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  1. 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
  2. Hi everybody! Are you ready? >:) It's been awhile but.......its time. It's time, for Kozmo-Lotto 4. Now if you're here and already excited you very likely know what this is! But just in case you're new to these parts and thinking to yourself, What the fuck is a Kozmo, why is there a lotto, why do I care? First off, I'm a Kozmo. The Lotto is my way of giving back to the site I love. If you're browsing this particular part of the forum, odds are you're going to care in a minute post some explaining. Essentially, I have a very specific thing I'm er, "famous" for here. I write experiences. Not to brag, but my experiences are collectively the highest rated on the site. Hell, if you could sort by rep still, you'd see some of my early experiences are in the top 10 posts in this forum in terms of sheer rep count. This isn't for lack of trying, I try to be modest, but apparently a lot of people like them! I'm told I'm good at writing them! Now, if you've gotten curious, you might have gone to read one in the middle of reading this post. Did you like it? Do you want more? Do you perhaps, through some magic manner, want something to happen to me that I can write about that is completely personalized to your tastes? THAT is what the lotto is for, my friend. Basically, in the most non-prostitutional way possible, some lucky person is going to be able to make a request of me. Something along the lines of "You know, I'd like you to drink as much as you can and play guitar hero at your local arcade until you can't hold it." Something like that. Get as creative as you'd like. You get to create your own KozmoFox accident, and I will write about it here. Want a bit more specific detail? Good, because I'm about to paste half of the schtick from previous lotto posts! You get to construct one of my accidents. You describe a place, maybe a thing to do, a general type of attire, stuff like that. I go to the place, I do the thing, I drink an absolute ton until....you know how that ends. And I hopefully make it back unnoticed because being seen after a wetting isn't really my thing. You know how it is. As always, I will not take an outlandish request. I'm not going to walk into class, sit on my profs desk, and wet myself. I'm not going to crawl into bed with my friend, and wet the bed. You know what I'm getting at, just be reasonable please! Do so, and you get to make me have an accident somewhere, some way!~ Create your ideal KozmoFox experience! TO PARTICIPATE! Go here: https://www.wizards.com/d20modern/d20mdice/dice.htm Its a dice roller Make one roll, one roll only, on the d100. Screencap, post image in thread with your request/idea. I myself have rolled a number on the d100, not telling what it is, and whomever in the thread has rolled closest to my number by the deadline (Which is either a week from now, or 2 weeks, haven't decided, will decide based on participation) will have their request fulfilled.~ And I will write one of my experiences on what happens as a result of said request, and post the story here in the experiences forum. Sounds like a sweet deal, no? And like last time... SOME RULES, BECAUSE IM NO FUN: 1. Do not request pictures or video. There is a very select few very close friends on this site that have seen me, and its going to stay that way, and literally only one person I've ever sent omo pictures to and that is also staying that way. I don't do pictures or video. You'll have to rely on my oh-so-slick writers mind.~ 2. Don't use your request to try and weasel me into a holding contest or something. If I had a dollar for every single person on this site thats asked that of me I'd be one rich bitch, eh? 3. No outlandish or stupid requests, ESPECIALLY those aimed at expressly humiliating me. This is a big step for me in the omorashi way, it's a miracle I'm making this lotto a thing. So I'm not going to go pee in front of my history professor, or wet myself in the passenger seat of my grandmas car right next to her, or anything like that. I shouldn't have to give examples, you know what I mean. 4. I'm not giving away my exact location. Or even semi-general location. Don't ask what the name of the mall nearest me is for your request, I'm not stupid. 5. A new addition to the rules, NO COUNCIL. For those who aren't in the know, I'd really rather not do things like diapers. Not my thing. So...You get all that? Yes? No? Hopefully! If not, feel free to drop any questions below! Otherwise, make those rolls, and post those screenshots and requests! Let the fourth annual Kozmo-Lotto, the first of 2017... BEGIN!!!!!
  3. Megan smiled into her webcam, her left arm held over her naked breasts and her right hand covering her vagina. Countless messages flooded the chatbox on her page. “put the arm down bby” “show us you're pussy” “i dont have tokens pls show boobs” She fought hard not to sigh. It wouldn't be polite to the one or two people watching her cam who might eventually decide to pay her for her services. She glanced down to the timer on the bottom of the cam window; she had been streaming nonstop for nearly five hours. Not only was there nobody willing to pay up, but she really had to pee. She decided to treat her viewers before she turned off the webcam, and she dropped her left arm and leaned towards her laptop. “Sorry guys,” she said softly, reaching up to twirl her long red hair. “I've been streaming for five hours, and I think I'm going to call it a night.” A new message immediately popped up in the chatbox. “awww, why?” She flicked her eyes down at it, then back to the camera. “Well I'm really tired, plus if I'm being completely honest, I kind of need to pee pretty badly. Goodnight, everyone.” She reached for the mouse, stopping a centimeter away from the [X] on the top right of the window when she heard an unexpected chime. User Desp-Dungeon has asked you for a private show with a donation of 1000 Tokens. Megan's eyes went wide. Bloody hell, this guy just gave me a thousand dollars. After staring at the screen stunned for a moment, she shook herself back to reality. This was ten times more than she'd ever gotten from a single donation. It was a whole month's rent, and all she had to do was show a guy her privates for an hour, maybe masturbate a bit. I love camming. She immediately clicked [ACCEPT] and waited as the webpage loaded. She noticed that her right hand was absentmindedly pressing hard into her crotch, and she removed it right before the page finished loading. Her bladder felt very full, but she didn't give a damn in the face of $1000. I'll be fine for an hour. If it gets too bad I'll ask him if I can go wee...might be the type to ask if he can watch, but that's fine. If he won't let me go to the toilet, I'll lean my tits into the cam so he can't see my bottom and secretly wee on the floor. I've almost been forced to do that before, never thought I'd be thankful for laminate flooring. She refocused on the webcam, grinning widely. “Hello!” she said cheerfully, waving enthusiastically into the camera. Her eyes moved to the chatbox as a message popped up. “I will donate another $1000 if you dial this phone number.” The number immediately followed. Megan blinked. This was new. “If you'd like to speak personally, you can request a two-way cam,” she said into the camera. “I'm fine with it, I don't care if you've got your cock out.” “No. Dial the number for another $1000, or end the session. If you don't want me to see your number, you can dial *67 before the number to call as Unknown.” Megan furrowed her brow. “One moment,” she mumbled. She quickly tabbed into Google, checking if the *67 trick was true. It was. She switched back to the cam page. “Alright, I'm going to call. If this is something fishy, I'm going to end the session immediately, sod your money.” “Of course,” said the chatbox. She flipped around on her bed, exposing her rear to the camera as she reached to her nightstand for her mobile. Turning back around, she looked at the number and slowly dialed it before pressing send. Her bladder was throbbing now, but curiosity had the better of her. The phone didn't finish ringing even once before a woman's voice answered with a “Hello, Megan.” As she said it, the 1000 Token donation blipped on Megan's screen. Megan snorted a short laugh. “Wow, I wasn't expecting a girl,” she said, losing her politeness for a moment. “Is that a problem?” the voice responded. “Oh, I apologize, not at all. I mean, I am straight, but I have no problem showing myself to anyone who pays. I'll do anything you like. Listen, I'm so sorry to ask this, but it's easier to ask another girl...I'm absolutely desperate for a wee right now, would you let me go to the toilet first? I won't take the time out of the session.” “I heard you say you needed to pee in the public cam. That's why I opened the session.” Megan grinned. “You'd like to watch, is that it? That's no problem. I'm sure it will be a good show for you if you're into that, I really need to go.” “No,” said the woman. “I want you to hold it in. As long as you possibly can, until it forces its way out of your body against your will.” Megan stared into the camera, her mind racing. “I've heard of this fetish, but I've never had it in my cam before. But...I don't know, it already hurts. Even if I tried, I wouldn't last very long at all. I wouldn't be giving you your money's worth.” “You would be surprised at your capacity if you truly bring it to your limit. I will donate $100 for every minute you hold it in. But first, you must drink four cups of water. And bring your laptop with you, no sneaking to the bathroom off-camera.” Megan's mouth fell open. Even if I only make it half an hour, that's three thousand dollars. My God... “You're on,” Megan said. “I'll hold on as hard as I can.” She unplugged her laptop and got to her feet, groaning as the weight of her bursting bladder increased. “You really do sound desperate,” the voice said. “I also notice your English accent, but your cam tag says you're in America. How long have you lived in the States?” “Only six months,” Megan responded, struggling to walk straight with the pressure in her belly and the laptop in her arms. “Moved here for university. That's why I'm camming, to make money for it. Most young cam girls are doing it for the same reason.” “Indeed,” the woman said as Megan entered the kitchen of her apartment. “Set the laptop down somewhere facing the sink, and get drinking.” Megan set down the laptop on the counter and put her mobile on speaker. “Have you got a name?” Megan asked. “You can call me Kay,” the woman said. “Drink.” “Yes, yes, I'm on it,” Megan mumbled. She flipped open the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a large mug, then turned the tap on. The sound of the water overwhelmed her, and she bent over, forcing both hands between her legs and moaning loudly. “Oh, bloody hell,” she groaned. “Don't wet yourself now,” Kay said. “You're already at three hundred dollars.” “I thought the time began after I drank,” Megan panted. “Not that I'm complaining.” “I decided to be nice,” Kay responded. “Well, thank you, Kay. Oh wow, it's really hard to hold it with the water on.” She pulled her right hand out and grabbed the mug, filling it quickly. “I guess I'll get this over with fast.” She chugged the mug of water and filled it again, downing the second just as fast. She focused on holding herself as she drank the next two mugs over another three minutes before shutting off the tap. The laptop dinged, and she saw the $600 donation. “You must be incredibly wealthy,” Megan said. “You've got no idea how much you're helping me.” “I am, and I do,” Kay said. “This is not the first time I've done this. Now that you're done drinking, would you like to return to your bed, or stay in the kitchen? You can go anywhere you like, as long as I can see you.” Megan thought for a moment. “I think I'll stay here. I'm afraid I'll wet the bed if I sit back down on it.” “Makes sense,” Kay said. “Plus, most women seem to find it easier to hold their pee while they're standing. Just make sure I can see your whole body and the floor you're on, I don't want you sinking below the camera and letting any out.” “Anything you say,” Megan laughed. “So like, do you want me to keep talking, or would you rather I stay quiet while you...” “Oh, I'm not masturbating,” Kay said quickly. “This is...research, of a sort.” Megan laughed again. “I've no idea what 'sort' that may be, but whatever you say.” “You know that I am very wealthy,” Kay began. “It is very old family wealth, and I have never experienced the struggle of paying for college. If you do not mind me asking, what kind of money are they looking for?” Megan hesitated at answering such a personal question. Then she realized that she was standing in front of a webcam, stark-naked, fighting a bladder that was about to empty itself on her kitchen floor. Couldn't get much more personal than that. “It's about thirty five thousand,” Megan said. “Camming helps, but I don't know what I'm going to do over time...” “Indeed,” Kay said again. “How do you feel? Please be very detailed.” Megan was bent forwards, both hands held against herself as waves of pressure thrashed her privates. She knew that the water she just drank could not have reached her bladder yet, but it had gotten so much worse. “I feel like there's a watermelon in me,” she moaned. “The pressure is so intense. I feel it all over my belly and in my pussy, down my legs and even in my chest. I've never had to wee this badly in my life.” “Good,” Kay whispered mercilessly. “Listen, I want you to stand up straight. Then, turn sideways to the camera and lean back slightly.” “Nooo, I'll wet myself,” Megan nearly shouted. “If that happens, so be it. You know that it's inevitable anyway. If you want more money, you won't let that happen though. Now do it.” Megan knew that arguing was pointless. As long as she kept paying, Megan was completely at Kay's mercy. She struggled to stand up, crying out as the massive pressure increased even further. Her legs locked up as she stood, and she held her arms out to her sides with her fists clenched. “Now turn sideways and lean back,” Kay's voice came through the phone. “Myeeehh,” Megan whimpered. She slowly shifted sideways and released a sustained moan as she forced herself to lean back. “Wow,” Kay said softly. “You have a beautiful bladder.” Megan had never received a stranger compliment, and she had gotten A LOT of strange compliments in her time on camera. She looked down, surprised at the protruding shape on her belly. She reached and placed her left hand on it, wincing at the insane sensitivity of the spot. It was hard as a rock, and so visible. “I never knew this could happen,” Megan exclaimed. “It's so sensitive, I've never felt anything like this. When I touch it, I feel like a shockwave around my whole body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it...it actually feels kind of good. I mean, it hurts like hell, but the sensations are astonishing. I actually feel a little turned on.” “That's amazing news,” Kay said. “By the way, you're at fifteen hundred dollars already. You're doing good. My last subject wet herself after eight minutes, after drinking the four mugs. She was...disappointing. The one before that never got desperate enough to wet herself. She had to pee at first, I'm sure, but when she realized I was paying her to hold it, she said that squatting down would help. She dipped below the camera, and when she stood back up, she started putting on a show about it. Dancing around and crossing her legs and the like. The thing is, when you know bladders like I do, you know that's not what it's really like to be at the bursting point. Look at you...you're locked up so tight, all your muscles contracting visibly. I can tell that you're truly desperate. I knew that she had peed on the floor when she squatted and was just trying to get more cash out of me. Unfortunately, she did get a lot of money before I ended the session. Oh well, if I didn't get through the ones like her, I would never find the good subjects like you.” Megan wasn't sure how she felt about being called a 'subject.' However, between the money flowing into her bank account and the water flowing into her bladder, she couldn't find the ability to care too much. “I have a question,” Megan panted. “There are so many thousands of cam girls out there, how do you find the ones who need to pee?” “Good question,” Kay said. “The trick is to use websites that list how long a cam has been on for. If a woman has been running nonstop for five or six hours, it's a good bet that her bladder would be pretty full. I open a cam and see if they're exhibiting signs. Squirming, crossed legs, strained face and the like. If so, I start a private chat with a hundred dollars and ask them if they have to pee. If they say yes, I keep it going. If not, I end the chat and let them keep the hundred. You, on the other hand, said you needed to pee the moment I entered your chat. You were just about to leave too, that's why I donated the thousand to get your immediate attention and stop you wasting a full bladder.” Megan smiled. “I'm glad to help,” she said with a chuckle that vibrated her bladder, causing her to moan again. “Two thousand,” Kay said. “You're doing an amazing job. I'm going to ask you to face me and spread your legs about two feet.” By this point, Megan knew better than to argue. She slowly turned towards the webcam and opened her legs. The moment her feet settled, a tiny spurt of wee burst out of her and splattered on the floor. Her hands flew towards her crotch, but Kay shouted “WAIT!” Megan froze, every muscle in her body strained to their limits. “Do not hold yourself,” Kay demanded. “Stand perfectly still, hold it in with your willpower alone now.” Megan closed her eyes. She had never felt anything like this. Her whole body was so sensitive that she was pretty sure that she could feel the universe. She hadn't felt the universe since she had done shrooms at her eighteenth birthday party. Her belly was so heavy, the pressure against her privates so strong, the throbbing so intense. She stood as a statue, time passing at an unknowable rate, standing in complete silence until Kay broke it with “You are magnificent. You made thirty five hundred dollars so far. Your bladder is so full that you look pregnant. Please, come to the laptop. I want to look into your eyes for a moment.” Megan opened those bright green eyes and took a step forwards, and then she wet herself completely. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't believe it. As soon as she moved her leg, her bladder erupted with the white-hot intensity of ten thousand supernovas. She reflexively closed her legs, the wee spraying from her thighs in every direction, splattering across the floor and soaking even the kitchen cabinets that she stood beside. She screamed out loud, first from surprise, and then from pure pleasure. Her knees went weak and she lost her balance, and despite her reaching for the counter, she fell onto her rear. Her legs fell open and her stream shot at least five feet forwards. All over the floor, the cabinets, the table and some chairs. She realized that she would ruin the entire kitchen at this rate, and she placed her hands between her legs. Not in an attempt to hold it in again, there was no chance of that, but to stop it from flowing freely. She couldn't believe how hot her pee was as it cascaded against her hands, and even more surprising was the absolute pressure with which it burst out of her. In the back of her mind she noted how okay she felt about laying in her own wee. It should have weirded her out, but it just felt good, it felt warm, and the primal relief was so strong that nothing else mattered to her. She fell back and exhaled, keeping one hand against her privates so the stream stayed focused on the floor. She had no idea how long her wee lasted. It seemed like a century. Right when the stream finally began to die down, she felt something building inside of her. With almost no warning, she had a leg-shaking orgasm on the spot that took what was left of her breath out of her. She went completely limp, her hand falling to her side. Luckily the stream had weakened enough to stay off of the furniture, and after many more seconds it slowed to a stop. She just laid there, caught up in this primordial pleasure, unlike anything she could have imagined. Minutes passed. “...Megan?” Kay's voice called softly from the mobile on the counter. “Yeh?” Megan wheezed weakly from her place in the massive puddle of wee. “You are currently my favorite person in the world,” Kay said. “That was...well, there is no other word for it than 'legendary,' I think. I know the sensations you are feeling right now are overwhelming, but I need you to stand up and come to the phone.” Megan did as she was asked. It took her a long time to get to her feet, and she slowly made her way across the kitchen, being careful not to slip in her wee. She quickly dried her hands on a paper towel and took her phone, turning off speaker and putting it to her ear as she looked into the webcam. “Kay...I don't think...I can talk too good right now...” “I know. Just listen. You pass. Ten years ago, with my wealth, I decided to produce a special variety of adult movie. I am the only person in the world who produces this type of content at this level. I want to hire you. Come to my studio. Five days. Five million dollars.” “Adult movies...?” was all that Megan could manage to mumble out. The amount of money was simply incomprehensible to her in her current state. “Yes. You will not be required to have sex with anyone. You will not be required to work with any other actors in any way. Only me. All you need to do is hold your pee to your very limit, as many times as you can. Megan exhaled deeply. She had no idea who Kay was. She had no idea what she was in for. All she heard was 'money.' She would never have to work. Never have to struggle. Her life would be made, unquestioningly. She tightened her grip on the phone and steeled herself. “What would you have me do?” TO BE CONTINUED.
