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  1. request

    Someone has some video where the girl wet herself because of an electric shock? Like she is electrocuted until pee herself? Something like that... Thanks for your help guys.
  2. AuthorFaust: Hehehe...Faust is glad to get to reveal this sort of thing, finally. It has been a long time since Faust first started this series....... And, yet, Faust enjoys the thought of continuing. So, without further ado...Let's get his plot started. [Chapter 1: Initiative] "Three months...." It had been three months since the boy had first obtained the wet note... Two months ago, he'd discovered another note, being held by the hands of others... And one month ago, he'd met, and befriended the lightly ditzy dart girl.....Lillica..... Winter season was picking up in town, and all around the school it showed. Bare legs were now covered with long stockings, or tights..... Shorts became pants, and the few that dared to expose any skin were barely able to keep still......The winds forcing them to shake faster than any full bladder could. "Not like I've really had any good moments to test that.." the boy thought to himself, shaking his head as he walked along. A dark green hoodie covered a blue shirt, long black pants shielding him from the cold. He idly rubbed the side of his head, thinking to the black notebook in his bag. The Wet Note..... A gift from a self-proclaimed Goddess of Lust, that held mysterious properties. He could write a person's name, and they would succumb to a warm, wet fate. The world would very well shift around to accommodate any specifications he made.....and, if he was feeling lazy...It was a mere timer to an accident. An invaluable tool to someone with a lust for dampened garments, knocking knees, and desperate squirming.....Yet.... 'I have to wonder....do I even want this anymore?' he thought, as he stepped into the building, unzipping his hoodie. 'I mean...it's lovely and all....But, the things people could do with this if I lost it...' He shuddered, thinking back to how he'd managed to narrowly avoid Weiss's complete social destruction from the other wet note holders....And how much worse it could be. He didn't know the upper limits of it's power....But.. 'If it's as powerful as I think it is..' he thought, absentmindedly walking through a door. 'Then...I don't think I could handle someone else having it...' He'd nearly been lost enough in this thoughts to not realize where he was pacing...A slight thunking catching him out of his element. "Ah..! Hey Faust. Getting cold these days, huh?" The boy smiled lightly as he looked up at the sole member of the darts club...With an easy, friendly smile. A pink and plum hoodie that no doubt shielded her from the cold...A purple skirt that covered part of her thighs, long, straight plum colored hair and some knee-highs that accented her outfit nicely.. A single dart was twirled in her thumb as she greeted him, Faust waving back, and matching her smile. "Yeah....I might have to wear another jacket over my jacket." the boy called out lightly, as Lillica lightly chuckled. "You know...We could do another game of Jacket-Darts...." the girl remarked lightly, as the boy held up his hand. "No." he started firmly....before starting to chuckle. "Never. Again." "Aww. I'd even let you go first this time." the girl started back, before tossing the projectile in a perfect arc towards one of the dartboards. As expected, it nailed the bull's eye.....Not that he needed any more proof of the girl's absurdly powerful throwing capabilities. "I'd rather we try extreme darts again." he added, moving to start to push the desks back into position. "Well...I'm not so sure on that one.." Lillica remarked, doing so as well. "I mean...we got lucky last time.." "Ch-Yeah...." the boy sounded, lightly shaking his head in recollection. "If it landed in anyone else..." The two of you continue to reminisce for a bit as the classroom is returned to normal...just in time for the warning bell. "Catch you later, Faust!" the plum haired girl callsed, waving as they parted ways. "See you on lunch." he called back, before starting to pace up to his own classroom. "Morning, Faust!" another familiar voice called, this one belonging to a girl with long pink hair in twintails. A fluffy red jacket was draped over the chair she was sitting on...But her outfit underneath was barely any different from the norm. A short sleeved, blue shirt...and a knee-length skirt that matched. White thigh-highs covered her legs minus a few precious inches of thigh....And, the boy had to fight to not ogle that little section. "Morning Yuno." he replied back, taking his seat next to her as the girl gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. He could feel his cheeks growing a bit rosy as the rest of the students started to file in, one by one. "Yuno's got herself a coffee in her system.." the pinkette whispered to him, letting her fingers brush along his thigh a bit. "So, she might be a bit...fidget-y in class today." Faust shivered a bit at the girl's words....giving her a small smile. "I...wouldn't mind that." he whispered back to her, trying to muffle his blush. Two months prior, on top of discovering the others with a note, his own lusts were found out by the girl next to him. Yet, rather than admonish him, she decided to indulge him every so often, holding deliberately during the days....Only going when it was an absolute emergency. He appreciated her little indulgences, but part of him longed for a little bit more.. Something like he'd seen in times past.... A truly desperate, vicious accident. A complete gusher.....The complete and utter soaking of one's garments........ Though, Yuno was still adjusting to the sort of desires as a whole.... "M..M..Made it..!' another voice called, white hair in a bob cut atop a fairly petite figure in a teal dress...with long, black tights pacing in. Another girl he'd befriended.... "Congratulations, Youmu. " he mused to the girl, who flushed brightly, and started to take her seat behind him meekly.... Youmu, while adorable, was another girl in his life....But, one who was plagued with constant, never-ending tinkle-torture.... So, the idea of proposing her to have one for him was out of the question.... And Lillica.... .... He couldn't deny that he did feel some form of emotion for the plum haired girl....But, the idea of forcing her to have an accident...... 'It'd be hot....But, she'd probably hate me forever.' he thought to himself, resting his head on his hand. Even if he used the wet note, he had some vague suspicion that she would find out anyways..... 'Never really had much of a poker face..' The day to day routine had become a bit tiresome.....But, it seemed this morning was fated to bring him out of his lull.... "Class, we have a new student today.." the teacher's voice called, holding out her hand. Faust's ears perked up as the door opened.....And an unfamiliar figure quietly strode in.... A sort of homely girl, with long, dusty blonde twinbraids...Wearing a loose tan sweater, and an ankle-length dress. Hands rested in her lap as she stood, golden brown eyes looking over the class in an almost elegant expression... "Hello.." the girl called in a soft, almost regal tone. "My name is Faye. Faye Lyras. It's nice to meet all of you." She gave a deep bow, and Faust could see the outlines of a..less than modest bust silhouetted in the lines of her sweater. He eventually tore his eyes away from the girl, as the teacher gestured at a corner of the class. "You can sit back over there.." the teacher called, waving her hand. "As for today, we're going over what we covered last week. Everyone, take out your books, and turn to page....." ..... .......... .................. The ringing of the class bell felt like it took a bit too long....But, the boy wasn't exactly bothered by it. Especially with the pink haired girl bouncing on her toes to the left of him, lightly rocking back and forth. "N..Nnnghhh.." she groaned quietly, turning to Faust with some pleading eyes. "Can...Can Yuno...Go use the potty now...?" The boy smirked knowingly, lightly waving his hand. "I dunno..." he teased lightly, the girl leaning in to whisper directly into his ear. "P...Please....Yuno's panties already feel a bit damp.." The boy quivered, but gave a small wave...relenting on his stance immediately. "Go on...Just this once." he permitted, the girl standing up on wriggling feet, and darted out swiftly.....Followed by the silver haired girl with no doubt an equally bloated bladder. The boy leaned forward in his desk a bit to conceal his growing excitement....Imagining the girl plopping down on the commode, and letting her waters flow. He gave a quiet giggle, before someone's figure peered over his desk. "Hello..." the new girl, Faye, called. "Do, you mind if I talk to you for a bit?" Faust glanced up at the girl at this.....reminding himself inadvertently of her bosom. "Umm...Sure." he called, standing up....Grateful for his loose enough pants, as the girl curled up a finger, beckoning him outside. He paused, but followed the girl out of the classroom...Before she turned suddenly. "You seem like you've got quite a following.." Faye added in a curt tone. "Something about you....Seems to draw people in. It's even trying to draw..me in.." The boy raised an eyebrow at this, more than a little suspicious of the girl's statement. "Um...We just met..." he added quietly, waving a hand out. "I..erm...Am not sure what you mean.." "Hmm...I see.." the girl called quietly, before starting back into the classroom. "Perhaps I was mistaken.." Faust couldn't help but feel a bit perturbed at this, but he returned to his classroom....The bell for second period ringing out after a few minutes. As the pinkette returned with a warm smile and supported him through History class, Faust couldn't help but steal glances back at the dusty blonde.... 'What...did she even mean by that..?' he thought to himself throughout the period...Eventually wresting his eyes away from her, and trying his best to remember what year the war of 1812 was held in. .... 'Gods I'm horrible at history.' The second bell came way faster than the first. and though he would no doubt need to look over Yuno's notes a third or fourth time to retain any of the day's information........He could feel a bit relaxed now. "Mmm....Yuno kind of wonders if she could have held it through second period.." she idly mused to the boy in a tease...prompting a slight flush. "Well...Better to not risk it." he gently tugged her down from the lewd plots that could be stirring in her mind....As he stood up from his seat. "Come on, let's go get some lunch." The pinkette popped up onto her toes at this, and giggled, gesturing along. "Lead the way, Faust!" she cooed, letting the boy escort her away. The classroom dispersed of people in a short time...leaving only a single figure still in their chair. The dusty-blonde, with a serious expression on her face. "Did I guess wrong..?" she called to herself, her eyes closing for a moment...Before opening anew, golden brown giving way to a pinkish-violet. "I thought for sure I'd found Saril's Chosen." ========================================================================================================================================================= [Chapter 1: Initiative, End]
  3. Hi! For them who don't know me, I am a french girl, 20 years old, getting married in may. This happened this week! Enjoy! And again, sorry if I do not write properly...English is not my mother tongue. Friday, I went to Paris for some shopping in the afternoon. It was hot outside so I kept hydrated before leaving home by drinking a bottle of water. I left home at about 14h30. At 18h, I was on my way back and I needed to pee since about 30min. I had to take the metro, a train and then a bus before beeing home, so it took about an hour and a half. In the train, I had to keep my legs crossed, and I couldn't keep still. Hopefully, the person next to me quickly get off of the train so it became more discreet. It was only 18h20 when I started to hold my crotch. After a few minutes, a spurt escaped. My panties were wet. Then an other spurt came. This one was longer so my pants' crotch became wet too. After a third spurt wetting my bottom, I managed to control my bladder again. But I was quite wet, and I think the seat too... When I arrived at my station , I tried to hide my bottom with my bag. It was about 18h50, and I had to wait 15 minutes before my bus came. So I looked around to see if I could find a bathroom. But I didn't. So I walked around the station to keep my legs moving to help me hold it. The bus finally arrived. I went into it, but there were no seat that wasn't occupied. So I had to stand. I couldn't hold my crotch with so much people around me, and I tried to stay still. But then I lost control again, and I felt my pee coming out, soaking my crotch. I managed to stop it before it ran to my knees, but there was a very big wet area on my grey pants. Fortunately, nobody noticed. I finally managed to get a seat in the back of the bus for the last 20 minutes of the ride. But I knew it was too late when I sat. So I peed myself again, soaking my pants and my seat. It started to fall on the floor, making a small growing puddle. My face turned to red. Thank God, it stopped before the puddle was too big, and there were only 3 persons when I got out of the bus, very embarrassed. When I arrived at home, I went into my room without being seen by my family. I cpuld change myself and hide my wet clothes before they could see it. I was partly turned on, but also I felt like a little kid doing a big mistake...so I was very embarrassed, but nobody knew about it so I feel good now! Here is a picture !
