a rapier, while hers was a bow. She was wearing a tight-fitting white shirt; the buttons almost failing to contain her well-endowed chest. She also wore a tight-fitting brown trousers underneath, which she noticed was moving around frantically below her table with her legs. "You're late," said Vera. "I've been waiting for around 15 minutes for you to come out." "Apologies. I wake up late," Lucy responded. The public image she showed to everyone was that of a quiet and emotionless elf. No one else knew about her holding habits, not even Vera. "Let us eat right away. We are expected by the guild mistress right away." The innkeeper, an attractive woman of 30, carried them their food. Lucy noticed how her movements seemed to be stiff. And as she placed their plates, her skirts would move to the left and right, almost like she was fidgeting in place. It seemed the amulet worked after all. Lucy had naughtily purchased a certain amulet from a curse shop. Its effect was that as long as its wearer was desperate to pee, she would encounter other females who were desperate to pee. And now she had her friend and the innkeeper already squirming like that. What should Lucy do now? 1. Ask Vera and the innkeeper why they were so fidgety 2. Ask Vera why she was so fidgety, while only watching the innkeeper from the corner of her eyes 3. Ask the innkeeper why she was so fidgety, while watching silently at Vera's desperate expression 4. Stay silent and watch both of them quietly And should Lucy offer herself to drink Vera's drink? She knew Vera might not want to drink it so she wouldn't add to her desperation.
  19. By popular demand, a sequel to my first story about Shelly McGill, Getting Her Feet Wet. I'm really excited about this one. At the time of posting, it's not complete, but even in its unfinished state it's a lot to chew on. Enjoy The Sleepover at Swiftbrooke. 1: The Others 2: The House on Haunted Hill 3: Truth or Scare 4: The Descent 5: A Bump in the Night 6: Open Water ...Work continues! Check here for updates in the near future.
  20. I know I have another interactive going, but I thought I'd start a new one in a different style: shorter entries, shorter time between entries. It's going to be primarily public desperation, whether or not she wets or enjoys Omorashi is up to you! No messing or diapers though, sorry. The main character is female, but I also enjoy male so there may be some male desperation. I'll also be sure to include actual cameos from HP, but Slytherin and Gryffindor might have more if that helps with your decision. If you want her to be in your house, though, go for it! There will still be plenty of cameos, duh. Anyway! Time to make a character! Everything here is optional, I'll fill in gaps if I have to . Name House General Appearance Likes/Dislikes Sexuality Year (not year 7, because the trio is not at Hogwarts) Feel free to add anything else, too.
  21. With the turn of the new year I figured it was time to start working on writing again. I haven't actually finished a single piece of work in quite a while (over a year) and now that interactive stories are taking off I wanted to try my own hand at one. This story takes place in my own universe, a land where magic is rare and dark forces stalk the world. Players will be taking control of Franziska Audenveil, an adventurer who has traveled to the eastern country of Serkaine hoping to free the island of Oldengrad from a mysterious and deadly curse. To get us started, there are three backgrounds available for Franziska that will help shape her history and abilities, as well as how she is perceived in the world. So let's begin! And I apologize in advance if my writing seems a bit underwhelming...like I said: it's been a long while since I did this. I would also like to thank a few people from this site who have encouraged me to take the plunge and try putting my writings and world back out there. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Backgrounds Select a background for Franziska. Her chosen background will shape her history and abilities in combat Travelling Healer You were in Orientia during the great plague. You stood at the grand hospital of Vetalli as sickness ran rampant through the city, all the while risking your own life to ensure the lives of others. You are no stranger to disease or disaster. Your knowledge of healing magic and alchemy were not learned in the confines of a fancy academy. They were learned first-hand through methods that make even the toughest men shudder. Now, you wander the free lands, putting your years of medical knowledge to good use, aiding the sick and the poor. Abilities Healing Surge: You call upon the divine of Mercy to cure an ally of injuries, ailments, or stress. Inflict Illness: You manipulate your own magic, inflicting the symptoms of a deadly disease upon an enemy. Medicine Kit: Using a combination of ingredients and magical energy, you can create healing potions, salves, or tonics. Experienced Healer: Your years of training in medicine and psychology allow you to diagnose illnesses or mental issues and cure minor injuries such as a cut or scrape without proper supplies. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Monster Hunter You have hunted the undead, rogue spirits and even demons. You are a force to be reckoned with, combining a deadly duo of melee and magic. Your childhood was spent under the banner of the Selkava, the monster hunters of the east. Countless hours spent out in the freezing cold as you hoped to hone your swordsmanship, as well as mastering powerful blood magic. You departed the Selkava on the eve of your twelfth year of birth, heading out into the unknown lands, seeking out new evils and challenges. Abilities Blood barrier: You call upon your blood magic, sacrificing your own life force to create a magical barrier to protect yourself and your allies. Blood chain: You call upon your blood magic, using your own blood and magic to form a magical chain that pulls in enemies. Demon Gaze: You call upon your blood magic, seeking out the presence of any being that possesses blood magic. Monster Specialist: You can identify most types of demons, aberrations or horrors and the means to deal with them. You can also craft special bombs and potions to aid in combat. In addition your experience with dark forces makes you more resistant to stress or mental breakdowns. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Uncharted Witch You have studied the outer realms, learning their powers and secrets for your own gain. You spent your early years on the run, a rogue mage hunted relentlessly by the Magic Arcanum. Your family refused to be bound to their rules, taking refuge with a group of mages known as the uncharted. It was with these mages that you studied the outer realms and trained yourself in forbidden magic, learning to manipulate the elements, the minds of your foes, and even the world around you. Now you wander the world as a drifter, seeking out more forbidden magic. Ethereal Walk: You warp the world around you, allowing you or an ally to walk outside of your plane and become invincible for a short time. Elemental Rune: You call upon the elements, summoning a fire/water/wind/earth rune near you. The rune will explode when something steps over it or can be detonated by it’s caster. Control Creature: You summon your spirit into a nearby creature, dominating it’s mind and taking control of it. This ability will not work on strong creatures and exposure to dark magic or corruption puts you at risk of mental issues. Magical Font: Your knowledge and connection to the arcane realms allows you to cast an additional ability once. You are also capable of wielding a fireball/ice blast/wind strike/earth smash in your off-hand.