  4. This is part fantasy, part true story. It's quite long, but I hope you enjoy! This contains both male and female desperation. I started a new job recently working in an office, and part of my role involves spending hours in long and boring meetings taking notes and speaking with clients. More than once I’ve been stuck in one of these meetings bursting for a piss after drinking too many cups of tea, sat on the edge of my seat with my ankles crossed underneath me, holding on until the meeting ends and I get chance to relieve myself at last. Last week I was sitting in one such meeting, sat there dying for a pee, frantically bouncing my knee and trying to concentrate on what was being said rather than the throbbing ache in my bladder. It seemed to last forever, and ended up overrunning by about 15 minutes, ending just before 5.15 rather than 5 as I’d originally hoped. At this point its worth quickly explaining my journey to and from work – I catch the bus from a bus stop a short walk away from my house, which takes me to the train station near to my office. Once at the station, a company run shuttle bus takes people to the office. It takes me around 20 minutes to get to work in the morning, but because of traffic the journey home can take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour. I usually get the 5.15 shuttle bus to the station which leaves me plenty of time to catch the 5.30 bus back to my house. By the time the meeting had finally ended, I realised that the shuttle bus I usually take to the station would be leaving in just a couple of minutes. I hurried to my desk, crossing my legs and bending forwards slightly as I quickly turned off my PC and packed my laptop into my bag. I bit my lip. I really, really needed a piss, but if I went for one then I’d definitely miss the shuttle bus, meaning I’d miss my bus home. The buses to my house were so infrequent that the next one wasn’t until later on. My bladder felt so full, throbbing underneath my waistband, and I longed to hurry to the toilets and have a long and relieving piss. No, I’d just have to hang on and wait until I got home, and hope that the traffic wouldn’t be too bad. I threw on my jacket, slung my bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the office, barely made it to the shuttle bus before it left. I hurried on and took a seat, resting my hands between my legs and tensing my thighs. The drive to the station doesn’t take long, only a few minutes if there’s no traffic, but the road out of the office is full of speed bumps. Every single time the bus hit one, it sent a jolt through my bladder, making me fidget in my seat. I bit my lip and pushed down slightly onto my cock, feeling my bladder throbbing. Luckily the bus was fairly empty, so I could sit and squirm in my seat without anybody noticing. I looked out of the window, giving my cock a quick squeeze, wondering how long it’d be before I had chance to piss. It always seems to be that the times when you desperately need to roads to be clear, they’re completely gridlocked, and today was no exception. We had barely pulled onto the main road before we slowed to a halt. I bit my lip and sighed in frustration, looking down the road and seeing a long line of cars at a standstill. I began to worry. If I missed the 5.30 bus, I had no idea what time the next one was, and really doubted whether or not I’d be able to hold on until I got home. I leaned forwards in my seat, pressing my hands between my legs and crossing my ankles underneath me, jiggling my knees. As we crawled along, I watched the long line of cars anxiously, the time ticking closer and closer to half past. I thought back to all the tea and water I’d had that afternoon to keep my mouth from getting too dry in the air conditioned meeting room. I hadn’t had chance to relieve myself since lunchtime - despite feeling the urge to go even before the meeting started, I just hadn’t had time. I gritted my teeth as I shifted in my seat, urging the traffic to move faster as my bursting bladder throbbed between my legs. By 5.25, we were still stuck behind a queue of cars. At least now I could see what was causing the holdup – roadworks, typical. I tapped my hands against my knees and looked at my watch, glancing back up at the road. Fuck. I leaned back in my seat, my hands squeezing my thighs, resigning myself to the fact that I was going to miss my bus. I tried looking on my phone to find when the next bus might be, but I had no signal. I just hoped it wasn’t too far away. I was absolutely aching for a piss, and wished I’d just had one before leaving the office, catching a later bus to the station. I squirmed in my seat, hoping that there was at least a toilet at the station I could use before catching the bus home, though part of me knew this wasn’t likely. For now, I had no choice but to endure my desperate urge to piss until we finally made it out of this traffic. 20 minutes later, and we’d only moved a few yards. The roadworks had been set up at the junction of two very busy roads, and even when the temporary traffic lights went to green, nobody could go anywhere. People on the bus were starting to get impatient, and had been talking about getting off early and walking (we were only a 10 minute walk from the station by now). However, the driver didn’t want to let anybody off as it wasn’t safe. I was getting frantic now, having to squeeze my cock hard every so often to help me wait. From what I’d overheard, there was a train leaving just before 6 that most people on the bus wanted to catch, and a few people had begun to line up near to the door, trying to convince the driver to let them off. Eventually, he agreed, and after deliberating for a few seconds, I decided to join them. Walking would help me take my mind off just how badly I had to piss, or so I hoped. We got off the bus, walking quickly towards the station. I bit my lip, now I was stood up I could feel just how full my bladder was, and I hoped more than ever there were toilets at the station. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited to cross the road, crossing my legs impatiently. I was stood next to a woman who’d got off the bus just before me, who I recognised as being one of the managers in HR named Hannah. She was an attractive woman in her 30s, and I’d met her during my first week. She turned to me and smiled. ‘I’ve already missed one train, there’s no way on earth I’m missing this next one’ she said laughing. I laughed and said how ridiculous it was that it took so long, telling her I’d missed my bus and had no idea when the next one was. We chatted on the way to the station, which helped take my mind off my bladder. I really needed to know whether the station had toilets, but I just couldn’t bring myself to let on that I was desperate for a piss. A few minutes later and we were waiting to cross another busy road just opposite the station. I crossed my legs again, leaning forward slightly as we watched the cars pass, waiting for the lights to change so we could cross. Finally, I worked up the courage to let on my predicament. ‘Do you know if the station has toilets? I haven’t had chance to go all afternoon and I’m quite desperate’ I said quietly, bobbing on the spot. Hannah laughed, glancing down at my tightly crossed legs. ‘I’m not sure, I don’t think so. I can’t remember ever seeing any’. ‘Great’ I said sarcastically, laughing sheepishly, bending forwards slightly before recrossing my legs the other way. She sensed my disappointment and my desperation. ’You could always ask someone if you’re desperate’ she suggested kindly. I nodded. ‘Yeah I’ll do that, it’s going to take me a while to get home’. Just then, the lights changed and we crossed the road, heading quickly to the station entrance. ‘Bet you wished you’d gone before leaving the office now’ she teased, and I laughed and agreed with her, blushing, totally embarrassed but also turned on now that Hannah knew my predicament. We walked into the brightly lit ticket office, and I looked around quickly. Fuck, no toilets. And even worse, nobody to ask. It was only a small station, with just a couple of ticket machines and barriers, the ticket office closed down for the evening. I bit my lip as I realised I’d just have to hold on until I got home, and endure the bus ride with a painfully full bladder. ‘Doesn’t look like they have loos, you’ll just have to cross your legs’ she said sympathetically. ‘Yeah, looks like it. Really regretting all those cups of tea I had this afternoon!’ I joked, aware that Hannah was watching me shift my weight from foot to foot. ‘Oh god I bet you are. Anyway, better go and catch this train. Good luck!’ she chuckled, walking towards the barrier and out onto the platform. ‘Thanks’ I said laughing, watching her go. I gritted my teeth and headed down the steps towards the bus stop just outside, crossing my legs as I read the timetable. Fuck! The next bus wasn’t until half past 6! I stamped my foot on the floor in frustration and bent forwards, pressing my hands between my legs before quickly straightening up. I looked at my watch, biting my lip as I realised I had about 30 minutes to wait. God, I was absolutely dying for a piss, and I wasn’t going to be home until around 7, and that’s if the traffic wasn’t too bad. I took a seat on the plastic bench next to the stop, putting my bag down and pulling out my phone to help me pass the time. I thought about walking to the nearby town to find somewhere to piss, but I didn’t know the area very well let alone if there were any public toilets. Besides, I’d most likely miss my bus – I had no choice but to sit there and wait. Although I was the only one at the bus stop, there was still the occasional person walking past towards the station, so I tried to keep still and not squirm around too much in case anyone noticed. After a few minutes I began to jiggle my knees, biting my lip. I couldn’t help It, I really needed a piss, and I could feel my bladder tight against my slim fitting work trousers. I had my phone in my lap, browsing the internet to help take my mind off how badly I needed to go, and every so often when nobody was walking past I’d press my hands against my cock, gritting my teeth. After a few minutes of squirming, an attractive young woman, probably in her late 20s dressed in casual office clothes, walked up to the bus stop and began to read the timetable. Although I was dying to squirm around and jiggle my legs, I forced myself to sit still - it’d be way too obvious that I was bursting for a pee otherwise. I recognised her – I’d sometimes see her waiting at the bus stop near my house, though we’d never spoken. I didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of her, bouncing around like a child just because I needed a pee. No, I’d just have to bite my lip and endure the pressure between my legs until the bus arrived. As she read the timetable, I couldn’t help but notice the tense expression on her face. She was biting her lip and was frowning, and I noticed she was shifting around a lot, not quite standing still but not full-blown dancing from foot to foot either. I began to get turned on – maybe she was in the exact same situation as I was! She crossed her legs tightly as she looked down at her watch, sighing quietly to herself. She moved away from the timetable and began to pace around, occasionally stopping to cross her legs, looking down the road with a worried look on her face. I felt myself getting hard. God, it really did look as though she was absolutely desperate for a pee, and the only bus that stopped here this time of day was the one I was waiting for. It really turned me on to think that we were both in the same situation – both stuck at the bus stop, both dying to pee. I was finding it hard to sit still, but after seeing her fidgeting around, I started to bounce my knees, biting my lip as I squeezed my thighs tightly for a second, hands pushed between them. I glanced up at her and caught her watching me, and she quickly looked away. Fuck, now I really was turned on. Not only were we both waiting at the bus stop bursting, she’d caught me squirming in my seat. I looked back at my phone, still jiggling my knee. She sat down further along the bench, and out of the corner of my eye I watched her press her hands discreetly into her lap, crossing her legs tightly. I squirmed in my seat, the pressure in my bladder making me bite my lip and push both hands between my legs for a second. I could sense her watching me, and I began to blush, aware that my cock was very, very hard. There was a noticeable bulge in my trousers, and you wouldn’t need to look too closely to see I was pretty obviously turned on. We sat in silence for a few more minutes, both of us fidgeting – me jiggling my knees and squirming in my seat, her crossing her legs tightly and bouncing her foot. I was absolutely, frantically bursting for a piss, desperate to empty my rock hard bladder, but still had ages left to wait before I could do anything about it. I longed to reach down between my legs and give my rock hard cock a nice hard squeeze, but with the woman sat just a few feet away, I wasn’t brave enough to do it. After a couple more minutes though, I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly glanced across at her, seeing she was looking at her phone, and bent forwards in my seat, looking down the road as if watching for the bus. Crossing my ankles tightly underneath me, I bit my lip as I squeezed my cock hard with one hand, my other hand pressing down over it in an attempt to disguise what I was doing. I held myself for a couple of seconds, enjoying the feeling, before quickly straightening up and quickly glancing back at her. Fuck, she was looking right at me, her eyes fixed on my lap. I let go of my cock quickly, resting my hands on my thighs and bouncing my knees, extremely embarrassed at being caught holding myself. We made eye contact for a second and she quickly looked away, and I couldn’t help but notice she was biting her lip. She uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly before recrossing her legs, bouncing her foot. Fuck, I was so turned on despite how embarrassed I was. I glanced at my watch, sighing in frustration. Still over 20 minutes to wait, and by now I was starting to doubt whether or not I was going to make it home with dry trousers. I looked around anxiously, wondering if there was a secluded place where I could have a quick piss, but there was nowhere private enough. Besides, it’d be far too obvious if I wandered off somewhere behind the station and came back looking more relaxed, and the woman sat next to me would know exactly what I’d done. No, I’d just have to hold on, no matter how badly I had to go. The next 10 minutes dragged by. I was trying to distract myself from the pressure in my bladder by playing around with my phone, but it wasn’t working. I was so, so desperate to piss, and the knowledge that I wasn’t going to be able to relieve myself anytime soon wasn’t helping in the slightest. I couldn’t sit still for a second, constantly shifting my weight and squirming around in my seat, tensing my thighs and biting my lip, enduring the urgent need to piss. The woman was speaking to somebody on the phone quietly, her legs tightly crossed, bouncing her foot constantly. Every few minutes I’d lean forwards in my seat, looking down the road in the hope that the bus might turn up early, but there was never any sign of it. At least it gave me the chance to push hard between my legs for a second, pressing my hands against my throbbing cock before quickly taking them away. I longed to loosen my belt or unzip my jeans to give my bulging bladder room to expand, or reach down and give myself a nice, long squeeze through my boxers, but there was just no way. Every so often, I’d notice the woman watching me fidget and squirm, and I despite my urgency I was extremely turned on at my predicament, my cock rock hard and bulging in my slim fitting work trousers. After a couple more minutes of fidgeting around on the hard wooden plastic, I couldn’t take sitting down anymore. I stood up slowly, gritting my teeth as I felt how heavy my bladder felt, resting my hands in front of my crotch to hide the bulge in my trousers. I was frantic by now, my bladder screaming for release, absolutely bursting for a piss. I bit my lip, shamelessly shifting my weight quickly from foot to foot, way past the point of being able to stand still. If anyone so much as glanced at me it’d be very, very obvious that I was desperate for a piss, yet here I was practically dancing around in front of the attractive woman waiting next to me. I walked over to the timetable, bouncing from foot to foot and kicking my ankles up behind me, hoping I’d misread it and the bus might come sooner than I thought. Of course though, I hadn’t, and I still had 10 minutes left to wait. I sighed in frustration and crossed my legs hard, bouncing on the spot and grinding my thighs together. I could sense her watching me, so I glanced in her direction and she quickly looked away, still speaking on the phone. I moved back over to the bench, putting my bag down and crossing my legs, hands in my pockets. I realised that if I reached far enough into my pocket I could squeeze my cock, and despite how obvious I looked, I just couldn’t help myself. I was so desperate at this point that I didn’t care, I just wanted to piss. I bent forwards at the waist, squeezing my cock hard, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Straightening up, I bounced from foot to foot for a few seconds before crossing my legs tightly again. Just then, the woman walked past me, still speaking on the phone. She walked quickly up to the timetable and wrapped one leg over the other, bouncing on the spot slightly. I felt my cock stiffen as I realised she was probably just as desperate as I was, with no choice but to stand there and wait for the bus to arrive. She stood there for a few moments, reading the timetable, before turning around and looking down the road. She moaned under her breath, uncrossing her legs and bouncing on the spot violently, bending forwards as she did so, before quickly straightening up and wrapping her legs tightly around each other again. She glanced at me, her eyes flicking down to my crotch, before meeting my eye again. I blushed, taking my hands out of my pockets and resting them in front of my fly, realising I’d just been caught holding myself. She bit her lip again and looked away, still speaking on the phone. ‘No I’m still waiting for this bus, its taking forever.’ I heard her say, before uncrossing her legs and crossing them again the other way, her thighs pushed tightly together. ‘I know, it’s a joke, and I really need the loo but there’s none at the station’. She glanced at me as she said this, and I felt my cock stiffen even more. From the way she was squirming around, ‘really need the loo’ sounded like an understatement. She looked incredibly desperate for a wee, and I was extremely turned on at the knowledge that we both still had ages left to wait before we were home. I couldn’t catch the rest of her conversation, but from her constant leg crossing and fidgeting, and the slight breathlessness in her voice, it was obvious that she needed to go just as badly as I did, past the point of being able to stay composed. After a few more minutes of squirming, fidgeting, pacing, bending, leg crossing (and the occasional squeezing of my cock through my pockets), I glanced at my watch. 