  4. 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.
  5. A "Choose Your Own Adventure" story with omorashi themes? Just what you've been waiting for, right? Well wait no longer! The tutorial room was filled with empty boxes and piles of books. Mostly ancient National Geographics, yellowing Mill& Boon, and shitty trade paperbacks from the 80's. You question your decision, not for the first time, to help out the University book fair committee by doing a first pass on the boxes of donations. Books are cool. These book are not. The pile of books that you and Nita have thought merited the attentions of an actual librarian barely qualifies for the word pile. It's two. Can two things be a pile? What if they were grains of sand? You'd need move than two right? You consider asking Nita her thoughts on what would constitute a pile but decide it's just too hot to have that argument today. You finish off the last of your water-bottle and wipe away the sheen of sweat that keeps appearing on your brow. You imagine you must look a mess. Nita, of course, looks great. You aren't sure you've even ever seen her sweat. There's only one box left unopened. You could sort through it. It probably wouldn't take five minutes. Or you could leave it for Nita and go to the bathroom for a quick pee. You've needed to for a while now and like your Mum always tells you, "a stitch in time saves nine." But it isn't anything like an emergency and it would be a bit slack to lump the last box on Nita. To open the last box yourself turn to page 89 To go to the toilet turn to page 43
  6. Hello, So, I have a video of this girl who genuinely likes wetting herself. I think there is a shortage of bed wetting videos, so I always try to get them when I can. In this scene I asked her to act out a dream in which she wets the bed. Enjoy :) L&W Bedwetting.flv
  7. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  8. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)
  9. I made this thread mostly for just regular omorashi artwork of mine. So suffice it to say, this thread is now my art dump. Edit regarding requests: I am willing to do nearly any female desperation, peeing or wetting. Leave a post on what character you want and what you want them doing. Maybes: Diapers, male omorashi, and comics. I am personally not into diapers, even though I've done the odd request here and there. I may yet do them, but I might not decide to for a long while. And for comics, they just take too much time and effort to do. No-nos: Messing, sex, guro/gore, and other such things. And with that, here we go. I was in the mood for a little bit of LoZ this time. And this one was inspired by one of antifairy's fanfictions.
  10. This is the stupid story about the one and only time that I have ever peed my pants. People wet themselves sometimes. It happens. My best friend wet herself in the third grade because the teacher wouldn't excuse her; so I learned to just go the the restrooms if you are bursting and fuck the consequences. They aren't worse than being teased for the next ten years. My sister peed herself in a traffic-jam on the Eastern Expressway because she didn't bother having a pee before she left the house; so I learned to always pee before you leave the house unless you want to have to answer questions with blushing lies for the next five years about what that stain is on your car seat. A boyfriend once pissed in my bed after drinking eleven beers and half a bottle of vodka; so I learned not to get that freaking drunk unless you want your girlfriend to dump your disgusting ass. I've always made sure to learn from other peoples mistakes. You should learn from mine. Don't put off having a pee when you need one. Just don't. It was a busy day at work. I was doing important shit. I'd needed to pee for hours. But I was like, "I'll just go later, it's all good." It was not all good. It the middle of a phone call with a client it happened. I peed. I sat there, at my desk, talking to a very important client, pissing like I was sitting on a goddamned toilet. See, I always imagined that as your bladder gets closer to involuntary release you get some sort of extra special signal. "FIVE MINUTES TO DISASTER! ONE MINUTE TO SHAME!" Nope. You just hold it for hours and then, all of a sudden, you piss yourself. LEARN FROM ME. Don't let this happen to you. I was soaked. The carpet under my desk was soaked. My chair was soaked. My stupid freaking gray skirt. Super fucking soaked. There was simply no way I was going to be able to clean myself, and my office, up on my own. I was going to need help. I considered all the women in my department, because I sure as shit wasn't going to be calling a man, but I didn't trust any of those gossipy bitches not to spread the news of my little disaster around the office by the end of the week. And then I remembered Sad, Fat Grace. No one ever remembers Sad, Fat Grace. She's everywhere though, in every office, every classroom, in every church group, every club, every organisation. She's trustworthy not only because she's one of the only actually good people in the world but because she doesn't have any friends to gossip to, even if she wanted. I gave her a call and she was in my office in minutes, almost panting from the excitement of actually being wanted. "Shut the door." I waited until she had. This was really fucking awkward. But it had to be done. "I've had an accident." She actually tilted her goddamned head in confusion. I tried again, "I've wet myself." I was so freaking annoyed at having to humiliate myself in front of Sad, Fat Grace but I made an effort to sound upset rather than irritated. She clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh you poor thing! Do you have a UTI? I had a UTI once and wet myself in a Safeway!" "I thought it would be okay..." I didn't, but she'd given me a plausible excuse and a medical condition was less embarrassing than just being a freaking idiot. Marginally. "Do you have a change of clothes at all?" I wanted to say, "If I had a change of clothes do you think I would fucking call you in here to tell you about it?" But instead I just shook my head sadly. "Okay, do you think you can make it to the restroom?" Uggh. Again with the stupid damn questions. Sad, Fat Grace is like that friend on Facebook who is always, like, "Have you tried googling it?" Except she would actually google it for you, and then cut and paste a Wikipedia page into your feed. God. "It's pretty obvious..." "Yeah, okay. Why don't I go get you some paper towels out of the restrooms?" Finally. She was doing something useful. After she came back with a shit-ton of paper towel and the restroom can of Febreze, which I really hoped she stashed in her handbag and didn't just parade through the office, I mopped up the floor and my chair while she took my skirt to the disabled restroom to rinse out and try to blot dry enough that it at least wouldn't drip. I did a passable job. I left my office window open over night and locked the door so the janitor wouldn't walk in while things were still drying. The Febreze smell was gone by the next day. I never heard any gossip about the whole affair so I guess Sad, Fat Grace kept her sad, fat mouth shut. And I never told anyone. Until now. As a warning for all you bitches. When you need a pee go to the restroom. Don't put it off. Or one day you'll be writing a shitty story about the time you peed your pants because you ignored the angry chick who warned you that you would. Don't be me.