  22. I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
  23. May 21, 2016 My weakness....ha my weakness is that i care to much for others hehe...but so little for myself...always being drunk and feeling down...ive offered so many my hand due to compasion being in my nature...my scars reminding me the past is real... But this isnt a sob story...as much as i go around passing a depressive aura...ive had enough...and its time...kat writes down in her journal as she stands up and ties the rope around her neck as tight as she can. She kicks the stool and feels the tight rope go to work. Everything around her fades to black as she smiles lightly. Her past begins to go into play flashing before her eyes...all forms of abuse caused by her mother. Her father knowing about this and still decides to walk out. Sequences shes witnessed in her life causes her to start to weep. When she was 12 and had her first heartbreak. Kevin warner, her first true love. Due to past personal experiences with family kat was already depressed around school and just everywhere. He knew every little detail about kat's life. Her mother being her never truly having a innocent child hood. How she always woke up every morning to see her mother popping multiple pills at a time, non prescription thats all she knew. Every reason for her depression. He knew. She trusted him worth her life, i mean didnt everyone with their first love? To her it was more than that. No one liked her, no one actually showed care for her except for this one single person. After ten happy happy months. Kats depression started to fade he made her so happy and secure with herself. She even stopped cutting and smoking pot. Untill that happy ever after bullsh*t ended instantly. He just decided she was old news. That day she was shown how the true world is. He broke up with her and listed every reason on how it was her fault how he just couldnt stand each time how she needed his attention twenty four seven. Messed up part about this statement he said was she had the note, she kept every single note theyve passed, where he stated exactly how he loves clingy. He told her how shes just always to sad how his feelings for her just...disappeared. Kat...handled this horribly. Most kids would get over this in a week, maybe two. Kat was sent spiraling into a even more depressed figure. Instead of a cut or two a night ot turned into five or six gashes. Each time she was thinking of suicide or anything. Regret, loneliness, etc. She always made the mistake of coming to him after the break up. Due to it being a habit, she always went to him. He always helped. Only this time, he didnt. He did the exact opposite. He told her exactly how thats the reason he doesnt want anything to do with her anymore. Which made her depression even worse. He used her own insecurities against her. She got so bad it was to the point where she had a knife to her wrists and told him she was gonna do it. So he wouldnt have to burden herself anymore. Her heart crushed even more. Seeing him reply do it then bi*tch. She remebers how easily the blade sliced through her wrist. How deep she cut and everything. Her first ever...suicide attempt. She remebered surviving due to her mother calling 911. Waking up in that hospital bed was the worst feeling ever. Her mother screaming at her each chance she got. Saying how f*cking retard she was. How she should've made her father pull out. All of this. Didnt phaze her any, she was left emotionless. Feeling no emotion but sadness and lonesomeness. Her vision softly slides to the second part of her life. Starting a new high school. Fifteen years old being the same person she always had been. No one caring for her and her caring for no one else. She was bullied by so many people with her scars. She got in so many fights. If you would even call it that. She never fought back, always allowing them to do whatever to her. Even if that was infact embarrassing herself in front of the all her classmates. She remembers precisely one of her biggest bullies Cristina Pollard. Each time kat would try to go to the bathroom and Cristina would be there. It'd always end up a mess. Litterly. One time kat had to do a science presentation in front of mainly the whole school. Before she went up to present she had to use the bathroom. Badly. Due to nervousness and fear. As she walked into the girls bathroom about to burst, since there was a long line outside. She found out quickly that she wasn't alone. As soon as she got into a stall her bully Christina was right there smiling deviously at her. She begged and pleaded for Christina to let her use the bathroom. Christina otherwise had another idea and shoved kat into a wall, making kats bowels release a little. Having herself feeling her bowels pressing lightly against her panties, not fully out yet. In this short burst of events ofe had even worse luck since her name just got called. Her bully took this as an advantage and dragged kat infront of everyone to present. Kat tried to improvise but her bodly functions said otherwise and as she started presenting the crotch of her pants starting darkening. Her bowels emptying slightly afterwards. Everyone knew what happened due to her wearing elastic tight pants. Embarrassed she ran home in her soiled clothing. Crying in hysterics. Days went by after this happened. Her bullies got worse and worse. Took her weakness as an advantageadvantage. The rest of her tenth grade went by with her never not going a day where she didnt piss or soil herself. Causing everyone to look at her as a big baby. Since no one knew it was Christina and her gang. Kat tried to get smart one day and wore a diaper...but christina instantly knew and pulled kats down in the hallway. Causing everyone to see kat in a diaper. Justifying kat being a big baby. Kat liked this feeling weirdly though. The softness of a diaper and the humiliation. It was different then wetting or soiling her panties. So she continued to wear them. Kats vision slowly fades past the good times only reflecting bad times. Her past is what made her who she is today. 20 always depressed highly suicidal and into ABDL. She asks herself daily. What has her life come too?...