6.30. I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet as I looked up the road, sighing in frustration as I saw no sign of the bus arriving. The woman had finished her phone conversation now and was anxiously pacing up and down, stopping to cross her legs, bending forwards as she glanced down the road. I was so desperate by now that I was considering just running off into the corner of the nearby car park and relieving myself, and now that it was starting to get dark I was less likely to be spotted. If I had been on my own at the bus stop I probably would’ve done, but because the car park is in direct view of the bus stop, the woman would be able to see exactly what I was doing. And besides, despite the throbbing, relentless pressure in my rock hard bladder, part of me was enjoying my predicament – knowing that I had no choice but to hold on, with this gorgeous woman waiting next to me watching my desperation, and the knowledge that she was feeling the exact same pressure between her legs. After another couple of minutes, the bus still hadn’t turned up. I was beginning to get anxious now – what if it was going to be really late because of the roadworks? I bounced on the spot in frustration, wrapping my hand around my cock through my pocket and squeezing tightly, gritting my teeth. God, I had to fucking piss, and I was genuinely worried I was going to leak into my boxers. The woman in front of me was obviously getting frustrated too, stamping her foot before crossing her legs even more tightly, bending forwards for a few seconds before straightening up and bobbing up and down, squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could. She looked around self consciously, realising how obvious she was being, and I looked away quickly. Part of me was hoping the bus was going to be even more delayed so I could watch this gorgeous woman fidget around for longer, but for my poor, bursting bladder’s sake, I just wanted to be home and in front of a toilet. I bit my lip and tried not to imagine the feeling of opening my belt, tearing open my fly, pulling out my leaking cock and wetting long and hard into the bowl. I moaned softly under my breath as I felt myself leaking piss into my boxers, squeezing my cock tightly through my pocket to stem the flow, bending forwards at the waist. Fuck, I was starting to lose it, and the bus hadn’t even arrived yet. I managed to hold on, but I could feel that my boxers were more than a little bit damp, and I just hoped I could make it home before I pissed myself completely. I straightened up slowly, relieved that the woman was looking the opposite way. After another minute or so, when I was now so desperate that I was considering sprinting to the car park and taking a long hard piss behind a van that was parked there, the bus finally appeared down the road. I walked up and stood behind the woman, who had her hand out to signal that she wanted to get on. She still had her legs wrapped around each other, and now I was closer I could see the rosy hue in her cheeks and the anxious expression on her face. She looked bursting, and I knew that despite the fact there’d be less traffic at this time in the evening, it could still take us around 30 minutes to get to our stop. I gave myself a good, hard squeeze through my pocket just as the bus slowed to a stop, knowing that it’d be difficult to hold myself on the bus without being incredibly obvious. I could feel my boxers damp with piss around my cock, and I told myself that no matter how full my bladder was, I was not going to piss myself in public. I was going to sit there, clamp my muscles shut and endure the pressure until I was finally somewhere I could relieve myself. We got on and paid our fare, and took our seats. The bus was almost empty, with one or two people sat further down at the back. She took a seat near the front and I sat across the aisle from her. I was going to sit further down to get some privacy, but the bus had already started to move off and besides, from where I was sitting I could watch her squirm out of the corner of my eye. I perched on the edge of my seat, ankles crossed underneath me and my hands resting on my bouncing thighs. I glanced across at her and saw that her legs were tightly crossed almost double, and she was leaning forwards in her seat looking intently out of the window. The bus set off, and luckily traffic was light. However, the vibration of the bus and the jolting every time we went over a pothole was making it hard to hang on, and I had no choice but to jam my hands between my squirming thighs and squeeze hard, not caring who saw me. As we stopped at a long queue of cars waiting to get over some traffic lights, I bit my lip and squirmed in my seat, willing the lights to change. The woman next to me was looking anxiously at the line of cars too, chewing her lip. She’d uncrossed her legs now and was sat bolt upright in her seat, fanning her thighs in and out with her hands pressed tightly against them. As I watched her, she moaned softly, tapping her palms against her thighs quietly. We still had around 20 minutes to go before our stop and we were both absolutely bursting for a pee. Finally, we were over the lights and making steady pace. I was squirming and fidgeting like mad, desperately trying to hold on just a few more minutes. As we went over a particular nasty pothole, the bus shuddered and I felt another spurt of piss escape my tortured muscles. I groaned under my breath and wrapped one hand tightly around my cock, leaning back in my seat and biting my lip as I fought to gain control. I managed to stop, but I knew now that I was in real danger of wetting myself where I sat. I squeezed my cock hard again, determined not to embarrass myself in public despite the fact my boxers were now even more soaked. I glanced across at the woman, and caught her watching me, her eyes fixed on my crotch. She sensed me looking her way and she looked away quickly, gazing out of the window, squirming in her seat and tapping her feet on the floor of the bus. As the bus got nearer and nearer to my stop, I began to come up with a plan of action. Although the walk to my house from my stop was only a few minutes, I knew there was absolutely no way I’d make it with dry trousers. There was a quiet alleyway less than a minutes’ walk away from the stop, secluded from the street by trees and hedges. I made up my mind that I’d piss there, hoping that nobody would be around. Less than 5 minutes to go, and by now I was frantic. My hands were pushed between my jiggling thighs, pressing down hard against my throbbing cock and squeezing tightly every few seconds. I was breathing quickly and my heart was pounding, and I was well aware that no matter how hard I held on, I was extremely close to losing control. The woman next to me seemed to be in a similar way. As we slowed down for yet another set of traffic lights, I glanced across and saw her lean forwards in her seat, and quickly place her bag onto her lap. As I watched her, she bit her lip and pressed one hand hard between her legs, squeezing hard. She squirmed in her seat and closed her eyes for a second, blowing air through her lips. ‘God, so fucking hot’ I thought to myself as I squeezed my cock tightly, quickly looking away as she opened her eyes and glanced in my direction. Her cheeks were bright red and she looked incredibly desperate to pee. Both of us were close to losing it with just a few more minutes to go. After what felt like an age, the bus turned into the road that our stop was on. I pressed the button to let the bus driver know, and stood up slowly, my bladder pounding worse than ever as I moved towards the door. Now that relief was only a couple of minutes away, it was getting harder and harder to hang on. I crossed my legs hard, squeezing myself through my pocket as I fought to keep my boxers dry now I was stood up on the bumpy bus. As the bus slowed to pull into the stop, I leaked again, spurting a hard stream of piss into my boxers. I grit my teeth and bounced on the spot, squeezing my thighs together and holding myself hard, not caring about people on the bus seeing how badly I had to piss. All I cared about now was getting to the alleyway and emptying my bladder in a long, hard stream. I glanced behind me and saw the woman was still sat down, perched on the edge of her seat with her hand still pressed between her legs underneath her bag. She glanced at me, her face a picture of urgency, biting her lip. She clearly didn’t trust herself to stand up without wetting herself while the bus stopped. The doors opened and I hurried off, thanking the driver, my voice strained as I fought to hold on for just one more minute. I heard the woman behind me thanking him too, her voice barely more than a whisper. I walked as fast as I dared without wetting myself, openly holding myself now, too desperate to care. Luckily, the street was quiet, but I could hear the woman’s footsteps behind me. She was walking quickly too, taking quick, short steps, clearly trying to press her thighs together as she walked. I wished I could’ve watched her, but at the moment my own desperation was the only thing on my mind. As I neared the alley, I felt myself leaking again, and I had to stop in my tracks. ‘Oh fuckkkk’ I moaned softly, squeezing my cock with both hands bending forwards on the spot, not caring about being seen. After a couple of seconds, I managed to stop the flow, but by now my boxers felt soaking wet with piss. I straightened up and hurried towards the alleyway, still holding myself hard. I glanced down and saw a small wet patch on my work trousers. It wasn’t obvious, but if I didn’t piss soon it was going to get a lot bigger. I began to jog, then, as I got nearer, practically sprinted into the alleyway, tugging my belt open as I did so. Thank fuck, there was nobody there. Before I could rip open my fly, my poor, aching muscles gave up after clamping back the flow for so long, and I started to leak again, unable to hold back the flow. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ I muttered as I frantically unzipped myself and pulled out my leaking cock, aiming it into the grass and moaning as I finally let loose. I glanced down at my bladder, amazed at how far it was bulging out, and I rubbed a hand over it, feeling how completely full and rock hard it was. Piss erupted from my cock, splashing noisily against the ground in a hard stream. I threw my head back and moaned again, relishing the sensation of finally releasing my urine. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the sensation of emptying my bursting, throbbing bladder, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I swore under my breath, my heart pounding, but there was just no way I could clamp off the flow, not when it felt this good. I glanced round and saw the woman standing there, bent over with her hands pushed between her tightly crossed legs, eyes fixed on my cock. Fuck, she obviously comes this way on her way home, I should’ve known. ‘I’m sorry, I was bursting, god I’m sorry’ I said quietly, my voice hoarse, still wetting hard, my poor bladder far from empty. I was so embarrassed and ashamed, but I just couldn’t stop the flow. She shook her head quickly, looking away. ‘No its ok, I was gonna do the same I’m gonna explode, I’ll keep watch for you’ she said breathlessly, glancing up and down the alleyway, bouncing on the spot, still holding herself. ‘Ohhh thank you’ I said quickly, extremely aroused at the fact that this woman was standing right behind me while I pissed a long, hard stream just metres away from her, and knowing that she was desperately waiting for me to finish so she could do the same. I pissed and pissed, finally starting to feel relief. ‘Ohh god, hurry up I’m dying’ she said sheepishly, and I heard her dancing from foot to foot. ‘Sorry, I really had to go’ I laughed, still wetting hard. After about a minute, my stream finally started to taper off, and I let the feeling of relief wash over me. I breathed a loud sigh of relief and zipped myself up quickly, aware that the woman was right behind me. ‘Thanks’ I said quietly, blushing hard, buzzing from the feeling of relief. ‘Its ok’ she said breathlessly, thrusting her bag at me as she danced from foot to foot, ‘Sorry but I really really need to go too, please can you hold this and keep watch?’ I took it and she hurriedly thanked me, her cheeks bright red as she darted past, quickly unzipping her work trousers. ‘Don’t look!’ she called over her shoulder as she squatted down and immediately started wetting, a sharp stream hitting the ground with a hiss. She gasped with relief, and despite her protest I couldn’t help but watch her, occasionally glancing up and down the alley to watch for anyone coming past. ‘Oh goddddd’ she muttered as she relieved her aching bladder, a huge puddle forming underneath her. She finally finished, and I quickly looked away as she pulled up her trousers, my heart still pounding. ‘Thanks’ she said quietly as I gave her the bag back, giving me a quick smile. ‘Don’t you dare tell anyone’ she joked, before walking down the alley, leaving me standing there red faced, relieved, and extremely hard. We never spoke of it again, but occasionally exchanged a smile and a knowing look when we saw each other at the bus stop.
  5. A while back, I started a story called "The Assistant". I had made quite a bit of progress, but during the course of writing this story, I became busy and sort of forgot about it. The last couple of years went by so fast, I could hardly believe it. Anyway, I decided to continue the story, but felt that it would be wise to start a new thread, to post the newest chapters. The first 25 chapters can be found here: https://omorashi.org/topic/17359-the-assistant/?page=1 I recommend reading the first 25 before continuing beyond this point, for those who have never read the story before now, and also for those who might not remember it all that well. If anyone has any comments they wish to add, then please post them in this thread instead of the old one, since it has been a while since anyone has posted there. For now, here is the next chapter of The Assistant. 26 Suddenly feeling embarrassed, Danielle blushed and glanced at her boss. “Should I put this in now?” Katherine pressed the button again, putting an end to the vibrations. “Yes. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us to meet with a new, potential client.” Danielle nodded. “Oh, right.” Danielle stepped around her desk and took a seat. Katherine watched eagerly, waiting for her lovely, young assistant to put the new toy inside of her body. Still feeling slightly embarrassed, Danielle slowly pulled up her skirt until her lady bits were showing. “No underwear this morning?” Katherine asked, looking incredibly excited. Danielle found herself becoming more aroused by the second, as her boss stared at her crotch, watching and waiting for her to place the little egg inside. She spread her legs apart and bit her lower lip, hoping desperately that her bladder would not be struck by a spasm right then. Her need for the restroom was dire and she feared the possibility of creating a mess directly underneath where she sat. Danielle nodded as she slid the new toy into her love tunnel. “I-I thought that you would like it if I didn’t have any on.” The wide grin on Katherine’s face faded a little and her expression became one of pure lust, rather than amusement. “It pleases me greatly.” For a moment, Katherine stood and stared at Danielle, who was squirming a little in her seat, hoping that her desperation would go unnoticed. She crossed her legs and covered herself with her skirt again while forcing a smile onto her face. “Is something the matter, my dear assistant?” Katherine asked. Danielle crossed her arms and shook her head. “Nope! All is well with me!” Her boss then pressed the button and the egg instantly came to life, buzzing and humming, forcing a moan of pleasure past her lips. She leaned forward against her desk, closed her eyes, and put both hands against her crotch. The pleasure created by the vibrations combined with the fullness of her bladder nearly sent her over the edge right then and there. For a moment, she thought that she might have an orgasm and empty her bladder on the spot. When the vibrator at last went still, she opened her eyes and looked up at Katherine, who had a sadistic grin upon her face once again. “Miss Andrews, I…” Katherine chuckled and placed the remote control back inside of her jacket. “Well, today should be interesting. Are you ready to go, then? We have a bit of a drive ahead of us, before getting to the next meeting.” I am not ready yet, I still need to pee! Danielle thought, as she attempted to compose herself. “I-I need to go…” Katherine tilted her head slightly and put her hands on her hips. “You need to go to the restroom, eh? It has been quite obvious all morning. After the stunt you pulled last night, you can forget about it.” Danielle was suddenly hit by a bladder spasm and she closed her eyes again as she fought to remain in control. “Please, I am desperate!” Katherine motioned for her to stand. “And I am quite enjoying it. Let’s go.” Danielle groaned with disappointment, but, despite her fear of wetting herself in public again, she was feeling excited about taking another desperate car ride. The added element of pleasure that would likely occur, due to the presence of the vibrator, increased her excitement exponentially. With shaking knees, she stood and was hit again by another bladder spasm. It was quite obvious that she would be lucky to even make it out to the vehicle without peeing, let alone the entire drive. In the event that she did make it to the car, she would unfortunately have to face the embarrassment of other people seeing her struggle, knowing about her desperate need. With a gasp, Danielle crossed her legs and put one hand up under her skirt, to press against her bare peehole. “Please, at least let me pee a little! I might not even make it out to the car!” She looked up at her mistress, who took a moment to think the situation over, before answering. “Alright, if you are that desperate, then go and use the restroom, but you may only let out a little.” Danielle breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Miss Andrews!” As quickly as she could, she shuffled around the desk and through the doorway, but froze in place just on the other side. She once again found herself struggling against another bladder spasm. Her boss burst into laughter behind her, as she wiggled her butt and pressed her fingers as hard as she could against her urethra. Apparently the show she was putting on was equally as amusing as it was arousing. Come on, don’t make another mess on the floor! For what seemed like an eternity, Danielle just stood there, struggling to contain the pee that she’d been holding since the night before. She was so close to losing control, that she feared the battle had been lost. Fortunately, the sudden urge eventually subsided a little and then she was able to continue the journey to the toilet. Sighing with relief once again, she continued her desperate shuffle through Katherine’s office, to the doors. The destination was growing closer. Soon she would be through, free to have herself a seat and have the morning pee she needed. Though she knew she had been told to only let out a little, she decided on her own to fully empty her bladder. She hoped that the punishment wouldn’t be too severe. Standing up as straight as possible, Danielle pressed her legs together and reached for the doors. She placed both of her hands on them and pushed outward, but was surprised by the sight of someone standing in the hall. The security guard from the garage, with the blonde ponytail, was there. Danielle composed herself as quickly as she could, parted her legs a little and put her hands down at her sides. “Hello! Is something the matter?” The security guard looked quite unhappy. In fact, he seemed nervous. “I must speak with Miss Andrews immediately. There is an issue with her car.” Suddenly in shock, Danielle could only stare at him. “Oh, I-I see…” The guard looked down at her hands, which were beginning to take on the form of fists, as she felt another bladder spasm brewing deep within her body. “Ma’am, I recommend that you do not leave this room, under any circumstances.” Behind Danielle, Katherine stepped out of the side office, immediately concerned. “What is happening out there?” The guard motioned for Danielle to step back and she did as instructed, wishing that she could just leave the room for even a few seconds. “Miss Andrews, there is an issue with your car.” Katherine crossed her arms and frowned. “What type of an issue?” Still looking nervous, the security guard tapped the knuckles of his right hand into his left palm. “There is evidence of tampering under the hood. I have contacted your mechanic to make sure there was no damage, so hopefully the car is fine. Anyway, I am afraid that we have a major security breach on our hands.” “You imbeciles!” Katherine threw up her hands and pointed angrily at him. “It is your job to prevent such tampering! You had better figure out what happened or you will find yourself unemployed!” The guard nodded and motioned for her to follow. “Come right this way.” With pleading eyes, Danielle watched the two of them leave. “Miss Andrews, I-” “Stay here in this office Danielle!” Katherine instructed. “You will just have to wait until I return!” “But, I still…” As the doors closed, the poor girl’s voice trailed off when she realized that there was no use asking at that point. She instantly doubled over and put both of her hands against her crotch. She was on the verge of losing control again and had no idea how much longer she could continue to wait. She crossed her legs and groaned with disappointment. “Why is this happening right now? I almost made it…” From her office, she could hear the sound of the phone ringing. What if it’s a client? In a hurry, Danielle shuffled towards her office, desperately hoping that she would make it there before the caller hung up. “Please, don’t hang up!” she begged as she reached the doorway of the office. At this point, the phone had rung five times. In light of the situation, Danielle knew that answering this call was of extreme importance. If it was a client, she would need to let them know what was happening. On the seventh ring, she snatched up the receiver and answered. “Hello! This is Danielle S-smith, Katherine Andrews’ assistant. How m-may I help you?” At first, there was only silence on the other end, but before long, a deep voice on the other end at last began to speak. “Danielle Smith… When you see your boss again, give her a message for me, if you could be so kind. Tell her that I know what she has been up to with her young assistants. Let her know that I will bring down her empire if she does not meet my demands.” With her heart pounding in fear and her urine making its way into her urethra, Danielle groaned and shook her hips. “What d-demands?” “My dear, is something the matter?” The mysterious caller asked. “Are you desperate for a piss? If so, then you would be wise to walk out the front doors and never look back. Miss Andrews has a tendency to manipulate her assistants so that they find themselves in desperate situations. If you have not wet yourself in public yet, then you will.” For a moment, Danielle did not speak, but she at last remembered her very first conversation with David, the guy she had met the day before, regarding the previous assistants. There was the one who wet herself in the lobby and the other who nearly pressed charges. “Were you one of her assistants?” Danielle asked. The voice on the other end laughed. “You have been warned. Leave now, before she destroys your life.” “I-I haven’t w-wet myself yet and I-I am quite comfortable at the moment!” Danielle cried. “She isn’t like that!” The voice laughed again. “Defend her if you wish, but you will only go down with her.” The conversation then ended and the caller hung up. From what Danielle had heard, she was almost certain that the caller was disguising their voice, possibly with some sort of device. It did not sound natural. She lowered the receiver and stared at it for a moment, realizing that something was terribly wrong. “What the hell?” Carefully hanging up the phone, she put both of her hands back against her womanhood and groaned again. It was beginning to look like her second day on the job was about to be worse than the first one. Not only was she about to wet herself right there in the office, there was also the danger that the mysterious caller was somewhere in the building.