  11. I've been running a 40k interactive for some time now, and while I still fully intend to run the thread, it is very involved on the author's end (Keeping track of many, many things and mechanics.), and so, after replaying Shadowrun Returns: Dragonfall, and reading most of the Shadowrun 4E core books, I've decided to start another, far more fluid piece of interactive fiction. Compared to my other thread, this will not have fully rolled up character sheets, or all that much in terms of mechanics, focusing more on narrative. Before the thread truly begins, I'll give a synopsis of the setting for anybody who is interested in following along, but does not know much about the setting. Shadowrun takes place in what is called "The Sixth World." It is based on our earth, with some important differences. History diverges leading up to the turn of the millennium, and corporations have begun to experience rapid growth, with things like laws granting their property extraterritorial authority, amongst other things. If the continued growth of these corps wasn't quite ominous enough, around the year 2012 two things happened. U.G.E. : Unexplained Genetic Expression. Humans begin to have children with elven and dwarfish features, in the vein of what we'd call fantasy races. Along with Elves and Dwarves starting to crop up, there is a great upheaval as Great Dragons awaken from a long, long slumber... and magic returns to the world in The Awakening. People begin manifesting magical powers and aptitude. To make a long story short, these two major events lead to a MASSIVE shift in society, causing countries to panic, fracture, and lose their grip on the populace, just in time for the Megacorporations to step in. Maps are redrawn, environmental disasters run rampant, nuclear technology begins to fizzle or behave oddly, and society more or less loses its collective shit. Then, Goblinization happens. People of all ages begin to suddenly express genetic traits not unlike U.G.E... Different from U.G.E, the process is excruciatingly painful, and results in Orks and Trolls manifesting as part of what has now been termed 'Metahumanity. Jumping ahead after the initial extreme upheaval and discrimination, things settle as much as they are able, and technology booms, as Megacorps push every sector of research to the bleeding edge, favoring profit over ethics. The Matrix results from the overhaul of the internet, and is a place where people 'jack in' via an implant and control a persona in the digital world. With the state of urban decay and lawlessness, it becomes a meeting ground for all sorts of people working shady and dangerous jobs. Shadowrunners. Fast forward to more recent events. A few decades on, events conspire through AI, terrorist groups, and other shadowy groups... And the Matrix crashes. This is not the first time - The first crash had been caused by a particularly nasty computer virus. The second Matrix crash is nigh-apocalyptic. Communication shuts down almost entirely, and technology has to be redesigned from the ground up. This paved the way for a modern, wireless Matrix. Over nearly everything in an area with Matrix activity, there is Augmented Reality, and AR goggles, implants and contacts, as well as commlinks and datajacks allow people to interact with the digital as if it were physical. Things haven't stayed quiet on the magical even front, however, and as Halley's Comet passes the Earth, another, smaller scale goblinization style event occurs, and metahumans of all sorts are affected at random by odd mutations - Catgirls, people turning into merfolk-mutants, adults that never physically leave their adolescence, and more. Changelings, these mutants are called, and the event is termed S.U.R.G.E - Sudden, Unexplained Recessive Genetic Expression. Now, in the 2070s, in a world changed forever, Shadowrunners are as busy as ever. The world is in a grim state, leaving many opportunities for those who wish to avoid the drudgery of wageslavery, or for those whom have slipped through society's cracks. The question now is, who is our new 'Runner? Please vote for one option from the following lists for character creation. Once the vote is concluded, the next will determine our runner's appearance. Note: I have limited character creation somewhat due to the nature of this thread... Since, for example, an AI would not have a physical body, Drakes are straight up too strong for what I have planned, Nartaki are from a culture unfamiliar to me, and certain metavariants (Minotaurs, Menehune, Xapiri Thepe, Oni, Ogres, Cyclopes, Harumen, Night Ones, Koborukuru or creatures like Naga (Armless snakes with human heads), Centaur (Human upper body on a horse lower body... With a horse's head.), and Sasquatches... aren't all that attractive, and this is intended to be titillating - Ideally in more than the sexual sense, but it'd be silly to avoid sexual content on a fetish forum. HMHVV infection (Vampirism, becoming a Ghoul, etc.) is a possibility, though not at character creation, and not without serious consequences. Metatypes: Human (All 'rounder, the baseline all metatypes are measured against. Lucky, compared to other metatypes.) Elf (Quick, charismatic, lean, taller than humans, beautiful, superior night vision), Variants: Dryad (Linked with nature and 'allergic' to pollution. Limited photosynthesis through patches of skin, shorter than average elves, project a natural glamour of grace, innocence, charisma and beauty.), Wakyambi (African metavariant, extremely tall and lean, matching or beating trolls in height, move with extreme grace.) Dwarf (Stout, short, strong willed. Less like fantasy dwarves, more like people with dwarfism. Vision into the infrared spectrum, resilience against pathogens and toxins), Variant: Gnome (No pubic hair, petite build inherent magical resistance, neotenous [Meaning that they appear adolescent indefinitely once they come of age. Would make our character Look like a Loli, with all the ageism that brings.]. Ork (Muscular, tend to be broad shouldered, Frequently discriminated against, have small tusks or jagged teeth. Superior night vision.), Variants: Hobgoblin (Lankier, more wiry than the average Ork, sharper features, sharp teeth, more predisposed to aggression, less body hair than the average ork.), Satyr (Goat legs and hooves, humanoid torso and pelvis, small horns, slender build.) Troll (Built like a brick shithouse. Vision into the infrared spectrum. Tallest metahumans, with proportionally longer arms, tusks or jagged teeth, bony armored plates all around the body. Frequently discriminated against, considered dangerous by most, stupid by others. (Though there is zero evidence supporting the latter of such claims.), Variants: Giant (Leathery skin, 9ft tall on average, human proportions, no horns or dermal deposits.), Fomori (No dermal deposits, smaller than average trolls, stronger than average trolls, high incidence of magical talent.) Non-Metahuman Sapients: Pixie (Tiny nonhuman sapient, average height around a foot and a half tall, with a wingspan two thirds their height. Appear otherwise as miniature elves of various ethnicity. Disappear when they die, and are inherently magical, can astrally percieve at will, may conceal themselves at will.) Free Spirit (Magical spirits that have taken physical form and wish to remain in the physical world. Can take many different physical forms, open mimicking metahuman features. Cannot use cyberware, biowere, geneware, nanoware.)
  12. 'That'll be twelve-fifteen, would you like a carrier bag?' The man shakes his head and hands be the cash, a ten and a five. I hit the button on the till and put in the notes, pull out the change, and hand it over 'Thank you, have a nice day' I smile at him. He's already walking away as I say it. It's no fun sat behind this till. I've only been here an hour and I'm bored out my mind. The chair's uncomfortable, the work is menial, and it smells like someone's spilt milk about a week ago and no-one's cleaned it up. But still, college won't pay for itself, so here I am, wasting my weekends away telling people about the special offer on any 'Diego' brand products. Buy one, get a free frying pan, *woohoo*. It isn't even a good frying pan - It's some soft, cheap metal that scratches is if you look at it too harshly. Still have to try and hand them out. I sigh and lean back in my chair. I lift up my hand and glance at my watch. 6:15 AM. Sunday morning. I hate mornings. Who in their right mind is up before ten? Mad people, that's who. At least with a morning shift I get to go home at 1. Maybe then I could make up for lost sleep. Leaning back, I puff out my cheeks and spin around on the chair. I'm the only one in at this time. Well, the manager's in, but she's always in. I don't think I've ever come in to this place and not seen her doing something. I'm not sure she even sleeps. Here she comes now, walking down the food aisle like she's got something to do 'Morning Katie' she sings to me cheerfully. Something must be up, she's not usually this happy 'Morning, Margret' I reply. 'Come now, liven up!' she trills. 'Big day today! It's our two-for-one offer on all Cola, so be ready for a busy day of work' 'It's sunday' I remind her. Her face drops and her mood darkens 'Look here Katie, If you don- *Ahem*' She clears her throat, takes in a breath and restores her cheery attitude 'Oh, Katie!' she sings. 'We must always be ready for anything, here at LowCost!' I've never seen her do this before. 'Are we being inspected?' I ask drily She looks around quickly. No one here, of course. She turns back to me 'Yes. As it happens, we are.' she snarls. 'And you better make us look good so we can be the branch they film the next advert in, they're auditioning today, and if you ruin things with your 'couldn't-care-less' attitude, I'll-' 'Margret Ginger to the office pleeeaase, that's Margret Ginger to the main office pleeeeaaaaase' Margret glares at me, cut off by the overhead speaker. 