  6. A lot of my good sightings revolve around a drive that we make frequently. In short, her ex lives about 30 minutes away and he managed to have it so that we always drop off and pick up the kids. We drive there twice a weekend, 2-3 weekends out of the month, for the past 3+ years. The thing of particular interest is that on the route we take there’s nowhere for her to pee. When I say there’s nowhere for her to pee, that doesn’t mean there truly isn’t anything; there just isn't anywhere that she will go. I’ll get more into this drive on a later post, but all you need to know for now is that she won’t pee anywhere on the entire route we drive. She has been desperate so many times on that road that I can barely keep up with them, but this is the most recent one, and one of the best. In addition to her being desperate to pee earlier than almost any other occasion, there was also the bladders worst enemy - holiday traffic. The kids were with their dad for Thanksgiving, and we were picking them up the following Sunday. For those of you not in the US, that is one of the most traveled days of the entire year. You are guaranteed to run into traffic, and the later in the day it is, the worse the traffic. Because of this, I wanted to get on the road early. We’d been doing some shopping that morning and Jenna had gotten a coffee (the largest one at Starbucks). Once we got home we cleaned up the house, then drank some water because we had been sweating. We realized that it was close to time to leave, so we both peed then Jenna downed the rest of her coffee, which was still almost half full. We got distracted with a few things, and it ended up being another 30 minutes before we finally left - I grabbed a soda for each of us on the way out, plus filled up our water bottles. As we pulled out of the driveway, Jenna swigged some more water, then opened her soda. Luckily, it looked like traffic wasn’t too bad yet. There weren’t any stops, but we were still going slower that normal. About 20 minutes into the drive, I asked what she thought about going to downtown on the way back for some pokemon with the kids. She immediately said “Yes, because I really need to pee!” I didn’t say anything as I tried to make sure I heard her right. Had she just said that she really needed to pee? It hadn’t even been an hour since she went last, and it could easily be an hour and a half before we got home. I’m not sure how stopping in downtown would help her pee as it wasn’t any closer than home, but I guess she just wasn’t thinking straight. I hadn’t even been thinking about her needing to pee yet so I wasn’t paying attention, but I now noticed that she she was sitting to the side with her knees tucked upwards to relieve some pressure. About 5 minutes later, she started digging around in the car. I asked her what she was doing; She said she was looking for anything she could wipe with if she was to pee outside. She didn’t find anything, though, and grunted in dissatisfaction before crossing her legs and leaning back in the seat. She was silent for the next 5 minutes before she winced and grabbed her side saying “Oh man it’s starting to hurt my back now....” I felt bad for her, so I reached over to put my hand on her leg and told her I was sorry. I could feel her muscles clenching periodically as she said “Its OK, its not your fault.” As we got closer to his house, she groaned again and said “What the fuck!? Did I forget to pee?” She paused, then remembered “Oh yeah, I downed my coffee. Damn, that was stupid! I sure wish I could go pee in his house.” This really caught my attention as she has NEVER brought that up before. I was trying to think of something to say when she mentioned that his bathroom was probably worse than the nasty convenience stores she refused to stop in. Holy Shit! Not only was she to the point of pain, but she was openly wondering about using her ex’s bathroom and we weren’t even to the halfway point yet! I felt bad for her, but it was her choice not to use the bathrooms or pee outside, so I couldn’t help but enjoy it some. We finally arrived at his house, and thankfully there wasn’t a train blocking the path. I was focusing on hurrying up so I didn’t slow down at the train crossing as much as normal, causing her to wince in pain and hold her bladder when we crossed the tracks before his house. When we pulled up to his house and saw that everyone was still inside, she sighed in exasperation at the seconds this would add to the time it took to get back home. She went up to the door and threw her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated that they weren’t out yet. She knocked on the door and did a mild curtsey while waiting for him to get to the door. I could see her hands balled into fists, but she returned to normal while once they came out. She ended up talking to their dad for almost 5 minutes, successfully hiding her desperation the whole time. When she got in the car, though, she immediately clamped her thighs together and said “Good god, I have to pee!” It had been 30 minutes since she first said she was desperate, and it only seemed to be escalating. She immediately started asking the kids about their weekend with their Dad. I went slower over the tracks on the way out, but she stopped talked and winced at even the minor jolts. As we were waiting to turn back onto the highway, I told her that I would hurry as much as I could. I normally don’t bother passing anyone on this road because it’s so busy, but at this point it seemed like every minute counted. When I passed a string of 3 cars a minute later she practically shouted “Oh thank god!” but I rapidly got stuck behind an even longer string of cars and there was no way I could get around them. As if to add insult to injury, we had to stop at the only light on the highway just as it turned red, causing her to groan again and squeeze her legs together. While we were stopped, we looked over to see a massive line of cars coming from the side road. She checked and there was massive traffic on the interstate that ran parallel to this road, so a lot of people were taking this route as a bypass. Because there were so many cars, it meant there was no chance of passing. The traffic ended up going much slower than normal as well, practically crawling out of town. Even once we got into the open section, we were still going 20 MPH below the speed limit at most. She knew she had no way of peeing anytime soon and had resigned to holding no matter what an hour ago, so mentally she wasn’t as frantic as I would have expected. She was still having to deal with the intense sensations emanating from her abdomen, though, so she started looking things up on her phone to distract her. It seemed to work, at least partly, but she was still frantically drumming her fingers. Close to 45 minutes after leaving his house, when it should have taken 15, we finally made it to the turnoff from the highway. It is for another highway and the interchange has a 270 degree loop to get to the other road. Still trying to hurry, I took it relatively fast and it did a number on poor Jenna. Both hands shot to her bladder, lightly cradling it, as she gritted her teeth in pain. Once we straightened out, she rubbed her distended abdomen and panted from the effort for about 15 seconds before regaining her composure. Her face lit up as she announced “finally, we’re getting close!” even though it was almost 15 minutes away. I guess considering how long she had been waiting, that was pretty good. A few minutes later we came up to a light, which again turned red just before we got there. Jenna sat with her legs crossed tightly, drumming a frantic beat on the arm rest with her fingers. Suddenly, she beat both her hands on her thighs 6 or 8 times. I looked at her weirdly, so she told me “I have no idea why I did that!” trying to pass it off as being random. After the light turned green again and we got up to speed, though, she admitted “That's a lie. I'm absolutely bursting to pee!” She again winced and held her bladder as we turned onto the next highway. We continued on, turning a few more times with Jenna wincing each time from the added pressure. Once we finally exited the highway for the last time, I said “We’re getting close! Only 5 or 6 more minutes!” She moaned then said “Oh God I think my bladder is going to explode! Hurry!” and rubbed her bladder again. Soon, she moaned in pain again, one hand placed lightly over her bladder. A few minutes further down the road, Jenna started getting even more desperate with anticipation. Just as I thought we had made it, the last light turned red! Thankfully I notice the Police officer nearby instead of running the light (which would have delayed us even more!) and slammed on my brakes while Jenna yelped as the seatbelt dug into her bladder. We’d only been stopped for about 2 seconds when she blurted out “OMG when is this going to turn! I am literally dying here!” as she lightly rubbed her tortured bladder. The light turned about 10 seconds later, but the kids started begging to check the park for pokemon. We had seen a Pikachu there earlier, and they really wanted to find another one. I was about to tell them no, that we had to get back home, before Jenna popped up and said it was fine. I asked her if she was sure, and she said she yes but I had to hurry. It was only about 30 seconds out of the way, so I went ahead and pulled off. I stopped to check if any where around, and saw that there were several but they were all where we would have to get out and walk. When I told them this, Jenna quickly snapped “Nope! I can't do that. If I try to walk I'm definitely going to pee myself. Hurry.” We were on the final stretch, and I tried to lighten the mood by joking about the porta-a-potty on the side of the road (since she had done so the last time she was super-desperate). Normally that would get a laugh, but this time she just moaned again and bent forward. It was getting critical. When we pulled into the driveway, I expected her to sprint to the door, but she paused for a second with her eyes closed, apparently regaining her composure, then gingerly stepped out of the car. She no longer looked as if anything was wrong; she picked up a few things to bring in then excitedly told the kids that we had a surprise. She ran in, showing the kids the new Christmas tree we had just gotten as well as the rest of the decorations we had put up. Now that she was done with the kids, though, her body had had enough. With nothing left to distract it, her brain knew she was close to relief and it was all she could do to keep from losing control. She crossed her legs and bent over slightly, saying “Oh God, I can’t believe I made it” then hurried off. I’m not sure if hurried is the right word, though. She was walking awkwardly, with each step her leg was partially crossing over the other to put some extra pressure on her peehole since she was using both hands to get her clothes off. After a few steps she stopped, bent forward and exclaimed “I can’t even walk!” before resuming her trek to the long-awaited toilet. By the time she was at the bathroom, her belt was off and her pants and panties were already around her knees. She yanked them down completely as she collapsed on the toilet, letting out a loud “Ouch!” as the act of sitting down jolted her bladder one final time. She sighed loudly, but it took several seconds before her stream started as her muscles slowly unclenched. Once she started, though, it was an absolute gusher! As soon as she caught her breath, about 10 seconds later, she told me “Wow, that hurt!” as the contents her bladder continued spraying into the bowl. She blasted away like this for 15-20 seconds before it turned into a normal, strong, flow. Another 30 seconds later, it had dwindled, but still kept going. She sighed, saying “I feel like Austin Powers!” (I’m sure many people on this site are aware, but at the beginning of Austin Powers, after he is unfrozen, he has a ridiculously long pee). I laughed, expecting it to stop and start as her bladder drained the last of its contents, but it kept going! I had the stopwatch going on my phone, and it ended up lasting for 65 seconds! As her stream was dying off, I’d had enough and pulled out my raging hard-on. She was still sitting on the toilet to get the rest emptied out, and when she saw it she said “That’s not fair! The kids are outside and we can’t have sex right now.” I told her that I was sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I did promise her that I would be more than ready by the time we went to bed, so she rolled her eyes and helped me finish (which only took about 15-20 seconds at that point) before getting up and again saying how much better she felt. True to my promise, I was more than ready that night. Despite not needing any help, she brought up her holding it earlier and I immediately got rock hard. She felt it, too, and couldn't believe it! I had told her how much it turned me on previously, and she would indulge me sometimes, she became a true believer after seeing my reaction! She grew up never mentioning her need so it's a hard habit to break, but since then she has periodically given me updates, plus bringing it up during sex! As great as that hold was, I just wish I had a way of measuring how much she held! Maybe one day…. It's hard to tell someone's capacity just from the length of their pee, but hers are pretty consistent (unless she's pushing to finish as quick as possible!) so I'm pretty confident in saying that this was one of her top 3 or 4 pees. Despite how amazing this was, we were just at the beginning of the season, and there were sure to be many more drives over the coming month and a half, so I was hopeful for what the future held.
  7. Hey so I had this whole thing written out but the website deleted it all, oh well. Anyways this is about the game Life is Strange, where a girl (Max) has the power to rewind time. This is told in a past tense narration, and switches to her then-present tense mind sometimes. My adventure was really amazing, but there are some parts that you didn't hear. These were… less glamorous, to say the least. I cut it out, but I'll let you hear it. Okay heres what happened: Okay so I was at the end of the world party, and I needed to find Chloe and Nathan desperately, but the only thing I needed more desperately was the bathroom. It was probably the worst I had ever needed to go, well beside that time in Seattle, it's a long story, which I shouldn't bore you with, but I will. So it was a sunny day, I was wearing my typical get-up (t-shirt, hoodie, jeans), and I was at a concert. I went with my friend, who kinda ditched me for some dude. I don't even remember which band it was, I was just there for the friend. As you may know, concerts have notoriously long bathroom lines. I, of course didn't account for this. My friend was kind of a roadie, so we got into this pseudo-VIP lounge area, with an open, free bar. Now a little secret, I have a weakness for Shirley Temple (The drink, not the actor of course). Like screw guys. Two words. Shirley. Temple. So I must've drank a hundred of these (probably more like 4). I have what I like to consider a very tiny bladder. People say I actually have a big one, as I don't pee as often as them, but to me, it's really small. I still have to go once every few hours. Kinda sucks I don't have an iron bladder like Chloe. Anyways so after these many Shirley temples I'm on a sugar high, and then it hit me like a truck. It's like someone just turned my bladder nerves on and suddenly my hands shot to my crotch, and my legs crossed, knees bent, holding in my pee. So I honestly felt like I was going to pee right there, but I figured this VIP lounge had some sort of bathroom, right? So I look around, nothing. The music is blasting, and the lights are flashing, so I figure I may be missing it. I keep looking, as I keep getting desperate, and I begin to regret those heavenly red drinks, which are now slowly trickling into my bladder. Then I see a bathroom. The only problem, is that there is, of course, a very VERY long line. Just the thought of relief made my need that much worse, and I even leaked into my panties a little. I expected the VIP bathroom line to be nearly nonexistent, but to no avail. I know I won't be able to make it if I wait in that long line. So I keep looking. I'm getting more desperate by the second, occasionally leaking. I'm bouncing a bit and it's helping some. I then see a bright white light which appears to be a hallway. I go as fast as I can to see down the hallway. Then I see that beautiful, generic sign of a woman in the skirt, and most importantly, no line. I nearly broke into a sprint, until I realized I had to pee so bad I couldn't remove my hands from my crotch, or uncross my legs, or my jeans would've become a few shades darker blue. Either way I leaked a little bit and felt my panties dampen. So I slowly trudge my way through this fluorescently lit white hallway, with the stupid punk music in the background. I take one hand off my wet crotch and I already feel the effects of the lessened pressure. I felt like my pee was mere seconds from bursting out and wetting my jeans like some child. I hear some guy in the distance yelling, but I'm way too far gone to care. The man gets closer and I've just opened the door when he grabs me and shoves me. I leak even more, to where it's probably visible on my jeans. “This is a restricted area miss, you can't be back here!” You've got to be kidding me. It's a security guard. As much as David was a lifesaver (literally) I still hated him at his job. All security guards seem to hate me. “I. Uh. Just need to use the. Uh. bathroom” I kinda sounded like a complete idiot, but cut me some slack. I hoped my body language would help me in this case against the man. “Well you can go and wait in line with everyone else.” “I don't know if you're blind but I don't think I'll.. Oh! make it” I leaked into my panties. And my crotch feels soaked. I look to examine the damage, and my crotch is noticeably dark and glistening, but it could be worse, I could still hide it with a hoodie. “Okay miss, I'll allow it, just for the sanitation crew’s sanity.” Hah they both start with San-. Whatever. WAIT! I just got permission! “Thanks!” I mutter, and I rush into the bathroom. I shut the door, and see the toilet. Just looking at the toilet makes me leak into my panties even more. I begin to take off my jeans when I realize I have a belt on. “Max what kind of girl wears a belt?" I think to myself “Oh!” I moan. I leaked even more, there were now lines running down the inside of my jeans. And i could feel my pee slowly trickling out. I instinctively shot both hands to my crotch, which undid my progress on the belt. I realize that I can't stop myself from peeing, so I try my best to take off my belt and slide my pants and panties down. I sit on the toilet and moan in relief. It's over. It's finally over. I examined the damage, and it's bad. But thanks to the low lighting, I hoped nobody noticed. Sorry to get sidetracked. Back to the main story. So I'm at the dumb vortex club party at the pool area, and I urgently need to pee. So I look around, and it was almost like the concert all over again. Except I actually knew where the bathroom was, and I knew people here. I make a beeline for the restroom. Despite figuring I should probably focus on the task of Chloe and Nathan, my need was too much. I rush in and Justin sees me. “Hey Max how's it hangin” god he sounds like Bill Clinton higher. “Oh um. Yea I'm fine.” I should really go, but I guess I'll be polite. He rambles on about his drama, as I pretend to be interested while I pretend I'm not about to wet myself. “Anyways thanks for talkin’ Max, don't be a stranger” God I wish. I finally get in line, and it's longer than since I got in here. What the heck, there were like 6 girls in line, now there's 8. The first and second girls look like they are even worse than me, and are about to piss themselves. The first girl is yelling at whoever is in there. The second girl has her hands really close to her crotch, daring to possibly grab herself. The third girl is kinda chilling, and is occasionally rocking back and forth. The fourth and fifth girl look like they have to go very badly. The sixth and seventh girl don't seem to need to pee at all, and directly in front of me is Dana, who looks like she's at nearly the same level of desperation as me, if not worse. She's wearing her cheerleader outfit, and stepping back and forth, lifting her knees as she does, with her fists clenched. At this point my legs are crossed, and I have to bend squat a bit every once in awhile to alleviate the urge. There's 2 urinals, both empty, and some dude is passed out over another toilet, without a stall. The only useable toilet has a bra on top, and I can only imagine some chick passed out in there or somebodyis having sex. God this sucks. “Hey Dana” I say, figuring I need to keep my mind off my bladder. “Hi Max, this is quite the line huh? God I'm about pee myself” she says laughing, but underlying sounds mortified. We make a bit of small talking until the conversation dies out, we both need to focus on keeping the urine inside of our bladders. Five minutes later and the line hasn't moved an inch. I'm really starting to regret those couple waters I had at the barn. The first girl, looking like she will pee any second, finally says screw it rushes towards the toilet. She pushes the guy off the toilet pulls off her pants and goes to the bathroom, in view of everybody, including some guys. You can hear the pee splatter into the water and it just makes all our needs that much worse. I bend my knees and out my hands in my crotch, and I hear Dana moan a little and she continues her extreme bouncing and puts her hands in her crotch too. Apparently it was too much for the second girl. She finally did resort to holding herself, and the front of her skirt is soaked, and you can hear the pee hit the floor. She's wetting herself. “Poor thing” Dana quietly says to me. Unfortunately for the second girl, but fortunately for us, a couple comes out of the stall. I don't recognize them, but I can tell they definitely just did it. The third girl rushes in, and we assume she does her business. Man I bet Warren wishes he was here. He gave me a flash drive, which he forgot to take his porn off of. I took a peak, and found these "omorashi" videos. Guess that's some weird Japanese thing or something. Anyways, The fourth and fifth girl, who appear to be friends, suddenly got super desperate. Like I can't believe they weren't actively peeing themselves. They both unanimously decided that they would just piss in the urinal. The one pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt, while the other pulled down her jeans and panties, and they peed into the urinals. “God do they have no shame?” Dana asks me. I shrug, or as close as I can to a shrug in this situation. So now there's only 4 of us left, and the first two don't seem to need to pee at all. “Hey do you mind if we cut in front? My friend and I REALLY need to go.” Dana says to the girl in front of us, her voice full of pleading desperation. She looks like she's about to pee herself, but then again so am I. “Um… I was here first, sorry.” God that girl is a witch. Dana is crying, and her mascara is running. She's jumping up and down, her hands deep in her crotch, and I feel so bad for her. I can Though I need some time for self pity. My legs are crossed extremely tight. I have my hands really deep in my crotch, doing whatever I can to delay the inevitable I feel myself leaking a little. It probably isn’t quite visible.. Finally Dana cries out and she pees her panties. She slides down the wall, and I feel awful for her. But I have my own problem right now I'm leaking more every second.. The girl finally comes out of the stall and the next girl goes in. I feel absolutely helpless, and I still have a girl in front of me. I'm leaking far too much for my own good. God I am so desperate, I'm crying. The girl comes out and the other goes in. Come on Max, just a minute or two more. I try to resist the urge but it's too much.Finally it's too painful. My pee forces itself out. I stand there mortified, as pee soaks my panties, then my pants, and then the floor around me. I cry and wonder what I can do. I can't do anything with my pants soaking wet. I am then reminded that I can rewind time. Thank god for that. I rewind back to when I first entered the party. God my bladder is full again. And it feels even worse after having just had that amazing relief. I, again, make a beeline to the bathroom. Justin calls me but i tell him I don't have time, and I get in line. I'm seventh. I just barely ended up behind the sixth girl. Now I shouldn't pee myself, if everything goes the same. The first pees in the open toilet, the second wets herself. The third goes in after the couple comes out of the stall, the fourth and fifth go in the urinals, and I wait for the third girl to come out. I'm extremely desperate and already began to leak a little bit, but thankfully the third girl comes out. The sixth girl goes in, and I think I'm gonna make it. I hear Dana moan behind me, and I feel awful. I can't stand to see my friend like this, but I have bigger issues. I'm nearly flooding my jeans, and I finally hear the flush. Just that makes me leak, and finally the girl comes out and I dash in, and I pull down my panties and pee. The pleasure is nearly orgasmic, and I finish quickly in hope Dana has a better will this times I walk out and I see Dana, sitting on the floor crying, and you can see her panties, soaked. Behind the girl. God I can't do this to Dana. I reluctantly rewind again. Man it never gets better. The pressure on my bladder is immense. At this point I'm gonna try a different strategy. I find Dana outside of the bathroom, and ask her to go swimming. I take off my layers and we go in. The frigid water makes me spurt, and I just begin to go. I release the contents of my bladder. I close my eyes and it feels amazing. Then everyone gasps.and the water surrounding me turns purple. God what is this “Grown Ups”? The whole entire pool is disgusted, and I rewind. God my bladder is SO full. It feels like every rewind my bladder becomes slightly more full. I guess that must be my bladder muscles being tired. This time I race to find the two idiot girls who barely had to pee, and push them into the pool without them knowing it's me. They don't call me the Blackwell ninja for nothing. I'm waddling at this point. And I go to the bathroom. I reject Justin, and get in line behind Dana. The first and second girl already peed, and the fourth and fifth are currently pissing in the urinals. I assume the third is inside the stall. Dana looks absolutely desperate. She sees me and I feel like I may need to pee even worse than her, thanks to the fatigue of my bladder muscles. I already have leaked to where it is visible. I definitely do not think I can make it till after her. She then suddenly asks. “Hey I owe you one for lending me the flash drive and resolving that Victoria sitatuation. Thank god, I actually had to pee almost worse than now while I was locked in my dorm. Anyways do you-Oh!