'Best. Behaviour.' She hisses, before she brushes herself off, and skips daintily away like butter wouldn't melt. Well, it wouldn't if someone fixed the dairy-fridge. So today is the day the adverts are filmed. They'll film ads in a bunch of branches, and then air the best ones. This branch hasn't been in the advert for so long as I can remember, but Margret, with her delusions of grandeur, insists that we win it this time, and in her effort to win, she's hand-picked the staff that will be in today based on how attractive they are. Honestly I'd be a little flattered if most of the other staff here didn't look like they'd come from a middle-school portrait club. If it were any other store I probably wouldn't be in for this sort of thing, I'm not exactly a model or anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not ugly or anything. I'm just unkempt. I've got blonde hair that reaches to my shoulders. Wavy and messy because brushing is something for people that don't have an essay due in every other day to do. Permanent bags under my blue eyes because sleep is for people who aren't three weeks behind on that one history paper. Un-ironed white shirt (I don't even know if I've got an ironing board), creased grey skirt that ends halfway up my thighs. I don't think I own a pair of tights that aren't laddered somewhere, and today's pair have a hole about 6 inches long up my inner-left thigh. Cheap white trainers. And a neat red tie and a name badge complete my ensemble. I don't think a day's gone by without Margret having a go at me for some part of my uniform. Today she gave me a hairbrush before we begun, so my hair is particularly neat (It doesn't stick out quite so much as usual) While I'm sat here killing time, might as well tell you about myself. I'm 5 foot something, fairly light for my age, and I'm studying modern history at university. I'm living in the university dorm (one bedroom, one bathroom and a communal kitchen for about 9 others). I'm single, I enjoy long walks on short piers, I don't like mornings, I don't like Margret, I don't like working at this sh- Oh hang on, another customer. The man dumps his shopping on the belt which brings it toward me. Just the usual groceries, milk, eggs, some sausages, and two bottles of cola. I swipe them over the scanner and put them to one side 'That's eight fifty' I tell him, trying to hold back a yawn. Would you like a bag?' 'Please' I pull a bag from under the desk and hand it to him. He puts he stuff in, struggling with the sodas. Noticing how the liquid slops about though, it makes me think I ought to use the toilet soon. I can't go yet though, Margret might punch me if I left the tills empty. Even if the shop is empty. We've probably had most of our customers already. As the man walks out, receipt falling out of his bag as a breeze catches it, I can't help but think that I should have bought some of my coursework with me. Might take my mind off the boredom and my slowly filling bladder. Really starting to regret pulling an all-night study session, I feel like death, and I've put nothing into my body but coffee for the past twelve hours. It hasn't woke me up though - I feel like I'm vibrating but at the same time about to fall asleep. I'm sure that's not healthy. I yawn and lean back again, kicking my shoes off under the desk. I know the shoes are part of the uniform, but it's not like anyone can see them. And even if they could, the 'no shirt no shoes' rule only applies to customers. I straighten out my body and stretch, arms over my head. 'Yaaawwwh..' I glance at my watch. Six twenty. It's going to be a long day... Two hours later and no-one's come in. I've been sat in this chair, trying not to fall asleep, when I could have been finishing off work, revising, sleeping, anything that wasn't sitting in this damn chair. Still haven't gone to the toilet. Turns out the other two folks who were meant to come in today are both off. So I'm the only one working the tills until the afternoon shift starts. Ugh. I look at my watch again. Still 8:15. I slouch over in my chair and slam into the till, head resting in my folded arms. 'KATE!' Margret screams from the other end of the store. I drag myself up while she thunders over. 'Katie, I swear to-' she stops shouting 'Katie, we're going to win this advertising deal okay? Because, if we do, I get a raise. That means if you make us lose, you're taking money away from me. So tha- *dong* The door's slide open and about six men come in, with cameras, a boom mic, and a clipboard. 'Oh Hello~~!' Margret warbles. 'So good that you're here! We've been expecting you!' Guess this is it. My Television debut. Margret eagerly starts helping the crew bring in their equipment, while some of the men walk around looking at things. One of them heads over to me, I guess my unkempt everything is already ruining Margret's dream of being in an advert He walks over and stares at my breasts, without even a lick of shame. In fact he looks sort of confused, what is he- Oh. He's looking at my name badge, which is upside down. I take it out, turn it around and put it back on. I look up and grin at him. He doesn't respond. I lean back in my chair and sigh again. With this lot here now I have to pretend I want to be here. I sit up, straighten my tie and try to smile. Sod that, they don't even have the camera's set up yet. Dropping my facade and leaning back, I try to ignore everything and just hope that time passes by without me noticing. Not likely though, my bladder is aching enough now that I can't ignore it. It's keeping me aware. Margret doesn't let us use the toilet most days, so today she'll be doing everything she can to have me stuck in this chair and looking my best. It takes the team half an hour to set up, then another half hour to discuss the scripts with us. I don't know why we bother, I look like I've been dragged around, with my torn tights, creased shirt and messy hair. The stylist says I have a sort of 'shabby-chic' look. I say he has a 'I-don't-know-what-I'm-talking-about' look. Me and Margret are given scripts each, with awful cheesy lines like 'Here in the dairy, we have Moo-velous deals on skimmed milk!'. I can't think of too much that I'd rather be doing less, but I'm the only one on the floor today, So I kind of have to. Me and Margret take turns on the till to make sure it's never empty. I think some of the customers have spent more time looking around just to avoid being served by her. Anyway, my shift now, which means I get a fifteen minute break from filming. I was right about customers avoiding Margret. When I sat down about three people came over immediately. All of them bought colas, two-for-one offers really are effective. Cola swilling about in a bottle is also pretty effective and making me realise just how much I need the bathroom. How long has it been since I last went, anyway? Let's think....I was studying last night at around six, had a short break playing Dark Souls until ten, had a coffee, studied until 11, had another Dark Souls break until three, went to the toilet, had a shower, had more coffee, got dressed, proof read my essay on Verdun, had another coffee, got my coat and left at five... That might explain why I feel like a nuke about to go off. I'd better ask Margret if I can go, it's worth a shot... No. A violent no. I thought she would bite my head off. She didn't scream or shout, but when I asked her she gave me a look like a punch to the head. If looks could kill I'd be obliterated. So I have to wait until the next break. Her exact words were 'N-not now Katie (she stammered holding back her anger, I could tell), the film crew won't be here much longer, just sit down and do your job'. She tried to make it sound sweet and friendly in front of the camera crew, but I'm sure they didn't buy her act. No more customers have come in since the last three, which means I'm free to wriggle about behind my desk a little without looking silly. At least so long as the camera doesn't pan over to me. What an advert that would make - the camera pans round, catching all the sales and offers, then poor little me rocking back and forth in the background, red in the face and hands in my crotch. If Margret doesn't let me go soon, I'm sure that's what the ad will be. The tagline could be 'desperate offers!'. or 'Urine luck when you come to LowCost supermarkets!'. 'You won't Pee-lieve our low low prices!' You know, I'm not sure Margret is legally allowed to stop me using the toilet. But I'm also not certain she won't explode if I mention that. I'm not certain I won't explode if I don't go soon though. I'm at that point where I can't think of other things. My bladder is the main thing on my mind, but the time is a close second. I glance around my desk. I've got a half empty water bottle here. Perhaps I could sneak this under the table.... I take in hand and begin moving it down. I glance around just to make sure that-. Oh good. Margrets coming over now, abort mission. I put the bottle back quickly. 'Right, get a shot of me and Katie here' Margret says to them. 'I'll put my hand round her shoulders and say something about how nice the staff all are' I stare pleadingly at the man behind the camera. He doesn't seem to notice. 'I- could I please-' I begin, before Margret jabs me in the forearm 'Shut up and smile with me' She wraps one arm around my shoulder, her touch making me wince, but I force a cheesey grin. Then she notices my hands, pressed between my legs. 'Katie, make it look like you're scanning something' She says, glancing around for something. She picks up a cola bottle, one of the big ones. 'Hold this over the scanner' 'But Margret, I' 'DO IT' she hisses. I hold it up with both hands, forcing a grin while I do. Without my hands my bladder begins to scream. Nothing holding back now but sheer muscle. I'm trying so hard to hold it in, but it hurts so much! Hurry up and film the scene! Come on, I don't have forever! 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' Margret sings in my ear, grinning like a Barbie doll. I force my own smile as best I can, while trying to stop a torrent of liquid coming out of me. Holding the bottle doesn't help. I don't think I can go on much longer.... 'No no' the camera man says. 'Katie, darling, you need to smile naturally, you look crazed with that grin' 'Sorry, I just really need to' 'Katie...' Margret cuts in. 'Smile. Nicely.' I try to pull a less forced smile, and they begin filming again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly and here to help!' I can feel sweat on my forehead as I try to hold back 'Just ask our lovely Katie here!' she grins. The camera zooms on me. I can see my face in one of the screens the men hold, showing what I look like. I'm blushing and grinning like I murdered someone and got away with it, and my forehead looks completely damp. My underwear feels like it might be just as damp soon. 'I, uhh' 'KATIE.' Margret shouts. 'I gave you the lines' she hisses. Read them again. I put the bottle down and grab my crotch with one hand while I take the script in the other. My hand hits just in time - I feel a single drop hit my underwear, cooling quickly. Not enough to show, I hope. I read through the script. 