-wanna go in front?” I freeze time, and my insane urge to pee doesn't go away, but it doesn't grow. It honestly feels kinda nice. Anyways I contemplate the decision. I know Dana can't hold it for me to go, but I also know that I can't hold it either. But I can try. I'll let her go first. “You can go, I'll be fine.” Dana looks relieved. The girl comes out of the stall, and she rushes in. I struggle to keep the pee in. I already leaked to where my crotch is plenty shades darker than the rest of my jeans, but I pray Dana goes quickly.. I leak even more and then eventually my jeans go from a light blue to dark navy. I start crying. It feels so good, but I'm mortified, imagine if someone sees me like this. This is so unfair. I rewind a little bit, and tell Dana that I will go first, and thank her profusely. My urge to pee is so strong. I'm actively leaking, and I can't stop it. The girl comes out, and I rush into the bathroom, and barely get my panties down before I start to pee. I pee as quickly as I can, in hopes of possibly saving Dana. God it feels so good it's like pure ecstasy. I finish and rush out, but I see Dana, on the floor crying with a wet cheerleading outfit. I rewind a little by one last time. I can't do this to a friend. I tell Dana she can go, and I run out into the party, in pure despair and desperation. I've never had this sense of urgency. Thank god it is dark, as then they can't tell that I'm already leaking to where it is really visible. Moving actually helps me hold it in, and I'm hoping I can possibly make it outside and find a bush. As I'm running out I hear a familiar voice coming from ahead. It's Warren. My relationship with Warren was complicated. I liked him, but I wasn't sure if I liked him romantically. Anyways he sees me, and I'm running with my hands in my crotch obviously desperate to pee, and I see him just stare. Heck it wasn't even a stare he was basically ogling me. I then remember his whole "omorashi" thing and get an idea. He stops talking and I run towards him. He's standing on an uncrowded sidewalk, and I tell him that I'm about to pee myself and I need his help. He just stands there, and he tries to answer but his brain just seems fried. I, distracted by Warren, leak and pee myself. It feels so good, and I hug him and collapse into him. He comes to his senses and kisses me passionately. I then rewind and decide I wanna do this differently. I rewind just a little bit, from when I see Warren, I run to him. I feel the pee nearly coming out. I yell for him to go to the other side of the building where nobody is. I grab his hand and drag him behind the building and kiss him. Boy do I kiss him. I push him to the ground and straddle him, biting my lip. I'm grinding on top of him, trying hold my pee, but leaking a lot. He stops and says “You can go and pee y’know” and, I just wink. And then I pee on his crotch, through my panties, my jeans, his jeans, and his boxers. We kept making out and he put his hand in my crotch as I peed, and it escalated from there It was the most amazingly arousing thing I've ever done. I wanted to do it over and over again. The best part was... I could. thanks for reading! ~B
  8. It was a day, seemingly like any other...... You were brought along to a mall by a few of your friends, intent on going on a shopping spree. Clothes, food, games, the whole nine yards. And, though you were worried about being just a bag carrier the whole time, your worries are abolished entirely as you realize what mall it is.... An extravagantly large mega-mall...With stores of just about every kind, from wall to wall! You reckon it's the largest store you've ever laid eyes on...And, it's quite a pace just to get to the first store they're looking for..... Good prices too, which you find excitable despite your lack of mall knowledge...and it's not even that busy today! It almost feels like a dream, too good to be true.... ..... And after a while....you realize that something terrifying has happened.... People start scurrying..moving from one place to another. Voices whisper in a panic, and the security guards seemingly vanish....People disperse...and, for a while..You wonder what's going on, before you see them... Zombies. A horde of living dead, hobbling...groaning...and stretching out....ready to act...ready to kill..... And, in a cruel twist of fate, it seems you've found yourself trapped in the mall...for three days. This story begins...shortly after you and your friends take temporary shelter in one of the Toy stores. What was once a place of fond nostalgia has degraded to a makeshift barricade...As you eye an elevator on the other side of the hall.... You've seen people escaping to it.....Going to a safe area, likely......But, they're not important right now.... The only question now is.... Can you survive? =============================================================================================================================================== Authornote: As the title suggests, this is the start of Faust's Zombie Adventures! A few things need to be laid out, but It shouldn't be too worrying. After all, the zombies aren't that fast...and not nearly as smart as you all can be.... So, everything should be fine....Have fun. [Important notes/Decisions] [Main Character Role] You have two options for a main character, in this. This will have a touch of effect on the story, but mostly, it determines who you want to be running around the mall as.... AuthorNote: Oh, right..Stats...To simply put it... Strength: Affects how many [Extra] items you can carry with you. Each person starts with [3] slots, and gains +1 for each stat.... Endurance: Affects how many hits you can take, from Zombies or otherwise, before needing a break. [If using a Female character: Also controls the number of drinks you can take in before needing a potty Break] Speed: How Fast you are, when moving. [Through a horde, or otherwise]. Bravery: Affects your willingness to do dangerous things.... [If using a female character: Willingness to go outside of a toilet.] Charisma: Affects your ability to win over a situation or a person, without needing to do extra things. [And in some cases: Likely chances of starting a lewd situation] Luck: How lucky you are. [Random events occur, and a luck stat may overcome a bad stat in a pinch.....] Authornote: If a character's stat contradicts something that is in their listed powers/weaknesses, the power/weakness takes precedent. ================================================================================================================================================ Authornote: So in short....Faust needs you all to pick [1] Character to play as, and [1] character to follow you through the opening. Faust intends on there being a [Party] System a touch later...But It'll come up when it does. So, for now...Faust will wait for replies, and ponder.... [Feel free to ask additional questions, if you wish to know more...]
  9. Faust really doesn't seem to know when to stop with these kind of things..... But, compared to the other stories, [Which Faust thanks for being a ROUSING success, to all], Faust decided he wanted to also do something with a single..cohesive...Longer-running story. A story based on one of Faust's favorite series.....Something that Faust has been wanting to run something for, for a long time. Granted, this will be far different from his own myriad of short-interactive tales....But, you know... Faust just can't keep himself still sometimes. So...With a small wave, a thank you for delving in..And Faust's own personal apology for appearing scatter-brained again. ^^; Here ya go! Though..Faust will warn: This one will likely go on for a fair bit longer...So....Be warned if it's a bit slower. There are some more choices to make, after all.... ============================================================================================================================================== Your mind feels hazy.... You don't know where you are....How you are....or, even who you are....Nothing but a nearly infinite void of blackness.... Darkness..As far as your eyes can manage. You can't find the ground...You can't see the sky... You just...are. Your essence feels like it's flowing through the void....Constantly being pulled one way...or another. Forever....eternally...Just...existing in the void... When suddenly, a voice calls out to you. 'Can you hear me...?' A voice.... Unfamiliar....Unknown.... But...A sign that the void is not eternal. That there is some other presence.... 'Can you hear me?' it calls again...Prompting you to try to follow it as best you can. The dark void gives you no cues....But, as you drift amidst the sea of black... Suddenly...A light. You see a beacon of hope emerge off the horizon......A goal... You feel your presence drifting towards it....Being drawn to it....And, as you inch closer. 'If you can hear me....please. Come through the door..' Do you really have any choice? You urge your presence through the light....It encompassing your entire being for a few moments in a flash....... And then.... ............... An unfamiliar area... And a strange tune... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcYzZjIpSek As the piano starts to play....You see man sitting before you....An older, balding man with a strange face, and a long nose. He seems to be resting his head in his hands...As bloodshot eyes look at you. "Mmm...Welcome.....to the Velvet room.." he calls to you....In a hushed voice that has no trouble meeting your ears. "My name is Igor....I am...Delighted..to make your acquaintance." He lightly rolls his hands, peering at you with a small smile. "Though...I suppose before we can discuss much..You need to remember your form." He adds, with a low chuckle. "As you are now..You were lost...In the sea of the unconscious. A world...Where the collective thoughts of the world....All gather." His hands roll back to where they were, as he finally extends one. "I suppose another way of looking at it...Is that you are asleep." he adds, lightly. "But...A deep sleep. One that you are soon to rouse from. Unlike your regular sleep though...This awakening...Will awaken more than your conscious mind. Rather, it's an awakening....of the soul." He runs his hand over a conjured blue table in front of you....And, in another sweeping motion...A medley of cards. Each with a different image....A difference essence. "Each of these cards...incites a different sort of aspect of your soul." he starts, lightly. "All potential aspects..All parts that may encompass your inner self." He sweeps his hands over them again...Before letting his hand go back to meet yours. "Though..I suppose you should remember your physical form..before we welcome in your inner self." he adds with a soft chuckle again...Eyes resting on you. "So..Why don't you introduce yourself? Being in this room....Should have allowed you to awaken..and recollect by now." You don't know what secrets the room holds....Or entirely what the man is talking about. However, as he says..You feel your mind returning to you..And memories flowing, You glance down at where you expect your body to be...And do the best you can to speak. "I am..." you start...As you feel your body becoming yours once again... ============================================================================================================================================== [Character Creation] (This is the most important part of the story....As it will dictate a lot of things moving forward. You will make many choices all throughout the tale..but they all start with this one...The most simple...yet prominent choices to be made. Faust will dictate which one is selected in the event of a tie, and occasionally a recommended one..But it all rests on you, readers. Your victory, or failure..Will be in your hands. By making this selection...You assume full responsibility for your actions. You know... The usual Stuff.....) Choice 1: 1. A girl [Recommended by the Author]. 2. A Boy. Choice 2: [My Inner self is...] 1. A brilliant female swordsman, with fiery red hair 2. A beautiful woman, with an icy gaze. 3. An imposing figure, with a striking presence 4. An Emerald being, with wide wings.... ========================================================================================================================================
  10. AN: It's been a long while since I posted anything, but I've been in a Jojo mood lately and I figured there could be some really interesting things I could do with omorashi and stands. There's no depseration or wetting in the prologue, unfortunately. This merely sets up the main characters and the story. I'll be uploading the next chapter very shortly, and that one will contain desperation, because there's not much point in posting an omorashi story with no omorashi in it. P.S. See end of each chapter for musical references. Prologue: Sugimoto Arisu Morioh Town. Population, 58,741. A peaceful town located in Japan’s M prefecture next to S city. It’s a simple town that still holds the remnants of the ancient time of samurai. Villas and rice fields still litter the less-developed parts of town. It was only twenty years ago that Morioh went through some rather explosive development. Rice fields were turned into land for houses, streets were repaired, and stores and markets began popping up in the center of town. Just last summer, some really bizarre things started happening all around town. People with unique abilities, called Stands, began popping up all over town. It’s said these people, called “Stand Users” are drawn towards each other naturally. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but I, too, gained a Stand ability last year. Perhaps that’s why I was able to meet those two guys who roped me and my friends into a crazy adventure of my own. This is the story of my very own “bizarre adventure”. *** “Daiyaka-san!!” The angry yell came from a girl stomping down the halls of Budo-ga Oka High School. The girl had intense, pink eyes and dark brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders, with bangs parted down the on her left side and tucked behind her ears with a gold star pin. She was wearing as standard navy blue sailor-style girl’s uniform, but she had a button with a red heart pinned to her shirt just above her waist and off to the right, and she was wearing red thigh high stockings. She approached a boy with mid-length black hair and amber eyes. He was clad in a boy’s uniform, but he had an up arrow pin on the right side of his collar, and a down arrow pin on the left side. The boy also had a clean, horizontal scar on the right side of his face. He turned around just in time to spot the girl and let out a shocked “Arisu-san!” before she grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and slammed him into the wall. “Daiyaka-san! What’s the meaning of this!” Arisu asked, holding up a half-eaten bar of chocolate, “I left this bar of chocolate in my shoe locker for later, and I know you know the combination! Not only did you eat it, but then you put it back unwrapped where I keep my shoes! I can’t even eat the rest of it now!” Daiyaka let out a heavy sigh and shrugged, “Oh, it was something like that...” “What the hell do you mean ‘something like that’!?” “I mean, I wasn’t the one who ate your chocolate bar.” Daiyaka replied. “Don’t give me that crap!” Arisu yelled, “You’re the only one who knows the combination besides me. It had to be you!” “Do you think that explanation works in this school?” Daiyaka asked, “Or have you forgotten.” “You mean, you’re going to blame this on a random Stand User!? You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me!” Arisu reeled her arm back as though she were going to punch Daiyaka in the face, but as she pulled back, her arm bumped into someone behind her. She immediately let go of Daiyaka and whirled around, bowing and apologizing to the person behind her. Meanwhile, Daiyaka rubbed his shoulder, looking up at who Arisu had bumped into. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stumbled back into the wall in astonishment. “W-wait, y-you’re…. You’re the manga artist, Kishibe Rohan!” Sure enough, standing before them in the middle of a school hallway, wearing his standard outfit, was Kishibe Rohan. Behind him was a high school student from their school. Although he was a high school student, he stood on equal height as Rohan. The top of his uniform jacket was pinned open, one side with a gold, heart-shaped pin and the other with a gold peace sign pin. Though perhaps the most unique thing about him was his meticulously combed and maintained pompadour. Arisu also looked up, giving off one more apology, “S-sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Rohan shook his head, “No, it’s fine. You didn’t see me behind you. You didn’t do it on purpose.” “Kishibe Rohan-sensei,” Daiyaka spoke up, his eyes still wide, “If I may ask, what brings the famous manga artist of Morioh to Budo-ga Oka High School? Is there some sort of event going on that I didn’t know about?” “A fan of mine, huh?” Rohan asked, grinning slightly, “No, unfortunately, there’s nothing like that. I’m just here doing some research. After all, a high school is a rather popular setting in manga.” Rohan turned to leave, when the high school student behind him did a double take and glanced back down at Arisu. “W-wait, Rohan… that girl, isn’t she the one we’re looking for?” Rohan’s eyes widened and he looked down at Arisu as well. The manga artist reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo, holding it up and comparing its contents with the girl before them. “Y-you’re right!” Rohan noted, eyes widening further, “It might seem completely improbable but… we just wound up bumping into her!” Arisu tilted her head, “You were looking for me?” “What’s your name?” Rohan asked, “It’s important that you tell us your full name, right now!” The intensity of Rohan’s voice startled Daiyaka, but Arisu stood her ground, “My name… is Sugimoto Arisu.” Rohan and the high school student’s eyes both widened at her response. “S-Sugimoto…” Rohan echoed, “That would explain the photograph.” Arisu frowned, snatching the photo out of Rohan’s hands, “Say, why do you have a photo of me in the first place?” “It’s a long story,” Rohan replied, “Josuke.” Rohan turned to the high school student behind him, who looked back at him with wide eyes and pointed to himself dumbly, “W-wait, you want me to explain it to them?” “It would be better if someone closer to their age talked to them, don’t you think?” Rohan asked. Josuke let out an exasperated sigh, “I thought I was just showing you around… tricking me like that isn’t great, you know.” Despite his protests, Josuke turned towards the two high schoolers and explained the situation, with Rohan butting in every now and again, seemingly to get on Josuke’s nerves. Apparently, Arisu was related to someone named Sugimoto Reimi, a girl who died when she was 16 at the hands of a serial killer. Arisu confirmed this, stating that Sugimoto Reimi was the name of her father’s late younger cousin. “This might be hard to believe, but up until recently, the spirit of Sugimoto Reimi resided in this town as a bound spirit,” Josuke replied, “She wanted to make sure someone put a stop to her killer’s serial murders.” “Y-you’re telling me the person who killed Sugimoto Reimi was still loose after all this time?” Arisu asked. “Yeah,” Josuke nodded, “He was a real piece of work. A psychopath known as Yoshikage Kira.” “Anyway,” Rohan interrupted, “An old associate of ours was trying to use a special ability to communicate with Sugimoto Reimi’s spirit. Well, it was more of a thing he tried to do just to see if he could. He wasn’t able to reach her, but he managed to take two pictures of you.” “Wait,” Arisu asked, “Two pictures? But you only showed me the one.” “T-that’s becasue the second one is... “ Josuke turned his head to the side and scratched his cheek, “Well, see for yourself.” Josuke turned to Rohan, who nodded and passed another picture to Arisu. The brown-haired girl looked over at the picture with wide eyes. The picture showed her, standing up with her hands chained over her head and black chains wrapping around her entire body. “Our associate’s photos have a certain level of clairvoyance,” Rohan explained, “We believe you are in some grave danger, so we came to seek you out and find you immediately.” Arisu let what she had just been told sink in, staring down at the photos with wide eyes. “Pfft.” Arisu brought a hand up to her mouth and started laughing, “Pfffftttt, hahahahaha! Danger, you say? You misunderstand. You mentioned your associate having a special ability, right?Then I guess it’s also assume to say you both have one.” The two stared wide eyed as Arisu raised her hands above her head and crossed her wrists over one another. A pink aura appeared around her, and a feminine figure appeared behind her. The feminine figure, much like the picture of the Arisu in the photo, had chains wrapping around her entire body, as well as bandages that covered its chest and crotch. The figure’s eyes were covered with some sort of opaque visor, and it possessed flowing pink hair. The skin of it’s flesh was colored a baby blue, and that chains wrapping around it were a dark purple color. Rohan and Josuke both stepped back at the appearance of the figure, gazing at it with wide eyes. “You can see it, right? My stand, ‘In Chains’,” Arisu replied. “A… A Stand User!?” Josuke exclaimed. Rohan merely shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave, grabbing Josuke’s shoulder as well. “Come on,” Rohan replied, “Let’s go.” “But wait!” Josuke frowned, “She’s a Stand User!” “So?” Rohan asked, “It really doesn’t matter. We came here to warn her about a danger, but it was just her stand, right? So we don’t need to worry.” Josuke shook his head, “That’s not necessarily true! My old man might be going senile, but his spirit photos wouldn’t just show a random Stand User for no reason! Arisu!” Josuke pointed to the brown-haired girl, “Let me ask you something. Have you noticed anything unusual going on at school recently?” Arisu placed a finger on her lip, “Hmm, not that I know of.” Josuke nodded, “Great! I hope it stays that way, but be on the lookout for something strange.” Arisu frowned, “You know, now that you mentioned it, there is something really strange in this school.” Josuke looked back at Arisu with wide eyes, “W-wait, really? What is it?” Arisu smirked, narrowing her eyes and pointing up at Josuke, “That ridiculous hair of yours. It’s the strangest thing I’ve seen in a while, to be honest!” Daiyaka, who was watching the exchange, facepalmed, “That Arisu… she always has to point it out when something’s bothering her. She can’t ever shut up if she notices something she finds stupid!” “She… she came out and said it…. She came right out and said it!” Rohan exclaimed, his voice filled with panic. “Sugimoto Arisu…” Josuke began, his face obscured by the shadows falling over his eyes, “What…. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY HAIR!” A pink aura with a gemstone-like sparkle glistening in it emerged from Josuke, forming into a humanoid shape and solidifying into Josuke’s stand, Crazy Diamond. “Dora!” the stand cried, reeling it’s arm back and punching forwards. Arisu’s stand emerged before her, crossing her arms in front of her and blocking Crazy Diamond’s first punch. Crazy Diamond then drew back, raising both arms and preparing for a full-on barrage. “Dorararararararararararara! Dora! Dorararararararara!” Despite Arisu’s best efforts, her stand wasn’t able to withstand the flurry of punches flying from Crazy Diamond’s fists. In Chains staggered backwards, and it’s cross guard was broken as both it and Arisu slammed against the wall behind them. “Josuke! Calm down!” Rohan tried, but to no avail. No matter how loud he yelled, Josuke wouldn’t hear it. That was just how Josuke got when people insulted his hair. “You’ll pay for insulting my hair, bastard!” Josuke yelled, glaring at Arisu with eyes alit with fury. Crazy Diamond tried to reel back for one final punch, but Josuke felt his arms get caught. Purple chains appeared around Crazy Diamond’s arms, and the two arms were bound together. Crazy Diamond staggered as it’s arms were caught, and Josuke followed suit. “W-what!? Why you….!” Arisu grinned, “My ‘In Chains’ has the ability to ‘seal’ things it touches. I’ve sealed away your punches by binding your arms together. You won’t be going ‘dorarararara’ at me any time soon! Still, your Stand… is really, really strong.” Rohan grinned, “Now’s my chance, HEAVEN’S DOOR!” Rohan rushed up to Josuke and a visage of Pink Dark Boy that looked like floating lineart appeared, touching Josuke’s face. The skin started peeling back, revealing paper like a book. Rohan grabbed a pen out of his pocket and quickly wrote in “I will forget Sugimoto Arisu insulted my hair”. Rohan then closed the pages on Josuke’s face and called his stand back, and Josuke looked around, dispelling his stand in the process. “Huh? What was I doing?” Rohan then let out a heavy sigh, “That was a close one.” He then turned to leave, dragging Josuke behind him, but before he started off, Josuke paused and turned back to Arisu. “That Stand of yours is pretty strong. I don’t think we have to worry about you,” Josuke replied, “but just in case, I’m Higashikata Josuke, a second year. My homeroom is class 2-F, so you can always come find me if you need any help. My Crazy Diamond’s ability can heal people and repair things, so don’t be afraid to rely on me!” With that, both Josuke and Rohan started down the hallway, leaving Arisu and Daiyaka alone once more. “Now,” Arisu turned back to Daiyaka, with an angry look on her face, “about my chocolate bar… In Chains!” Alice called her stand back, and the two stood menacingly over Daiyaka, Arisu cracking her knuckles as she approached him. “I… I didn’t eat your chocolate! I swear! A-Arisu-san, let's be reasonable.... ARISU-SAN!" <To Be Continued ====== Musical References: Sugimoto Arisu and her stand, "In Chains"- A reference to the American 90's rock band band "Alice in Chains"
  11. In this topic i will post some sightings i have had during the years. I will start with one from late eastern 2014: A wet girl coming from the local train: I was riding the local train home from work after a long day. It was around 20:00 o'clock in the night. I got off at one of the stations in the city centre . As i went along the train side towards the escalator up to ground level i noticed two girls in front of me. They had gotten off from the same train. But the thing that caught my attention was a very visible wet patch on the butt of one of the girls. She was wearing very dark blue jeans and a long beige jacket. Her jacket covered her entire butt. And on her jacket there was a very distinct wet stain. It formed the shape of a half circle, and covered her entire butt. I suspected immedeately that she had peed herself, sitting with her jacket partially underneath herself. I got slightly closer. I was not able to see any wetness on her jeans, though. Maybe that was because her jeans were very dark, and any wet stains would be hard to see. I hadn't not seen any of those girls on the train, so they must have been in a different carriage. They continued up the escalator. I was a couple of meters behind them now. The girl with the wet stain but her hand on the wet spot, and rubbed it around. She whispered something to her friend. Her friend looked at the wet stain and said: "Neida, det synes ikke" / "No, it's not visible". Which was obviously a lie. It was visible as hell. As they reached the station hall i heard her friend ask: "Skal du på do før vi drar videre?" / "Do you want to go to the toilet before we proceed?" I didn't hear her answer. But they started walking towards the subway station, in the same building. And in the opposite direction of the toilets. So obviously, she didn't want to go. I went towards the subway station too, to catch a ride the last leap home. I was a few meters behind those two girls all the time. But still i was not able to see any wetness on her jeans. Maybe the stain was limited to her butt area? Or maybe it was because her jeans was so very dark blue that it the wetness wouldn't be very visible at all, in not so bright light? Once more she rubbed the wet area on the bottom of her jacket and asked her friend: "Er du sikker på at det ikke synes?" / "Are you sure it is not visible?" Once again, her friend lied to comfort her and said no. At the platform on the subway station she stood with her butt against the wall all the time. Hiding the wet stain. It didn't take long before she started crossing her legs tight. She looked unconfortable, rubbing the wet stain on the backside of her jacket every now and then. And most of the time she held her hands together in-front of her crotch. When the next train arrived i got on. And that was the last i saw of her. In my area there are a mix of quite old and new trains used in the local traffic. The old type have the toilets closed off in urban and suburban areas, as they are equipped with old-style train toilets who flush directly on the ground. Which is unacceptable nowadays. This has led to a few desperations, and also some wet sighting like this through the years i've riding the local trains to work. But the old trains, with the toilets sealed off are now being phased out in favor of newer ones. Some of them are also upgraded, but they are now equipped with vacuum toilets. So i don't expect much more sightings on the local train in the future, though.
  12. Hello! It is I, KozmoFox. Sorry this one has been so long coming! End of semester, exams and all that, and now Christmas coming up, I've been really busy! But the other day, I took a morning to get this done, and it was really a quite invigorating experience. The winner of this Kozmo-Lotto was @derpleperp, and his request was: Do you ever have the house to yourself? If so, here we go: go somewhere a short walk or drive from your house and get extremely desperate. But, I want you to hide it. Pretend your in a lecture or around friends. Bring a laptop or a book as a nifty distraction and hold on in epic stealth mode. Then, when you're in real danger, go home and hold in the craziest, most maniacal way. Dance like the world is ending. Brace your crotch on a railing. Let loose figuratively before you lose it literally! I took all of this to heart, very much so! I set my alarm so I'd wake up in the morning. It was a weekday, but classes are now over so I was free! Also due to this, everyone else in the house was at work or otherwise occupied, and starting in the morning insured I would be well done by the evening when everyone else showed up. I got up, had my morning pee (I like my urine to be diluted) before sitting down with breakfast and 2 cups of tea. Starting measures! Cinnamon roll to eat, if you were wondering. After breakfast, I looked at my wardrobe. I wanted to be stylish, but it was also pretty cold. I decided on a form-fitting. black long sleeved shirt, and an unbuttoned over-shirt, my favorite black and white one, big stripes! I also decided on some tight light blue jeans, and my black belt. From the belt buckle collection, I tossed on my mocking-jay. I'm not even a fan of the hunger games, I just like the logo. For those of you who are into that sort of thing, black and purple bra and panties, one of my favorite color combos you've likely read of before! And even deeper so, for members such as @Downjacket (SEE! I REMEMBER WHAT PEOPLE TELL ME!) who are into this particular sort of thing, my winter jacket I wore outside is black and has a bit of a shine to it. Fuzzy hood! Black gloves, lavender finger tips! And some sneakers because my driveway is shoveled and I didn't want boots. Obligatory description phase! If you've read my stories before, you know the jist! I'm tiny, I think getting tinier as the days go on. Somewhere in the 5'7ish range if I want to be accurate, but I'm hoping closer to 5'9...I know this fluctuates a lot, because its pure guesstimate. Next time I have a checkup at the doctors I'll get measured! I'm extremely skinny, definitely somewhere in the 100-110 range, I'm actually scared to check at this point, worrying that I might be dipping into unhealthy levels of skinny. So its one of those things where if I don't check, I can stay in the land of "Psssh I'm totally healthy, shhh." My hair isn't black like the deepest void anymore, its at a solid auburn red. Almost Crimson-y, if you will. I quite like it! It's been cut so its not as long as it once was, but its still not short. A little past my shoulders! I'm as pale as the snow outside some days, especially in those sorts of light. Not sure if its ever occurred to me to mention, but I do have a nose piercing and I tend to wear earrings. All studs, on this day. After I got dressed and everything, I drank a glass of water and waited for a mild feeling of my bladder filling to occur. Once I felt it, I took it as a signal to get out and about! I drove over to this cafe/bar thing in town, and grabbed a table near the window. It wasn't a booth or anything, so I was visible to anybody who looked my way. I opened my laptop, started browsing and chatting with friends via the WiFi, and ordered a coffee from the admittedly cute waiter who came to see me. In addition to the coffee I was brought, I began sipping at a bottle of water. This went on uneventfully, one coffee becoming two, and then a tea, and so on. The waiter seemed to be concerned with the amount of pure liquid I was consuming, so I ordered a piece of cake as well, with a cherry on top. (A/N: I'm a sucker for those sweet cherries you get with sweets) Eventually, the feeling started building up quite high. I couldn't deny that I really had to pee, but I was curious to see how far I could push it before I caved and started driving home where I could finish the hold in relative peace. There was also the fact that the request dictated I try to hide it as much as humanly possible. I had my legs crossed, trying to make it look as casual as possible, but being in a position where I couldn't so much as hold myself was REALLY fucking with me. I could feel my bladder pulsating out, meeting the resistance of my belt and tight pants. This as a result, was forcing the pressure downward, where it quite literally was pushing to escape me. And as much as I wanted to moan and lurch forward every time I felt it, I couldn't, because I was hiding it. I really think I looked very normal, but on the inside I was in utter agony. Every now and then a wave would make me twitch and curse under my breath, but my curiosity kept me going despite it. Because despite how goddamn bad I had to pee after all these drinks, I had yet to so much as dribble. I could likely make the 15 minute drive back fine at this point. Maybe. I think deep down, maybe I didn't WANT to make it back fine. So instead of leaving when I normally would....I ordered a green tea. I drank that green tea, and continued to browse. I don't even remember what I was browsing, nor do I think I was even paying attention to my screen. All of my attention was on my screaming bladder, and not making and obvious moves about it. I think I went for another ten minutes like that and had actually begun sweating from the pure effort I was making to not piss myself right there at the table before it started. You know that feeling when you know its coming? Like, you can feel your pelvic floor slipping? The muscles starting to shake and waver and slowly give out? Like you're at the door holding a ton of heavy boxes and your arms are going weak from the strain, so you're yelling for someone to open it before you drop everything you're carrying? My bladder was giving that signal, the "I don't care how valiant you think you're being, this is happening." signal. I felt a sickening dread in my stomach and begged and prayed I'd be able to hold back the incoming wave. I froze completely in my seat trying to focus, staring blankly at my screen. I could feel it starting to dribble out. Like I had control, but not all of it. Just enough was gone for some to start escaping. And I could feel it, almost like a slow tease, dripping into my underwear. It took all of my willpower to resist that feeling and fight through it. That all went right down the drain however when the waiter came by and broke me out of my focus. He had asked a question, I don't know what. I just know I went from being in the zone, to looking him right in the eyes, completely at a loss for words. The loss of focus fucked me over; I felt a gush of urine spurt into my pants, my underwear becoming soaked. It was not a small spurt. It was more like a very split second loss of control, while I was looking this stranger in the eye. I stammered, asking him for the bill. The second he walked away I started slowly and methodically packing my things, my bladder not liking the fact it had gotten relief only for it to be taken away. I couldn't control my legs anymore: As low-key as I was trying to be, I could not stop the trembling. There is very few times I have experienced this level of pure, extreme desperation and had such a handle on it. On another day I would have lost control right there, I must have just been particularly strong that day. And again, as per the request, I was not allowed to act out of the ordinary. I did not check for damage, I did not use my hand to feel for wetness. If there was any sort of stain, even I have no idea. I just know that the clothes touching my crotch area and slightly underneath felt wet. However much had escaped, it had trailed down. He brought me the bill, and I paid. Having to focus on something else made me dribble more. What had become a bit cold suddenly had another tinge of warmth to it. I tried not to grit my teeth and bite my tongue while using every single ounce of my being to not explode in a big wet mess on the spot. When he walked away, I promptly stood up, put on my jacket, and walked out to my car, every step feeling like it was going to trigger the tsunami. I do not know the damage at that time, nor do I know if people were looking at me; I was acting normal, so I paid them no mind at all. I got in the car and I rode home. The drive was agony. The belt was constricting, and every bump, every stop, forced some sort of dribble. Whatever had escaped me in the cafe, more escaped me in the car. Despite everything, I did my best to act completely aloof to it in the car, as the request stated I do not change that persona until I enter my home, as I understood it. I leaked multiple times, and I was very wet by the time I got home. My facade cracked once, as a car in front of me very suddenly slowed to a crawl and I had to brake. I instantly rested my head against the wheel and muttered "Shit" as I felt a steady stream burst forth into my pants for a moment. I could feel the warmth crawling underneath my legs and ass. That was the worst leak of the drive. But I kept going like nothing was wrong! When I got home, I calmly stepped out of the car and gathered my things. The waves of desperation were overwhelming, I couldn't even think. It was like the pain in my bladder had extended to just about every part of my lower body. My legs were tingling and my abdomen was roaring and my pee-opening was just...I can't describe it. Stalingrad trying to hold back the German advance level of inner violence was happening there. I didn't think I would survive another step without becoming drenched, let alone make it inside, especially after the pang I saw looking at my seat: Two wet spots, about a loonie's size each (Canadian dollar coin for those unfamiliar, like x1.3 the size of a quarter maybe?) I slowly, and deliberately, made my way to my door. I unlocked it, and stepped inside. Something in reaching my goal of home clicked some sort of mental switch, some sort of "relief is here" mechanism, and my bladder control went to all hell. I dropped to my knees, also dropping my things, yell-moaning something along the lines of "Ohhh fuck!" as I shoved both my hands between my legs as I felt a cascade of urine flood down my thighs. I could literally look down and see it pouring down, tendrils of wetness rushing down my thighs and soaking my hands, towards my knees. The muscles were fluctuating in and out wildly, so I was essentially rapid-fire leaking...heavy spurt after heavy spurt, like a machine gun. Burst. Burst. Burst. I swung my knees inward and clutched for dear life, trembling and shaking, and for once I actually managed to get things under control. Not without extremely heavy damage, however. My inner legs were extremely wet, and I had left quite a few drops on the floor where I had collapsed. I stood up and shed my jacket, still clutching my soaking crotch, more desperate than ever. I grabbed onto a chair and I held, and I held. I bounced, I jiggled, I danced. Legs crossed one way, and then I'd reverse and cross them the other way. Bending, crouching, bouncing, everything to try and keep the flood back, especially frantically when I'd feel more escape, my fingers I'd have buried into my crotch feeling a burst of warmth. I hobbled into the hallway and got a glance of myself in the mirror. It was a really weird and surreal sight: I don't actually SEE myself when I'm doing this. Something about it triggered another heavy leak, and I got to look into my own eyes as I instinctively buried one hand deeper between my legs, as my other hand dug into my thigh, the nails digging painfully, pushing my ass out as I bent over. I bit my lip and let out a weird moaning noise sounding like 'NNNNnnnn' as it seeped out of me; due to the side angle I was able to see the darkness spread from my already wet rear, which got a glistening refreshment, over material that was previously dry, and spread further downwards. A small stream momentarily broke off, at the back of my knee, and pattered onto the floor. Again, I bring to attention how surreal this was to actually watch this happen to me. It was kind of hot, to be perfectly honest! It was then, when I was starting to completely lose control, that I saw my stairs and remembered a thing from the request. I hopped up onto the landing, and pressed my crotch into the railing, wrapping my arms around it and bouncing. It was surprisingly effective, writhing against that railing. In my pure desperation I almost began to chew on it, pressing my face against it and just squeaking and groaning, "nnnn"s all around. I continued to wiggle and squirm and bounce, moaning almost like a child into the railing, and it seemed like I had a good handle on things, despite obviously being very wet and well beyond the point of no return, and far too desperate to ever hope of getting up the stairs to my bathroom. That thought actually crossed my mind, which caused me to lurch and groan. This was very bad, as it pushed my bladder into the railing. I let out a small shriek, and promptly EXPLODED. I cannot stress that enough, I lost complete control, no matter how much pressure was being applied to my crotch by the railing. If anything, it was like when you press your finger against the nozzle on the sink: it caused the flow to divert all down the front of my pants, which were completely drenched in seconds. The hissing sound as my pee quite literally sprayed out of me was intense, I actually did bite the railing while moaning this time, almost rolling my hips with the relief as both the hissing and moans seemed to echo through my empty house (I'm very vocal when I finally get my relief or when I'm trying my hardest to hold it back, its fairly embarrassing honestly). I could see streams pouring off my legs, down onto the stairs and off them, and urine coming out of the bottom of my pants and soaking my shoes and socks. It was a complete and utter flood, and almost no part of my pants were left dry, especially since as it was ending I let myself fall back into a sitting position on the landing, where a pseudo-lake of my creation had formed. I was completely empty shortly after, pushing out the last bit by force. I just kind of rested there and enjoyed all the physical sensations and relief for a bit...until all the wetness got cold. I even had to change my shirt afterward because of the way I had sat, I had gotten pee on my back. A shower and a new outfit later, and I was on my couch watching Netflix. (It tends to end that way a lot, doesn't it?) and I stayed there and fell asleep while watching TV, and woke up later in the night to prep for a Christmas party the next day, which is where we will end this particular tale. As always, I hope you've all enjoyed it! My lotto's are one of the ways I give back to the community, and I hope they satisfy where they're meant to. I always encourage you guys to leave your thoughts below, I am always looking to improve! Even shoot me a direct message if you want, I chat with quite a few people on here :) If you're new to the tales of the Kozmo, I'll leave my previous works below; I'm always interested to hear on whether one might feel I'm improving or losing touch with what made my earlier stories so liked! Peed my Pants at the Movie Theater! (KozmoLotto 2 Winner Request) Peed Myself in the Middle of Town! (Kozmo-Lotto Winner Request!) Wet myself looking for a bathroom at a club! Wet myself while gaming (And nearly got caught!) Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing) (Let me brag for a split second, this one here ^ was actually adapted into an HD Wetting video! One of my biggest accomplishments!) Two Wettings the Night Before Christmas. Wet myself outside of the bathroom Peed my Pants in a Haunted Maze! Pissed myself while drunk at a friend's apartment! Wet myself at the University This one is more of a...Kozmo-Lite, if you will. Not really a story: I just wet myself in my sleep! I hope you all enjoy. I love you all and this site, very very much! Have a great day, everyone!~ <3