'We'll tell you about our great offers when you reach the till'. 'Okay, scene, 1, 2, - ' I wipe my forehead and pick up the bottle with both hands. I almost lose control as I lift it over the scanner. I can feel pressure mounting. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are friendly, and here to help!' My bladder feels ready to explode. I won't make it.... 'We'll tell y-you about our great offers when you reach the toilet' I say 'Katie.' Margret sighs. 'If you screw this up again...' 'S-sorry'. I mumble. The bottle feels really heavy in my hands now. Three litres of cheap cola, swilling side to side. I need to choose between holding the bottle or wetting my uniform. It's a tough decision, but I'm going to hold the bottle up a little longer. I can feel my bladder getting angry at that decision. I hold it in the air and Margret starts talking again. I can't hear what she's saying anymore, the only thing on my mind is the ocean I'm holding back. All the while I'm grinning for the camera and trying to look natural. '...here to help' Margret finishes. Okay, my line now 'I need a wee' Margret's hand turns into a vice. I can't see her face, but I can feel her glaring at me, her eyes cutting through me like knives. She has a grip like nothing I've felt before. if only my bladder was the same. Margret starts yelling, but I can't focus on what Margret is shouting at me right now, but I can tell she's lost it, the camera man looks quite scared. My bladder is the only thing on my mind right now. I'm still forcing a grin. My bladder is getting closer and closer to breaking point. 'Once more' Margret sighs. I lift the bottle again. 'Here at LowCost, our staff are' *PSSSSHHHHHH* Oh god! I've gone and done it now! I'm wetting myself! I can feel it spraying on my face and - my face? I open my eyes and look at the spray, it's coming from the bottle. It's burst, and cheap cola is spurting everywhere! I toss it over the end of the till, letting it spray cola over the entire till as it flies. It bursts on the floor when it hits. I can't help but feel like it's some sort of warning. Hands free, I clamp them back down on my screaming bladder. Margret looks like she's about to catch fire. The camera crew notice this. 'M-maybe we could film it on the next till down?' If Margret does catch fire, I could probably put her out. She better hurry up though because otherwise it'll be too late. She forces herself to calm down, breathing like an angry bull as she does. 'Yes. That's a good idea. Come on.' The crew head over, and so does Margret. I stand up from my chair. Standing up feels like something is pushing against my bladder from the outside. Still, I have to hold on. I try and get a glance at the back of my skirt, check for any damage. I don't have a giraffe neck however, so I can only guess that I look fine. I run my hands over my ass to be sure. Taking my hands off is a mistake however, and I watch a drip fall from between my legs. I slam my legs together immediately and dash to the next till. I almost throw myself at the chair. Margret hands me a new bottle - one of the new 'supreme' bottles. Five litres of cheap soda. Five litres of agony. 'Hold this' I'm almost scared to touch it, just in case it's very touch will make me burst like a water main. I breath in, brace myself, and lift it. My bladder isn't a fan of this action. I have to hold it over the scanner like I'm scanning it. Which means holding it at an awkward angle at arms length. Usually I'd just drag something like this over the scanner and hope it gets picked up by the barcode-reader, but that doesn't look good on camera. So instead, I put my bladder muscles to the absolute test. It screams at me the second I lift the bottle 'Here at LowCost...' Margret begins I feel a drop escape. '...Our staff are friendly...' Another drop, and another '...And here to help' She finishes. Drip, then drip, then drip. Time for my line through my forced drip - I mean smile. 'We'll tell you...' no just drips now, but a very slow trickle '...about our great offers...' My muscles begin to fail '...when you reach the till!' I can feel a puddle forming 'Great, cut!' the camera man says. I drop the bottle and slam my hands between my legs so hard I almost knock myself over. 'C-c-can I go to the-' 'YES KATIE, GO' Margret yells. I scramble from my chair. As I stand I can see the mess I've left, an orange sized puddle sits on the black leather. At least that's all that I'll lose. I make a dash for the bathroom, as quick as I can, my feet pummelling the floor and then slipping the in soda No! Not now! The camera crew look over to me as I stumble back to my feet, fighting back another wave as I do. I glance over to them - the camera's still rolling! I don't have time to worry though, toilet toilet toilet! Scrambling back up, I make a bolt forward. I find myself back on my face. Wet shoes have betrayed me. I can't fight back tears as everything begins to get to me. It's like the world is trying to make me- Drip! Oh no, I'm really going to lose it now! I scramble up again, and make a charge forward, slipping immediately and landing on my face. Not now! Not now! I have to get up! One leg up, now the other. I pull myself to full height, feeling my bladder lose control slightly as I do. I'm now losing a slow, steady trickle, which begins to run down my leg. I'll have to walk if I don't want to piss myself on all fours like some kid. I go to step forward. As I move my leg my bladder loses control entirely and I lose a spurt. I bring my leg bag and stand still. I can't move. I mustn't move. Because if I move, I'm going to wet myself. I've never wet myself like this. At work, in front of cameras. I mustn't wet myself. My bladder doesn't agree, and another drip falls from me and into my tights. Here are my choices: Wet myself, have an accident, or pee in my tights. I'll let my bladder make that choice. I can feel the others looking at me. I can't see them, but I can feel them. I have to move. I drag my leg forward, not taking it off the other. Even the pressure from that is too much and a dribble escapes and I hear a drip hit the floor. I breath in deeply. I step forward, big stride. My bladder loses control and I spurt through my tights. Next step, same thing happens. I keep marching forward though, and with each step I spurt harshly. It takes me about twenty steps to reach the staff-only door to the toilets. I look at the floor behind me to see what I've done. Tiny puddles follow me up to the door, each one getting bigger and bigger until they reach my feet now. My bladder can't stop the flow now, and a gentle trickle is making its way down my leg and pooling by my feet. I grab the handle to the toilet and pull. It doesn't move. What I pull again, spurting hard as I do. Nothing. I take hold of the door handle and pull on it. Legs apart, hands on the handle, I pull! I pull again! I put all my effort into pulling! And as I do so my bladder gives up. As I yank on the door I begin to pee. I Keep pulling, but my bladder keeps peeing, pushing out a gold stream into my wet tights. I give up. It's not worth it. I lean against the door, tearing up, and I relax my bladder. I just let go. The stream hisses as it comes out, splashing down my legs before hitting the ground and splashing back up my shins. Feet at shoulder width, the stream of piss falls freely down to the floor, splattering loudly. My tights catch and hold all they can, and a warm patch spreads around my ass, thighs, knees and shins, as pee slides down my legs and soaks into my shoes. The white trainers quickly get dyed a pale yellow as they absorb what they can, holding the pee around my soles, toes and ankles. I feel a wave of relief make its way up my back, like no relief I've ever felt before. I can't hold back a moan, as pee streaks down my legs and tears streak down my cheeks. Still leaning on the door, I begin to squat down, until my legs are folded together, and my skirt catches the flood of pee coming from my aching bladder. Pee begins to pool around my ass, before it is filtered through my skirt. At least now it doesn't splash quite so much. I close my eyes as I let my body empty itself into my tights. While I have my accident, I remember why I had a shower at three in the morning...I hadn't made it to the toilet following my 'study break'. It felt strange back then. I felt silly, but also not too bothered, almost more relaxed than if I'd used the toilet. I did have to clean up after it though. Of course back then there wasn't a camera crew or a floor manager... I open my eyes again and look at what I'm doing. A pale yellow puddle surrounds me, steam rising from it. As I finish having my little accident, the store falls silent, and I realise the only sound before had been the dripping of the contents of my bladder. I stand up again, centred in my puddle. I'm almost proud of how large it is, but I'm also almost about to burst into tears. I take in a deep breath I stand outside the puddle, shaking one leg off at a time, flicking a few drips back into it. I wipe my hands on my skirt, leaving palm prints on either side. I let out another sigh, this time of relief. It felt so much better to not be carrying that around with me. I stand up and turn around, ready to head back - The camera crew are stood right behind me. They filmed the whole thing. Margret is with them. What do I do? What can I say? 'Uhh, you w-won't Pee-lieve our low low prices' After mopping up the mess, Margret came up to me and told me not to come in the next day. She hadn't fired me, she just felt bad about making me wet myself like that. Also I think she was worried that I might have filed a lawsuit or something. She also gave me some free stock as an apology, including one of those five litre bottles of cola. And she paid for a taxi to take me home. The driver was a little shocked to see me and my wet tights climb in the back, and Margret was a little shocked when the drive told her she'd have to pay a clean up fee. Still, now back in my dorm I can finally finish some of my essays that are due in tomorrow. I've got changed now, into my comfy pyjamas and that one hoodie I own that's way too big for me, and I'm sat cross legged on my computer chair with a hot cup of tea and my essay on the Great War in front of me. Gotta finish this before tomorrow. I take a sip of coffee while I skim over what I've already wrote. That said, I might take a short Dark Souls break first...
  13. Female

    I'll be posting all my omorashi related art here from now on, so both fan art and original characters will appear in this thread. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anyways, I haven't been posting for a while, that is because i'm lazy and don't draw much and also I have been doing non-omo art for a bit. I'll probably do a bit more omo art in the future, but its not really my primary objective at the moment. Okay, I do have something to show, some fan art I did of Hutsune Miku, and she is about to burst!! >w< I have made quite the improvement since I last posted on my other thread, I have to credit my girlfriend for my improvement, she has been a great teacher >w<
  14. I propose a competition to see who can post a picture of the hottest female ass after or during wetting. (There's no real prize except for the mutual enjoyment of all.) I'll start:
  15. 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
  16. 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
  17. I’m back and I’ve got a pretty interesting experience to share. It’s another public wetting, but I feel obligated to say that that’s not all this story will include. It was totally unplanned and definitely off-topic (so if any moderators feel obligated to move it to another forum, I won’t be offended) but it ended up altering the experience significantly and I feel like if I excluded it just to cater to omorashi it wouldn’t do the experience justice. So without further ado, here’s the tale. Sunday night after I published my story, I went to bed thinking about how I wanted to put on another public wetting show. Like Wednesdays, I have class on Monday, but it’s a different class so I figured that if anybody had witnessed my wetting last week, they wouldn’t be present to see this one. I didn’t want this to be on campus, though. (I think its best to let some time pass before wetting myself there again) Instead, I planned on doing it somewhere off-campus after class so I needed to regulate my desperation more carefully. Right before I left to head to class, I picked an outfit. Shorts seemed like a good choice again because I really liked seeing my bare legs glistening with pee last Wednesday! I reached to the back of my dresser and picked out a pair of white, jean ones. Now, before I describe them, it’s essential to mention that I’ve had these for a very long time and for some reason, a reason I couldn’t remember in that moment, I had stopped wearing them. I shrugged off my suspicions and decided to wear them anyways—they seemed to be in good condition. No holes no stains. Why would I have stopped wearing them? I would later be faced with an interesting adversity because of my decision. They were high-waisted and fit much like my other shorts—tight around my thighs, crotch and butt, and comfortably loose around my waist. I especially liked how the fly was wide and long, extending all the way down to the seam between my legs (I really dislike pants where the zipper ends farther up on the crotch for some reason). Again, I rolled up the legs. And, again, I went commando to spare my panties, as always. To accentuate my small waist, I wore a brown, leather belt. (Do you ever think about how women’s fashion is just about emphasizing our fertile features?) I also wore my white flats and a burgundy tank top that hung just above the waist of my shorts. After inspecting myself in the mirror, still not being able for the life of me to remember why I stopped wearing these sexy shorts, I grabbed my backpack and headed out for class. The subway ride was uneventful, for the most part. Except I couldn’t help but notice a man admiring my legs on the seats across the aisle. My rule of thumb usually is to let admirers look undisturbed. (Unless its really creepy, of course!) I caught him goggling multiple times. Every time I looked his way, he would swiftly adjust his stare so it seemed like he was looking at something else. I just smiled and shifted in my seat a little. Don’t ever let a girl tell you she’s not flattered! At my stop, though, it became apparent why he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I didn’t notice until surfacing from the subway, when I felt a gentle breeze down where I shouldn’t. I instinctively glanced over my breasts, down at myself. There it was. The reason I had stopped wearing these shorts. The zipper was completely undone! It was yawning—gaping-- and my bare skin was clearly visible behind the white denim. You’d think the little flap behind the zipper would have covered me up! But it wasn’t nearly as large as it should have been- it was actually quite skinny and, not only that, both parts of the spread zipper were pooched outwards, further exposing my pelvis. The zipper must have slipped down, I realized, because I distinctly remembered examining myself in the mirror before leaving home. Mortified, I ducked behind a little brick half-wall and yanked it up! It slid like butter and clearly had no grip. But I got it up and for the time being it seemed like it would stay on its own. I breathed a sigh of relief. I continued walking, though always careful to keep an eye on my crotch. In no time at all, I saw the gleam of the metal zipper handle as it began to slip down again. I yanked it up before it reached the halfway point. This was going to be a problem. I even considered going home and missing part of class just to change! But the irony wasn’t lost on me—I’ve made a hobby out of wetting my pants in front of people but I was embarrassed about an open fly! Apart of me laughed inside. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist—it’s partly why I find public wettings so thrilling! In the past I’ve worn dresses and sat with my legs too far apart (a few times I’ve revealed more than just my panties!) and, of course leaving one too many shirt buttons undone. Even wearing a low cut shirt can get me going! Hell, these are all things I’ve done since high school! The thrill of seeing men notice these ‘malfunctions’ and enjoying them is one of the greatest feelings in life as far as I’m concerned. Not to mention my husband goes crazy for these kinds of antics! (In fact he’ll probably get a kick out of me wearing these shorts in public in the future!) And I know that guy in the subway really enjoyed what he saw (which may have been more than just bare skin). With all of these thoughts rushing through my mind, and my sunglasses concealing my line of sight, I glanced back down at the faulty zipper. Maybe it was the increasing pressure on my bladder. Or maybe it was the rough fabric of my jeans brushing against my clit as I walked. But, whatever it was, and as crazy as it sounds, I was turned on by the idea of walking around with my fly wide open. It would seem innocent enough (I mean who sees an open fly and assumes somebody left it like that on purpose??) The handle was probably a quarter of the way down by now and you could already see the teeth pooching out some. I guess my swaying hips pulled it apart. I continued walking, noticing that every now and then a long stride would make it fall a little more. Before it even got halfway down, I saw a sliver of my skin showing through the growing gap. A guy stared at it in passing. I took a sip of my water bottle, still preparing for my wetting later, getting turned on by this in the meantime. Gravity pulled the zipper the rest of the way down in one long, totally silent sweep. The handle hung at the very lowest point, dangling between my rolled up pants legs. From the belt buckle on my waist to the bottom of my crotch, there was a gaping hole, yawning, breathing with every step I took. Thank god I keep waxed! The gentle breeze now aerating the inside of my pants reminded me that my bare skin was clearly visible! My sensitive vagina, however, remained covered, although hardly. I continued walking to my building. At a street corner I stopped with a group of people waiting to cross. Some were oblivious, but it didn’t take much time for a few to notice. A guy even repositioned his stance so he could nonchalantly steal glances at my crotch! I stood there with my hands in my back pockets and pretended not to notice. It’s interesting, really, how strangers won’t tell you-- I guess it takes some courage. But in this guy’s case I don’t think he wanted me to know! When the light turned, I noticed him walking parallel to me as we crossed the street, always stealing glances at my fly. I saw the faces of drivers I passed, too, sitting behind their idling cars, clearly mesmerized by my gaping zipper. It was absolutely exhilarating! Passing through an especially attentive crowd of grad students, I made my way to my classroom and went to my seat. The class was still filling, but the seats directly next to mine, which belong to two attractive looking guys who like to copy my notes, were still empty. Farther along the row though, a girl was staring wide-eyed at my crotch. My heart rushed. I sat down, trying to ignore it, and started unpacking my things. If my fly was gaping when I was standing, then I don’t know what to call it when I’m sitting! My legs were spread a little, and the zipper, being so long, loosely contoured my crotch down in between my legs. It went so far down that I heard the zipper handle brushing against the plastic seat whenever I made any slight adjustments. My hips, though, pulled both sides apart majorly. So much exposed skin! Even with my short, unsuspecting glance, I could see my labia through the gap! What a wild pair of shorts! This was going to be an interesting class, I thought to myself. The girl two seats down couldn’t take her eyes off me. After about a minute she waved spastically to get my attention. I kept my nerves cool and acknowledged her odd gesture. I knew what was coming. She leaned over to me and whispered, “Your zippers open!” I acted like anybody would upon hearing such news—I went wide-eyed and blushed, throwing my hand into my crotch to grab the zipper and pull it up. “Oh my god I can’t believe I was walking around like that!” She responded sympathetically with an open-mouthed, teeth-closed grimace. I matched her expression, thanked her, and went back to my computer screen. I was partly disappointed: it was exhilarating that she had noticed, but I wanted the guys who sit next to me to see! Suddenly I felt some relief. Actual relief—physical pressure being lifted! After zipping up, my shorts had gotten significantly tighter. But my wide hips were at it again, separating the frictionless zipper inch by inch. I didn’t dare look down. I didn’t have to. By feeling alone, it was obvious that my shorts were unzipping themselves. My fly only undid itself partly, though. Luckily, I had a water bottle that needed refilling. So I stood up, making sure to face the nice girl as I slipped out of my seat. We exchanged a brief smile and I saw her eyes dart back to my crotch, surely noticing the partly undone zipper. She said nothing. After I passed her, I glanced down to inspect the damage. My zipper was already fully undone. The poor girl must have witnessed it fall the rest of the way—her good samaritan act was for nothing! I had a feeling she wouldn’t tell me again. When I reached the water fountains, I had a chance to inspect my fly more closely. I was actually intrigued by how wide it could spread. In the privacy of the small hallway, I decided to test my limits. I reached down to see if the zipper was really as unzipped as far as it could go. It was actually longer than what showed on the front—curling under my crotch another inch or so. So I pulled it the rest of the way down! I even pulled at the sides to make it gape spectacularly! Guys, let me break the fourth wall for a minute and tell you that this is something I plan on doing again and again. It’s not omorashi but if you want to hear some sexy stories about it, I’ll start a tumblr (which has already been suggested to me). I was excited to see how a wetting would go. But it would be risky to do it in too public a place—wetting your pants with the zipper gaping wide open didn’t make for a very believable scenario! Anyways, now that my zipper was fully down and positively gaping, and my water bottle was filled up, I made my way back to the room. The girl noticed immediately but still said nothing. My neighbor guys were both seated now and getting ready for class, which was about to start. I sat down, my hips pulling my zipper further apart I’m sure, the cool ac air gently caressing my exposed labia, and got my notes page ready on my computer. Both guys noticed, simply fixated, seemingly unable to take their eyes off my crotch. I suppose this was one of the luckiest days of their life! I felt so naughty! But I just continued acting oblivious. They said nothing when class started. Two and a half hours passed and no one said anything. It’s hard not to look down at yourself for that long! But I persevered—honestly not knowing just how much was exposed at any given time. I noticed that my guys were having trouble concentrating- their notes page was practically blank! My bladder was getting pretty full, too. I imagined what it would be like to start peeing right there. A good bit of urine would probably just spill out of my fly! Hell my shorts would probably barely get