  13. Female

    *I am going to bring back Gone Away soon, but I just started this, I hope you guys enjoy. [WARNING] There will be some pain and punishment involved, only a little bit, but if you do not wish to read that, be careful as this is scattered around the story.Enjoy. The Bladder Trade Prologue: Welcome to hell. Pee spurted out of Morgan, she could barely hold it any longer. “Morgan I swear, I’m putting you on toilet ban if you can’t hold it for fifteen more minutes!” “Please Master, I can’t hold it, please! PLEASE LET ME GO TO THE BATHROOM!” Morgan pleaded. “No can do, you are only at 1.5 liters, you need to be able to hold 1.6” Pee trickled out, Morgan shook. All of a sudden, it happened. Morgan lost control. Pee shot out of her like a water geyser. She was done for. Done for. “Morgan, I’m sorry to have to do this, but I’m putting you on toilet ban”. Morgan lost hope. She just need to get to 1.6, and she lost it. “Morgan, welcome to hell”, Master said laughing. Chapter 1: Sold. Morgan was sold in to the bladder trade at age 18, just like most of her type. The bladder trade was exactly fun. It was more like torture, torture that failed to cease. Hell. Morgan stood on her door step with her small suitcase. It contained the few items that would belong to Morgan during her time as a bladder slave. Morgan cursed at her mother, as two men were walking up to her door step. “Mom, you can’t f*cking do this, YOU CAN’T!” “Morgan honey, you have been a disappointment to our family, what we expected from you was perfect grades, to get in to an Ivy League school, to have respect, discipline. Instead, what you gave us was garbage. Complete and utter garbage. I always loved you Morgan, it’s too bad this has to happen to you, goodbye Morgan, goodbye”. “NO, YOU CAN’T DO THIS, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, WHY!” The men grabbed Morgan’s arms, Morgan tried to resist, sending a kick to one of the men’s groin. The man collapsed over in pain. The other one shocked Morgan with a small taser. Morgan cried out. “LET ME GO, NOW, F*CK YOU MOM, F*CK YOU, I HATE YOU!” The men loaded Morgan in to a suv. Her mom just stared, not quite sure if this was the right thing to do. But why doubt her decision. It used to be to send a bad kid to boarding school, and now putting them in the bladder trade program was the new way to go. Not that Morgan was that much of a bad kid, she just fell in with a bad crowd and got bad grades. Poor girl. *Sorry these are so short, but I will be posting the next chapter tomorrow.
  14. Hi all, here is a little story based on a massive fantasy of mine. Attached is a picture of the girl in the story (completely fictional). I hope this is allowed (the picture I mean). Hellen Schweiss was 23 years old and from Bavaria, Germany. She was an attractive young lady, with medium length golden brown hair and a what her friends called, pretty face, with her little nose and alluring blue eyes. She was slim, just below average height and had quite small breasts but a large, rounded bottom. She had just finished university in Munich and had been persuaded by her friend Annika to travel with her to a language school in England on the south east coast for a month. They were to practise their English but also have a little bit of a holiday too. The plan was for them to have classes in the mornings with other students but in the afternoons and evenings to do some activities arranged for them by the school. This included visiting London which had sold the idea to Hellen. She had been once before in her teens and had always wanted to go back. It was at the end of their first week that the girls were to visit London. They had to be up early to get their coach to the city. Hellen had her morning pee and showered and got dressed. She put on a white cotton thong with matching bra, tight fitting blue denims and a casual white shirt. Leaving, she slipped on her black ballet flats and headed for the coach. When they got to London, they had a short tour with a guide from the school around the main sights. Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace; that sort of thing. Towards the end of the tour, Hellen started to notice a slight need to relieve herself. She'd finished her bottle of water and needed to pee. It wasn't massively urgent but she could have definitely done with a toilet. Eventually the tour was over and Hellen went to do some shopping with Annika. She'd now started to need to poo as well and so asked Annika if they could go to a traditional pub for some lunch and a drink. She knew there'd be toilets in the pub. Annika agreed and they found a nice, quintesential English pub around the corner from where they were to meet to go back to the coach for the journey home. Annika offered to buy the first drink and suggested they both have pints of beer as they were in England and so should do something traditional. Hellen agreed before dissapearing to find herself a toilet. There was no queue and Hellen went in to the nearest cubicle. She lowered her tight blue denims and white cotton thong and hovered her round bottom over the bowl to relieve her bladder. When she was finished, she reached behind her to spread apart her soft bum cheeks and squeezed out two large turds from her tight anus. They splashed into the bowl below and Hellen hoped nobody had heard. She was quite shy when it came to pooping. She took some paper and wiped her vagina and gently rubbed in the crack of her bum and over her tight little pucker and dropped the paper down into the bowl before pulling up her thong and denims, flushing the toilet and going to wash her hands. She then went to rejoin Annika. Annika had dutifully bought her friend a pint of beer and they sat together chatting and thinking about what to have from the bar menu for lunch. After about 45 minutes they'd both finished their pints and were ready to eat. Hellen said she would treat Annika to this and went to the bar to place their order and get them two more pints of beer. After all, they were German and Germans like beer! Theye were about halfway through these when their food arrived. They finished their pints with the food and Hellen was then bought a third pint by Annika as a thank you for lunch. Annika excused herself to the toilet and Hellen followed upon her return. The beer had started reaching the girls bladders. They finished their third pint and decided that that was enough beer before the journey home. Annika went to do some last minute shopping and Hellen went to a bookshop she'd seen on the tour. They agreed to meet back at the coach at four thirty. When Hellen got to the coach, she was running late and noticed Annika just coming out of the public toilets just down the road from the coach. Hellen considered going too but their guide was telling them that they were ready to leave. She boarded the coach and took her seat. An hour into the journey and not visiting the toilet before getting on the coach was proving to be a big mistake. Hellen knew there was no toilet on the coach and they didn't stop on the two hour journey to London so they probably wouldn't stop on the way back either. Up to this point, Hellen had been chatting with Annika and their guide, but now she'd gone quiet; focussed on her need to pee. To make matters worse for poor Hellen, beer was still reaching her bladder. She'd had all of the third pint Annika had bought for her after having relieved her bladder after the first two pints and some of the beer from the second pint had probably made it's way to her bladder now too, not having got to her bladder by the time she went to the toilet earlier. The traffic wasn't great either. At this rate, it would be more like three hours before they were back. Hellen got a little worried. She really needed to pee already. In two hours her need would be almost uncontainable. She consoled herself with the vain hope that they might actually stop somewhere on the way back. She edged ever so slightly forward in her seat, her seatbelt now unbuckled, she cared about nothing now other than getting to a toilet. Her bladder was truly bursting. It was taking all her concentration to hold on and to make things worse still, yet more beer had reached her already overstretched and bursting bladder. Her abdomen had distended to accommodate her swollen bladder and was rock solid from the pressure inside of her. She had never been in such a state before. She was absolutely dying on that coach. So embarrassed by her predicament yet unable to say anything. She clenched her muscles as tightly as she could, her tight pucker between her soft cheeks now permanently locked shut. To add to her woe, the beer, the horrible, horrible, gassy beer, had made her need to fart too. So on top of her ceaselessly pulsing, throbbing and aching bladder, begging for relief from the torment with which it was having to deal, she was now holding a build up of gas in her bowels and rectum. Her belly would rumble occasionally as she resisted another urge to relax her clenched sphincter and tight anus to ease out what would have been an enormously relieving fart. But she knew better, her anxious expression betraying the torment and pure, horrid desperation she was battling. If only she didn't have to fart to, she may have just about been able to contain the enormous pressure in her bladder but her bloated belly and swollen bladder in combination proved nothing less than torturous. Her toes curled up in her ballet flats as she shifted position for the umpteenth time, desperate to find something to help her wait. She wished she could hold herself between her legs and clasp shut her urethra but the embarrassment was already so great that she couldn't bare the thought of anyone seeing her holding herself like a little girl. The effort was making her hot and clammy. Her intimate parts were moist, including the cleft between her soft white cheeks, her anus still tightly closed against the horrible, ghastly build up of gas in her bowels. She could feel herself waning in her epic struggle. If they didn't arrive soon she would burst. She had been concerned for a little while already that she may do herself some damage, such was the pressure in her bladder. She was so utterly desperate, so completely bursting for relief and wishing for nothing more than to be able to just sit on a toilet and relax her bladder and all of the muscles working overtime to help her wait, to contain the pulsing urge burning inside of her. If there was but one good thing at this point, it was that the traffic had cleared and they had been travelling at a good speed on the motorway for some time now and they were nearing the turn off for the town where the school was. Hellen looked out of the window and recognised where they were. It would be no more than ten minutes until her stop. She prayed she could last that long. Here toes were now dancing in her flats, constantly moving around, her left leg ever so slightly bobbing up and down. All natural reactions to her predicament. The feeling inside of her was like nothing imaginable and the embarrassment was indescribable. She was mortified to be in this situation. She would have cried if it wouldn't have attracted attention. As is she let out a little whimper as she changed position again, putting her weight this time onto her right buttock and crossing her left leg over her right. The effort of doing this caused a couple of droplets of urine to squeeze themselves out of her urethra and ever so slightly dampen the front of her thong. She was doing everything she could to disguise and hide her incredible desperation, for she could think of few things worse than anyone else knowing of her agonising situation. Her abdomen was now incredibly distended, pressing hard against her jeans and belt. Oh how poor Hellen wished she could unbuckle her belt and unbutton her jeans for that would have at least provided some respite from her agony, but it was too obvious a move; she would've been found out immediately and she couldn't deal with other people knowing how desperate she was, that was just an embarrassment too far. But her efforts to hold on had become increasingly more difficult to disguise. She was fortunate at least that she had no one sitting next to her. And it did seem that no one had noticed her efforts to contain her bladder. She was sat by the window and was thus hidden from view from most of the other passengers. She looked out of the window and grimmaced as she gently altered her position ever so slightly and took the opportunity to rock slightly back and forth in her seat a few times in an effort to help her wait. The coach was nearing its first stop and over the microphone came the horrible announcement that Hellen's stop would only be the second. She would have to wait as students got off before her and were free to head to their host family's and awaiting toilets to relieve their bladders if they so required, but Hellen knew that absolutley none of them could be even close to her level of need. The coach slowed and eventually stopped at the first stop. The rocking of the coach as it stopped caused Hellen to whimper as she hunched forward, a wave of increased desperation having come over her. She prayed that the other people getting off at the first stop would be quick, but to her horror, a guy stopped to talk to someone at the front of the coach. Bastard!! Bastard!!! BASTARD!!!!!! The added wait and resulting increased agony caused Hellen to let out another dribble into her thong. She clenched everything to stop the dribble becoming a spurt and then the spurt a full on gush and then the gush into a complete wetting. And that wasn't even considering her terrible need to fart too that had now come back to make itself known. She knew that if she were to lose complete control, she'd not only wet herself but also let out probably several farts, alerting everyone to the fact that a 23 year old girl was not just wetting herself but also farting uncontrollably as well. That simply wasn't going to happen. Then, when Hellen had got her terrible, agonising need under control again, a girl from the back of the coach shouted at the guy to hurry up and get off the coach. Hellen obviously wasn't the only one on that coach who needed the toilet. But she knew also that absolutely no one could even be half as desperate as she was, trying as she was to hold her poor overfull, stretched and bursting, throbbing and now constantly pulsing, begging and pleading bladder full of all that damn gassy beer. But the coach was at least now moving again. Hellen changed position and shifted her weight back onto both her cheeks. The change of position wasn't easy and another few droplets of hot urine escaped into her croth to further dampen the front of her thong. And to make her discomfort worse, her thong had now effectively wedgied her more so than normal. It had ridden up between her buttocks and as Hellen changed position and rocked slightly in her seat to try to help her wait, she could feel the fabric rub against the sides of both her cheeks and tight, firmly clenched shut anus. Her sphincter really had been working overtime to help her wait. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this, but she had come this far, she thought, she wasn't going to give in now. Otherwise all the agony and torturous holding would've been for nothing. The coach rounded a corner and Hellen's stop was in sight. She started hurriedly readying her things. Every movement was hellish. Her bladder was so full that her abdomen was rock solid, her kidneys were now constantly aching and her belly was bulging out. She would have to undo her belt and unfasten the button on her jeans when she got off the coach. Her jeans normally had a little extra room around her waste but now they were tight up against her abdomen, pushing against her poor bladder and making the pressure more intense. As the coach slowed to a halt at Hellen's stop, several other people got up infront of her who also wanted to get off at this stop. Hellen went to rise carefully from her seat but was halted in a moment of sheer terror when, as she rose from her seat, where she had been sitting for so long in silent agony, a fart escaped her rectum. As it did so, Hellen shuddered with the effort of trying to supress it and a look of horror was momentarily cast across her face. She prayed nobody heard it, for it escaped out of her anus with a tight squeeky sound that was definitely audible. If Hellen could hear it then others could too. But the noise of chatter on the coach drowned it out sufficiently that Hellen didn't think anyone else had heard her moment of unladylikeness. Hellen was quite shy about her bodily functions. It was why she'd suffered in agonising silence for so long. She didn't want anyone to know of her predicament and awful awful desperation. She didn't talk about peeing or farting and pooping. It embarrassed her. She knew it was a little silly, but that was just how she was. Hellen, having regained her composure after a little moment of panic following her small fart, was now faced with having to wait for others infront of her to get their bags and coats from the overhead compartments. She grimmaced slightly as she waited in the aisle, praying that they wouldn't take too long. She bent down slightly out of sheer desperation and let out a little whimper and gasp of despair before she was finally able to start moving down the aisle towards the door and finally freedom from the confines of this horrible coach, the scene of her torture and pain for the last couple of hours. Stepping off the coach was a challenge in itself. She was so full now that every step was hell and as she came down off the coach from the last step a little to hard she had to struggle to hold it all in as she hurriedly jostled past the others who had got off before her. She started mincing towards where she was staying before Annika, her friend, called after her. She pretended not to hear. But Annika called again. This time Hellen couldn't ignore her. "What are you doing later"? enquired Annika. Hellen turned and replied in a strained tone. "I'll text you". She then turned back and started towards her apartment where she was staying. She knew that Annika now probably thought that something was wrong but she was a good friend and said nothing off it, no doubt aware that her friend was in desperate need of a toilet. Hellen could live with Annika being aware she needed to pee but she hoped she didn't know of the urgent desire she was battling to relieve herself of a lot of pent up gas and wind in her bowels. Annika wasn't sitting far from Hellen on the coach so it was possible that she heard her fart but was just too polite to say anything. But all of this didn't occupy Hellen's thoughts for long. She rounded a corner and was now out of sight of the others from the coach and couldn't see anyone else in the street so took the opportunity to unfasten her belt and undo the top button on her tight jeans. This provided a tiny amount of relief. Hellen continued up the road towards where she was staying. The school had given her a small apartment not far from the school itself. This was normally a good thing; very convenient, but now the problem Hellen faced was that her apartment was on the second floor so she would have to climb two flights of stairs with her bladder as close to exploding as it could possibly get. As she walked further up the road, she cupped her abdomen in her left hand and could now feel how distended it was; how full and bloated she had become. It was like a bowling ball in her belly. She looked pregnant. This was awful. Her kidneys now didn't just ache, they hurt and she was now really worried she may do herself some damage if she couldn't get relief soon. She approached her apartment and hastily dug her keys out of her pocket and went to the front door. The building was an old Victorian town house that had been converted into apartments sometime in the 70's. She quickly put the key in the lock, doing the pee pee dance as she turned it to open the door and hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. She made her way tentatively up the stairs as a spurt of hot pee escaped her. She bent over double, about half way up the stairs now and jammed a hand between her legs as she regained control. There was now a visible wet patch between her legs. She'd technically wet herself. This was awful. Just awful! She got to the door of her apartment, now flushed and red in the face with the effort and embarrassment. She opened the door as quickly as she could, threw her bag down on the floor and groaned with discomfort and pain as she went, bent double now, towards the toilet. She didn't even bother closing the door to the bathroom behind her. No time for that. She flung the toilet seat up and hastily tugged her tight jeans down and then her thong. It was a relief to finally have that thing out from between her cheeks but Hellen's real relief was yet to come. She flung herself down onto the bowl, breathing heavily with the exertion of having held on so long, of having battled against nature and her bursting, aching and swollen bladder and tried to relax. This was easier said than done such was her desperation. Her body had got used to holding it all in. But after a couple of seconds a trickle of pee came out of her urethra, followed by a very tight squeeky fart and she sighed quietly as the trickle turned into a gush and then a torrent of pee started pouring forcefully into the bowl beneath her. Oh at last, the blissful sweet relief at last she thought to herself. And then several more farts released themselves from the confines of her rectum and escaped out of her anus. They came out in short bursts of wind and were heavenly to release. The pee flowed and flowed and flowed out of her and only became a trickle once more after well over a minute and then the trickle itself lasted for nearly a minute too. She then squeezed out several more quite forceful jets from within her and a final thunderous fart before taking some toilet paper to wipe herself after she was finally done. She cleaned her vagina and also her anus, wiping gently between her buttocks, for after the strain of holding for so long, her intimate parts had become moist and clammy. Finally done, she flushed the toilet and removed her jeans and thong and tossed them into the wash. She also took off her top and bra before walking naked to the bedroom to collect her towel to have a nice long shower and try to put all this horrible ordeal behind her.