wet at all! It was a thrilling thought. When class finally ended I made sure to stand up first, holding my crotch within inches of the guy sitting to my left! The girl one seat down couldn’t stop smiling. In fact we exchanged a smile as I passed! I was really having a fantastic night! I filled up my water bottle at the fountains one last time and started walking to the exit. With my fly gaping, yawning with every step, I made my way through a crowd of darting eyes. I actually really had to go to the bathroom now, but I made sure not to throw my hand into my crotch out of desperation. I was having too much fun playing dumb to risk giving myself an excuse to notice my wide open zipper! I headed to the subway and rode it down one exit to a little privately owned bookstore I sometimes go to. They have good coffee. The streets weren’t too crowded along the way, but of course many people still stared at my crotch in passing. At the bookstore, I made my way to a group of comfy armchairs. They were organized in such a way as to face all of each other around a coffee table. They also had big, flat armrests that were ideal for placing a laptop on—the perfect excuse to keep my crotch exposed! There was a girl who must have had the same idea as me, reading from her laptop, sitting comfortably and sipping her coffee. She was black with a gorgeous, frizzy hairstyle and big, loopy earrings. I took the chair directly across from hers and set up my computer. She noticed my fly immediately. I half-expected her to say something! There was nobody around, it would have been the decent thing to do. I was actually hoping she would just so she could witness it fall down again like the girl in class had! But I suppose she decided against it. After I got comfortable, sitting Indian style (with my fly positively gaping I’m sure!), my laptop sitting to my right on the big chair arm, and the cool ac air flowing freely inside my jean shorts, I looked over at her to see how she was handling it. Dead stare. A few minutes later I saw her holding her phone suspiciously! I’m positive I was the lively subject of her snapchat or twitter or something! The thought crossed my mind that maybe one on the guys in my class took a picture of me too! I just pretended not to suspect anything and went back to my computer screen. For 45 minutes I sat, though constantly adjusting myself to satisfy my bladder. By the end I was rhythmically waving my legs open and closed. I’m sure it made my fly look incredible! I was pretty desperate at this point, though still determined to remain ‘oblivious’ to my exposure. I packed my things and left, the girl watching me the whole time. Exiting the shop, I saw there was some distance between the bookstore and the subway station. Walking along the well-lit but empty street so late at night really made me want to pee. God knows I had to! I could feel my bladder muscles quivering. I spotted a bar with a big window at the street corner. It looked like one of the booths was filled. I walked up and stood there, waiting for the lights to change. Then, with the crosswalk button pressed but no traffic, I turned around to face the window. Three middle-aged gentlemen peered out at me, smiling the whole time. One made a crude zip up gesture. They had clearly had a good bit to drink (on a Monday night, for christ’s sake!) What a great opportunity! My heart was racing! I looked down at my exposed skin and back up at them, making no move to fix myself. In that instant, I had made my vital decision. I started to tease my bladder muscles, letting my piss teeter at the very edge of my urethra. I was utterly thrilled but I couldn’t wipe the horrified look off my face. I placed my hands on the front of my thighs and spread my legs a little, urging my bladder to let loose... It was less of a steady release and more of a burst! The noise was clearer than ever through my open zipper. The sound of liquid gushing against denim—what a lovely sound! I felt it rush under my ass and to the sides of my thighs. My rolled up pant legs quickly became damp and started dripping. Skinny streaks of urine began streaming down my legs. I leaned forward some. That’s when it found its way to my open fly. In a thick, glimmering stream, it poured out of it and splattered onto the cement sidewalk. The harder I pushed the more that found its way up to my wide open zipper. I closed my eyes and pushed as hard as I could, breathing deeply. With my chest heaving, and hot piss shooting against my clit, I shuttered at every sensation. The tops of my shoes were still dry. I felt myself smile and opened my eyes, still peeing, and met the drunk men’s gaze. Two were frozen, one looking down at the water works and the other looking me right in the eye with a brilliant smile on his face! The third was laughing jovially with his hand on his buddies shoulder—he must have been the one that pointed me out to them in the first place. If you’re reading this, guy: great call! I leaned back, cutting the stream of piss spilling from my fly, and let the last soak into the tight denim against my butt. I slid my hands slowly from my thighs to the back of my waist, right above my back pockets. With the show over, my legs and crotch glistening, and my audience mesmerized, I gave them one last smile. I’m sure with my eyes positively sparkling! I turned and crossed the street to the subway entrance, still not bothering to zip my shorts up! Clutching the straps of my book bag, I walked quickly, though making sure to tantalizingly sway my hips all the way across. I wanted to shove my hand into my open fly and vigorously finger myself! I’m sure my pussy was fully engorged by that point. But even more than that I wanted to get out of there so I rushed down the stairs and hopped on the train right before it closed its doors. There were only a few people, all with a row of seats to themselves, minding their own business. Nobody paid my open fly and soaked shorts any notice. On the ride home, I thought about how I could recount my story for you guys. This was definitely the hardest experience to capture! I don’t know how I mustered the courage to do that! I suppose desperation really enhances my spontaneity! While it was absolutely thrilling to blatantly wet myself in front of those men, I don’t think I’ll be trying anything like that again anytime soon. In hindsight, I could have actually gotten in a lot of trouble! And I think I’ll save these shorts for general exhibitionist purposes instead of wettings in the future-- most of my piss just poured out of the open fly, after all! I changed out of my wet clothing when I got to my car. I got my shorts in the washer before my husband was any the wiser. I want to tell him soon—maybe I’ll show him this story first! Like I said earlier—he’d probably really enjoy seeing me with a broken zipper! I hope you enjoyed my story! And I hope that you guys enjoyed the non-omorashi parts too. My next stories will be more in line with the norm. (I actually put on a show in the grocery store parking lot earlier today! You’ll hear about it later of course—it won’t be nearly as long.) So give me some ideas!!! I love to hear your responses!
  18. One time I left school and got on the bus and I realized that I was so desperate to wee so my bus ride is 20 minutes and I was bursting by time we left school. Now there's a bumpy road on the way to my house five minutes in and when we went over I spurted in my jeans I crossed my legs tightly my panties wet and then I let out a two second long spurt and stopped myself unwillingly I also had to poo and some came out squishing on my arse I let out a five second long spurt and my panties were soaked with wee and as soon as I got to the bathroom. I saw the toilet and pissed my nickers I was so embarrassed.
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  20. I'm curious to hear any stories anyone might have of themselves and a friend either wetting themselves together, playing holding games, etc. I've read a few on this site, and I decided to add my own. When I was a kid, there was a time in my life when I had to spend sometimes days or weeks in a row at my maternal grandmother's. She lived in a very small town (aptly named a village, maybe three hundred people lived here) about fifteen miles from my hometown, so it was small and there weren't a lot of people there my age. When I was seven, I had met this girl a year or two older than me who was visiting her family for the summer. We'd hung out a few times, but then she went back to her homestate, and I went back to being lonely all the time. Fast forward to the next summer, and I'm walking the dog with my grandmother when I see who I think is the girl riding her bike down my block! So despite being normally very shy natured, I ran as fast as I could after her, screaming "Hey, hey you!" until she stopped. Much to my horror, it WASN'T the girl from before, and after a VERY embarrassed apology I discovered she was my age, and lived a block away from my grandmother's. We became fast friends, and were pretty much INSEPERABLE whenever I stayed there, which was often. I have quite a few peeing stories with her, let's call her Shelby. To this day, I can't help but wonder if she may have been into omo as well, but I lost touch after her father came out, divorced, and moved her across state at the end of jr. high. I don't remember how it started, but Shelby and I ALWAYS went into the bathroom together whenever one of us had to pee. Never if we had to go #2, although the other would sit outside the door so we could still talk, but we always shared the bathroom when we had to pee. Usually, one of us would sit on the sink or lean against the counter while the other did their thing, and although we were both old enough to know this was weird, and had long outgrown the age where you think things like sharing the bathroom or taking baths together were okay, and hell, we'd even spoke a few times about how we didn't do this with ANY other friend (this made me feel special), but we still did. I was always fascinated by listening to her pee, and from how she reacted when it was my turn, I think she felt the same way. There were even a few times when we both came in from playing outside and one of us would pee in the sink while the other used the toilet. It started as a dare directed towards me that I accepted. A few times, one of us would dare the other to "pee while standing", which usually involved hovering backwards over the toilet while some pee went down our legs or on the seat. Once, I dared her to take of her pants and pee standing up in the shower, which she did. I couldn't see a whole lot, though, because my grandma had a glass shower door that was frosted and distorted the image. If we weren't doing that, whenever we'd take my uncle's dog out on walks through the local "park" (basically a long gravel driveway and a playground set next to a shit ton of woods) we'd take turns daring each other to pee either in the bushes, or, if we were brave, out in the middle of the gravel roads. We also used to ride our bikes evverywhere around the small town, and I vividly remember us having a few "accidents" a few times at the baseball diamond across town from my grandma's. We'd ride allll the way there (it was about twenty minutes on bike) and play in the dirt or look for baseballs, then sit in the dugouts and play pretend for hours at a time. There were no bathrooms anywhere over there, though, so we'd always end up holding it too long then having to ride home. I remember one time we were riding back because we'd both admitted to needing to go (I was pertty bad, but thought I could make it since I'd let out a squirt a few monutes before and let up the pressure, but she was bursting) and we got on our bikes to go when I heard her say "Oh, no..." I looked over to see her straddling her pink bike, her butt hovering over the seat by about half an inch and a stream of pee coming through her shorts, onto the seat, then splashing over the sides. She peed for about eight seconds, not moving, a look of far-off concentration on her face until she was done. I remember feeling "tingly" (I had started masturbating two years before this, but I didn't know what it was or what I was doing) and pressing my crotch into the extended part of my plastic seat, before taking a deep breath and saying "It's okay, I'm going, too." and began to pee myself. It was exhilirating, and it felt sooooo good, and to this day I'm not sure if I was just taking advantage of the situation or if I was trying to make her feel better or what. The sky was cloudy, and I knew my grandma would be PISSSED and not let us go back to the diamond if I told her what happened, so Shelby suggested casually we ride around until it rains and then we'll be wet all over and nobody will know. Looking back, I think she'd done that a few times. So we did. After that, we began peeing on our bikes as we rode whenever it was raining, and a r=few times we'd sit on the swings at the park and pee ourselves on dares. I wish I knew where she was, now. Last I heard she'd moved to a city a few hours away, but that was back when I was in highschool, and I've never been able to find her online due to her changing her last name. But, anyway, that's my story.
  21. 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
  22. *Sigh* I sat up groggily with sunlight in my eyes. "Oh no, I'm late!" I jumped out of bed and put on my overalls. All I knew was that my older sister was going to be mad at me. I was supposed to help set out the feed for the Touros and Miltank. There was no time for me to get fully ready, so I ran outside. "I'm here!" I shouted. "It's about time, Amelia. I thought I was going to do all the work again." "I'm sorry..." I quickly began to get to work, and started bailing some hay. We worked for about an hour, and I quickly realized I never had a chance to use the bathroom. "Amelia, I'm going to take a break. You continue for a while without me." "Okay, Lacy." She went inside and I quietly cursed myself for not using the bathroom. I continued bailing hay to give to the Pokemon. After what seemed like half an hour, Lacy finally came back out. "Amelia, can you come watch some Pokemon for a while? I need to run up to the pokemart real fast." "Oh really? Sure!" I put away my pitchfork and ran inside. "They're right in back. I shouldn't be gone too long." "Thank you!" I never really get the chance to watch the trainer's Pokemon because Lacy is the senior caretaker. I usually get to watch after eggs. She led me around back, and I saw the little poockyena and gible tussling. "Oh not again!" Lacy cried. She quickly separated them. "Amelia, make sure that these two don't fight each other. They've been mean to each other lately." "Okay." Lacy left, and I realized I still hadn't peed. My bladder was starting to hurt, and I gave myself a quick squeeze. I sat down and the poockyena jumped up onto my lap. "Oh!" I felt my panties dampen and I tensed up. "Warn me before you do that!" I scolded. But he was a little cutie so I petted him. "I wish Lucy would get back soon..." The small pooch jumped down from my lap, and I leaked again. "Oh!!!" I grabbed myself and grimaced in pain. I realized I could no longer hold it, and rushed towards the corner of the room. I began to unbutton my overalls, and then I felt it: a gradual stream began to dampen my panties, and I cried out. I grabbed myself, but it was no use. The urine soaked my hands, and I began to cry. "Oh no... What'll I do? What happens if Lucy sees me like this..." I sobbed. The warmth spread down my legs and into my boots. My socks were soaked by the time I was finished. I quickly debated in my mind, "I can't let Lucy see me like this... But the Pokemon must come first..." I decided to stay to watch the two rascals. After about an hour, I was quite uncomfortable being in wet clothes. My crotch was starting to chafe, but there was nothing I could do. Lucy finally walked in. "Hey Amelia." "Hey..." She walked over and set a bag on a table. "I hope they weren't too much troubl- oh... What happened?" I blushed furiously and looked away, "Not much... I kept a close eye on these two..." Lacy put a hand on my shoulder, "Amelia... You could have taken a bathroom break if you had to go. Go clean yourself up." I got up, and walked to my room. My socks were still wet, and I could feel a little squish every step I took. When I arrived into my room, I closed the door behind me. To be honest, the warm wetness on my crotch made me feel hot. I figured I had enough time for release. I took off my wet overalls, and examined my still soaked blue striped pantsu. They were darker in the crotch, but somewhat see through. I kept my wet socks on and laid on my bed to play. I slowly rubbed the urine into my wet pussy, and I felt myself climax. "Oh!" It dawned on me that I needed to have this feeling more often. and the pleasure quickly relaxed me, and I fell asleep.
  23. Part 1 Zoe was excited and nervous for her first day of college. Being home schooled she had never learned how to fully interact with kids her own age, so college at the time seemed like a fantasy. "You got this, you got this, you got this" she said to herself. Wearing some red leggings and a black hoodie, she had dressed for the purpose of blending in, plus dressing for comfort was not something school she would ever give up. As she sat at the desk she noticed the other students were much older than her. The clock struck 12 and the professor walked in with a confused look on his face. "Excuse me, what is your name?" The whole class stared at Zoe and her anxiety began to take shape. "Zoe sir, I mean Zoe. I'm new, I mean I am a freshmen." The professor walked up to Zoe angrily. "Zoe, you have the wrong class, this is for juniors. You have wasted our time, and you are now late to your own class. Get out!" The professor smacked her desk which made Zoe jump with fear. Running out of the class she began to have a panic attack. "No, no, no. Dammit I can't breathe." Zoe shut the door with a slam and began to breathe heavily with tears in her eyes. "I should skip today I don't think I can take coming in late, but this is all wrong. Stupid, stupid Zoe!" Having sat on the bench for about 15 minutes Zoe noticed something on the bulletin board. Zoe quickly reached for her cellphone and began to call. "Hi excuse me, is his the free hypnosis therapy number?" "Oh, wonderful! Hold on a second let me put something down. I'm so glad you called I didn't think I would have any takers." Zoe explained her situation, her anxiety and what she was hoping to accomplish. "This is perfect, come on by, my apartment is right next to the science building. I'm number 302, I can't wait to get started. My name is Roland, I'm very much looking forward to meeting you." She had made it to Roland's apartment, a simple apartment with children's toys scattered about. Roland quick speaks "please forgive the mess. My daughter is a bit of a handful and we weren't originally expecting company." "It's alright, I'm just glad you are seeing it such short notice. How old is she?" "Chloe will be 4 in about a week now. She's taking a nap right now in the back. Would you like to get started, please lay down on the table." She slowly climbed up on the table and laid her head on the pillow. The table was a normal dinner table with a sheet over it but Zoe was small enough that it wasn't a problem. Roland closed the window covers and dimmed the lights. He began to light a candle that was placed next to her head. Roland began to speak "I want you to take 3 deep breaths, and as you exhale I want you to think about falling into total relaxation, right now just breathe." Roland had begun a musical tape that put her deeper into the hypnosis. She took the first breathe and a wave of relaxation hit her. She took a second breathe and she could feel herself drifting into another world. By the third breathe she was completely taken into the hypnosis. Roland began to speak "From here on out every word I say to you is absolute truth. I want you to repeat them word by word as I say them. And when ever you hear the word "trigger" or say the word "trigger" you will physically and mentally prepare yourself to what I'm about to tell you. Is that understood." Zoe immediately responds in her deep state "I understand." "You will not let anxiety take over your life." Zoe repeats "I will not let anxiety take over my life." "You choose to feel comfortable around others." "I choose to feel comfortable around others." "You love myself, and you will forgive your mistakes." "I love myself and I will forgive my mistakes." "I...." Roland stops and hears his daughter crying. He rushes to his daughters bedroom while Zoe remains in the hypnotic state. "It's okay to wet your bed" Roland tells his daughter. Zoe responds "It's okay to wet my bed." "Accidents happen to everyone, it's alright" "Accidents happen to everyone it's alright." Roland hugs his daughter "Peeing yourself happens, it's what you do." Zoe begins to relax her bladder. "Peeing myself happens, it's what I do". Zoe begins to relax her bladder, as minor drops begin to come into her underwear. The warmth feels so good to her even in this state, she begins to relax even more. Slowly a small stream begins to spread the warm pee into her underwear. A small dot appears on her red leggings as the pee begins to fill, and slowly but surely the pee the stream becomes a flood. She begins to overflow with pee, coming down her pants onto the table and the back of her hoodie. The power of her pee spread through the legs and create a large puddle under her, that begins to drip onto the floor. Roland laughs with his daughter "Your always be daddy's little bed-wetter and he'll always love you for it". Zoe repeats "I'll always be daddy's little bed-wetter and he'll always love me for it." I plan to continue to update this, I have alot of places I can take it. Extra thanks to HypnoMangaEditor for Manga Manips and A Taste of Her Own Medicine as they inspired me to make this. Keep me updated if you guys like what I got so far. Thank you.
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    Two bedwettings cut from JAV "UGUG-100". Both clips have identical setups: Japanese husband and wife are drinking with a male buddy before the clip starts. The husband passes out, and creepy buddy slips some drops into the lady's drink. Perhaps a diuretic or aphrodisiac? Clip shows (longish) buildup and relatively quick bedwetting, but with amazing acting throughout (best I've seen IMHO). Immediately after the bedwetting, creepy dude has his way with her (not shown). WARNING: both scenes feature male masturbation, but it's pretty tame and there's no easy way to cut it out. The masturbation in the first clip is fully clothed. Dude has his dick out in the second clip, but it's pixelated. Playback note: first few seconds are blank in each clip in VLC, but then it plays fine. Sorry, I'm a video manipulation n00b. The entire video is available for free online. Simply [explicit]Google "UGUG-100 jav online"[/explicit]. WARNING: sex and nudity.

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  25. View File UGUG-100 Two bedwettings cut from JAV "UGUG-100". Both clips have identical setups: Japanese husband and wife are drinking with a male buddy before the clip starts. The husband passes out, and creepy buddy slips some drops into the lady's drink. Perhaps a diuretic or aphrodisiac? Clip shows (longish) buildup and relatively quick bedwetting, but with amazing acting throughout (best I've seen IMHO). Immediately after the bedwetting, creepy dude has his way with her (not shown). WARNING: both scenes feature male masturbation, but it's pretty tame and there's no easy way to cut it out. The masturbation in the first clip is fully clothed. Dude has his dick out in the second clip, but it's pixelated. Playback note: first few seconds are blank in each clip in VLC, but then it plays fine. Sorry, I'm a video manipulation n00b. The entire video is available for free online. Simply [explicit]Google "UGUG-100 jav online"[/explicit]. WARNING: sex and nudity. Submitter js11235 Submitted 04/24/2017 Category Panty Wetting