  15. A lot of my good sightings revolve around a drive that we make frequently. In short, her ex lives about 30 minutes away and he managed to have it so that we always drop off and pick up the kids. We drive there twice a weekend, 2-3 weekends out of the month, for the past 3+ years. The thing of particular interest is that on the route we take there’s nowhere for her to pee. When I say there’s nowhere for her to pee, that doesn’t mean there truly isn’t anything; there just isn't anywhere that she will go. I’ll get more into this drive on a later post, but all you need to know for now is that she won’t pee anywhere on the entire route we drive. The kids were with their dad for Thanksgiving, and we were picking them up on Sunday. For those of you not in the US, that is one of the most traveled days of the entire year. You are guaranteed to run into traffic, and the later in the day it is, the worse the traffic. Because of this, we wanted to get on the road early. We’d been doing some shopping that morning and Jenna had gotten a coffee (the largest one at Starbucks). Once we got home we cleaned up the house, then drank some water because we had sweated some. We realized that it was close to time to leave, so we both peed then Jenna downed the rest of her coffee, which was still almost half full. We got distracted with a few things, and it ended up being another 30 minutes before we finally left. I grabbed a soda for each of us on the way out, plus filled up my water bottle. Jenna swigged some more water, then opened her soda. Luckily, it looked like traffic wasn’t too bad yet. There weren’t any stops, but we were still going slower that normal. About 20 minutes into the drive, I asked what she thought about going to downtown on the way back for some pokemon with the kids. She immediately said “Yes, because I really need to pee!” I didn’t say anything as I tried to make sure I heard her right. Had she just said that she really needed to pee? It hadn’t even been an hour since she peed, and it could easily be an hour and a half before we got home. I’m not sure what stopping in downtown had to do with her peeing as it wasn’t any closer than home, but I guess she just wasn’t thinking straight. I hadn’t even been thinking about her needing to pee yet so I wasn’t paying attention, but I now noticed that she she was sitting to the side with her knees tucked upwards to put extra pressure on her peehole. About 5 minutes later, she started digging around in the car. I asked her what she was doing; She said she was looking for anything she could wipe with if she was to pee outside. She didn’t find anything, though, and grunted in dissatisfaction before crossing her legs and leaning back in the seat. She was silent for the next 5 minutes before she winced and grabbed her side saying “Oh man it’s starting to hurt my back now....” I felt bad for her, so I reached over to put my hand on her leg and told her I was sorry. I could feel her muscles clenching periodically as she said “Its OK, its not your fault.” As we got closer to his house, she groaned again and said “What the fuck!? Did I forget to pee?” She paused, then remembered “Oh yeah, I downed my coffee. Damn, that was stupid! I sure wish I could go pee in his house.” This really caught my attention as she has NEVER brought that up before. I was trying to think of something to say when she brought up that his bathroom was probably worse than the nasty convenience stores she refused to stop in. Holy Shit! Not only was she to the point of pain, but she was openly wondering about using her ex’s bathroom and we weren’t even to the halfway point yet! I felt bad for her, but it was her choice not to use the bathrooms or pee outside, so I couldn’t help but enjoy it some. We finally arrived at his house, and thankfully there wasn’t a train blocking the path. I was focusing on hurrying up so I didn’t slow down at the train crossing as much as normal, causing her to wince in pain and hold her bladder when we crossed the tracks before his house. When we pulled up to his house and saw that everyone was still inside, she sighed in exasperation at the seconds this would add to the time it took to get back home. She went up to the door and threw her hands up in the air, clearly frustrated that they weren’t out yet. She knocked on the door and did a mild curtsey while waiting for him to get to the door. I could see her hands balled into fists, but she returned to normal while once they came out. She ended up talking to their dad for almost 5 minutes, successfully hiding her desperation the whole time. When she got in the car, though, she immediately clamped her thighs together and said “Good god, I have to pee!” It had been 30 minutes since she first said she was desperate, and it only seemed to be escalating. She immediately started asking the kids about their weekend with their Dad. I went slower over the tracks on the way out, but she stopped talked and winced at even the minor jolts. As we were waiting to turn back onto the highway, I told her that I would hurry as much as I could. I normally don’t bother passing anyone on this road because it’s so busy, but at this point it seemed like every minute counted. When I passed a string of 3 cars a minute later she practically shouted “Oh thank god!” but I rapidly got stuck behind an even longer string of cars and there was no way I could get around them. As if to add insult to injury, we had to stop at the only light on the highway just as it turned red, causing her to groan again and squeeze her legs together. While we were stopped, we looked over to see a massive line of cars coming from the side road. She checked and there was massive traffic on the interstate that ran parallel to this road, so a lot of people were taking this route as a bypass. Because there were so many cars, it meant there was no chance of passing. The traffic ended up going much slower than normal as well, practically crawling out of town. Even once we got into the open section, we were still going 20 MPH below the speed limit at most. She knew she had no way of peeing anytime soon and had resigned to holding no matter what an hour ago, so mentally she wasn’t as frantic as I would have expected. She was still having to deal with the intense sensations emanating from her abdomen, though, so she started looking things up on her phone to distract her. It seemed to work, at least partly, but she was still frantically drumming her fingers. Close to 45 minutes after leaving his house, when it should have taken 15, we finally made it to the turnoff from the highway. It is for another highway and the interchange has a 270 degree loop to get to the other road. Still trying to hurry, I took it relatively fast and it did a number on poor Jenna. Both hands shot to her bladder, lightly cradling it, as she gritted her teeth in pain. Once we straightened out, she rubbed her distended abdomen and panted from the effort for about 15 seconds before regaining her composure. Her face lit up as she announced “finally, we’re getting close!” even though it was almost 15 minutes away. I guess considering how long she had been waiting, that was pretty good. A few minutes later we came up to a light, which again turned red just before we got there. Jenna sat with her legs crossed tightly, drumming a frantic beat on the arm rest with her fingers. Suddenly, she beat both her hands on her thighs 6 or 8 times. I looked at her weirdly, so she told me “I have no idea why I did that!” trying to pass it off as being random. After the light turned green again and we got up to speed she admitted “That's a lie. I'm absolutely bursting to pee!” She again winced and held her bladder as we turned onto the next highway. We continued on, turning a few more times with Jenna wincing each time from the added pressure. Once we finally exited the highway for the last time, I said “We’re getting close! Only 5 or 6 more minutes!” She moaned then said “Oh God I think my bladder is going to explode! Hurry!” and rubbed her bladder again. She kept moaning in pain every 30 seconds, one hand placed lightly over her bladder. She almost never holds herself, but I thought she might actually do it this time. She must have really not wanted to do that in front of the kids, though, as her other hand had a white-knuckle grip on the arm rest. A few minutes further down the road, Jenna started even more desperate with anticipation. Just as I thought we had made it, the last light turned red! Thankfully I notice the Police officer nearby and slammed on my brakes. Jenna yelped as the seatbelt dug into her bladder. We’d only been stopped for about 2 seconds when she blurted out “OMG when is this going to turn! I am literally dying here!” as she lightly rubbed her tortured bladder. The light turned about 10 seconds later, but the kids started begging to check the park for pokemon. We had seen a Pikachu there earlier, and they really wanted to find another one. I was about to tell them no, that we had to get back home, before Jenna popped up and said it was fine. I asked her if she was sure, and she said she yes but I had to hurry. It was only about 30 seconds out of the way, so I went ahead and pulled off. I stopped to check if any where around, and saw several on the radar but they were all where we would have to walk. When I told them this, Jenna quickly snapped “Nope! I can't do that. If I try to walk I'm definitely going to pee myself. Hurry.” We were on the final stretch, and I tried to lighten the mood by joking about the porta-a-potty on the side of the road (since she had done so the last time she was super-desperate like this). Normally that would get a laugh, but this time she just moaned again and bent forward. It was getting critical. When we pulled into the driveway, I expected her to sprint to the door, but she sat there. Her eyes were closed, and I saw her body relaxing as she willed herself to hold on a little longer. After a few seconds of this, she got out and told the kids that we had a surprise. I unlocked the door, expecting her to follow, but she was unloading the car! I went back and grabbed everything I could, telling I’d get the rest later. She ran in, excitedly showing the kids the new Christmas tree we had just gotten, as well as the rest of the decorations we had put up. Amazingly, she still seemed to be behaving normally. Now that she was done with the kids, her body had had enough. With nothing left to distract it, her brain knew she was close to relief and it was all she could do to keep from losing control. She crossed her legs tight and bent over, saying “Oh God, I can’t believe I made it” then hurried off. I’m not sure if hurried is the right word, though. She was walking awkwardly, with each step her leg was partially crossing over the other to put some extra pressure on her peehole since she was using both hands to get her clothes off. After a few steps she stopped, bent forward and exclaimed “I can’t even walk!” before resuming her trek to the long-awaited toilet. By the time she was at the bathroom, her belt was off and her pants and panties were already around her knees. She yanked them down completely as she collapsed on the toilet, letting out a loud “Ouch!” as the act of sitting down jolted her bladder one final time. She sighed loudly, but tt took a several seconds before her stream started as her muscles slowly unclenched. Once she started, though, it was an absolute gusher! As soon as she caught her breath, about 10 seconds later, she told me “Wow, that hurt!” and rubber her belly again as the massive contents of her bladder continued spraying into the bowl. She blasted away like this for 15-20 seconds before it turned into a normal, strong, flow. Another 30 seconds later, it had dwindled, but was still a steady stream. She sighed, saying “I feel like Austin Powers!” (I’m sure most people on this site are aware, but at the beginning of Austin Powers, after he is unfrozen, he has a ridiculously long pee). I laughed, expecting it to stop and start as her bladder drained the last of its contents, but it kept going! I had the stopwatch going on my phone, and it ended up lasting for over 60 seconds! As her stream was dying off, I’d had enough and pulled out my raging hard-on. She was still sitting on the toilet to get the rest emptied out, and when she saw it she said “That's not fair! The kids are outside and we can’t have sex right now.” I told her that I was sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I did promise her that I would be more than ready by the time we went to bed, so she rolled her eyes and helped me finish (which only took about 15-20 seconds at that point) before getting up and again saying how much better she felt. There have been a couple times when I think she held more, but this was definitely close to her capacity. I just wish I had a way of measuring how much she held! Maybe one day….
  16. Master and Servant ***Draco/Hermione: Draco notices Hermione's aversion to school bathrooms and decides to play a little game...*** ((Hey guys! I know its been AGES since I posted anything on here, but I was recently inspired to start writing again! Let me know what you think! Personally this a fun project for me and I'm writing the second chapter right now :) Leave your comments, questions, concerns at the bottom, they're greatly appreciated! )) Chapter 1: Origins of the Game The very first time Draco ever saw Hermione Granger wet herself was in their first year, on the second Tuesday in November. It seemed like, ever since she'd nearly been murdered in one on Halloween, Little Miss Mudblood had developed a fear of using any of the school bathrooms outside her dormitory. He'd caught on to her little phobia, or at least realized the issue itself, by watching her; purely by accident of course. It wasn't his fault that she was always seated directly in front of him for all the classes they shared, but it did provide a perfect vantage point for watching her squirm during their lessons. At first, he'd figured she was too much of a brianiac to take a few minutes from class to ask for the loo, but then he'd noticed she'd never be among the group of girls that always went together after each lesson was over. No, she'd go class to class, squirming and fidgeting and dancing all the more in each one until the end of the day. It was a wonder her friends hadn't noticed—No, nevermind. Her friends were the biggest bunch of dunderheads Hogwarts had ever seen, of course they wouldn't have noticed. Regardless, at the end of the day she'd always announce an urgent need for a book, some parchment, a quill, or the library and rush off before Potty and Weasel could say anything else. Draco wouldn't see her again till dinner, but he always noted she was no longer dancing. Draco hadn't any idea why he was so facinated with the girl's need for the toilet. He supposed it had something to do with how rediculous it seemed to hold it like that all day long, despite having plenty of time to go between classes. But whatever, what the stupid girl did with her body wasn't any of his buisness...except that, very, very privately, he wished she'd oversetimate her bladder one day and have an accident. The more this thought lingered, and grew stronger every time he watched Hermione squirm in class, the more he knew he absolutely had to see it. So, on that second Tuesday in November, Draco Malfoy had come up with a most ingenious plan to watch Hermione Granger wet her panties. On this day in particular, he knew they had double potions directly after lunch. He also knew that Hermione always left lunch early when she could, presumably for the toilet in Gryffindor tower, so he couldn't let that happen. It was all too easy for him to convince Crabbe and Goyle to ignore their food to go and pester the Gryffindorks. His taunts, as always, were geared toward Potter, but he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. Oh yes, he noted with glee, she definitely had been planning on running off to the loo before he came over. Her lips were pursed and she kept shooting anxious looks toward the door. Ah, but she couldn't leave, now could she? Not with her two idiot friends in the middle of a could-be fight. Draco harrassed the lot of them until Weasley damn near jumped over the table to take a swing (this earned a sharp “Sit down, Ron!” from Hermione) and Draco smirked, the bell for class ringing just in time. He noted how distressed she looked as he sauntered off to the dungeons. Double potions proved to be extremely entertaining that day. Snape had barely finished the lecture before Hermione started to fidget. Making the actual potion made him almost snicker with glee as he watched her try to squirm descretely and chop up her ingrediants at the same time. They filled their cauldrons with water, Draco making sure to do his especially loud behind her, and she was crossing her legs. Draco smirked, watching her every movement. It would spoil his plans a bit if she lost it in the middle of potions, but seeing her humiliated in class like that, especially Snape's class, wasn't a bad consolation prize. Still, he watched her squirm during the making of the potion and she was, almost regrettably, still dry when Snape dismissed the class. No matter, they still had History of Magic before their lessons were done, one more hour of class. Hermione was probably thankful, Draco had figured, that Potter and Weasley had fallen asleep during this particular lesson. Even they would have noticed something was troubling their princess know-it-all had they been awake. Hermione Granger could not sit still, not even for a minute. She rocked in her seat, crossed and uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, bounced on her bottom, and at one point even put her hand between her legs to hold herself. Draco's blood was pounding, excitement he assumed from finally being able to see her have an accident, the entire time he watched her. With ten minutes to go in History of Magic, and Hermione still dissapointingly dry, Draco was starting to lose hope. Maybe her bladder had more ability than he'd given credit for. He took notes glumly, still glancing at Hermione. She had been dancing in rhythm of the past half hour, apparently having found the correct fidget-patterns to hold back her flood. Draco gave himself comfort that, even if she managed to make it till the end of class, there was no way she could make it up seven floors to the Gryffindor dormitory to go. All he had to do was follow her and he'd see what he'd been waiting for. He grinned, imagining her gasping right in front of the Fat Lady as she suddenly peed herself. And then, Hermione suddenly gasped for real. His eyes snapped up to her, widening in realization as he took in her position. Her body was tense, hand half way down to hold herself. Time seemed to slow as he watched her tremble and then relax, jerking her legs apart as she did. That was it! That had to be it, Draco thought in glee as he waited for the inevitable flood to come pouring down her chair, there was no way Granger wasn't wetting herself right then. He was on the edge of his seat as he saw a stream trickle over the edge of her chair, splashing onto the stone below. No one else would have noticed unless they were watching for it, but that was all he got. Much to his dismay, she slammed her legs together a second later, both hands holding herself, and regained control. Still, Draco had to work to control his breathing. He was a little hot in the face, heart racing. Even just that little bit had been such a thrill...but he knew there was no way she'd make it to her dorm after class! He'd definitely get to see it all if he followed her. He grinned, anxiously watching the clock just like Hermione was, only for a completely different reason. The bell finally rang and Hermione all but punched her two friends awake. “Class is over! Honestly you two, if you don't stop sleeping through it you're gonna fail! I'm going to go to the library, you two better catch yourselves up!” she lectured as she rushed to collect her books and darted out of the room. Potter and Weasley were dumfounded, but Draco just packed up and left at a normal pace. Couldn't rush after her, now could he? That would be too obvious. Besides, he found he didn't much need to rush. Hermione was walking pretty slowly, especially in the populated areas. As badly as she obviously had to go, he was still a little surprised that she passed two girl's rooms and ignored them as she walked on, Draco tailing at a safe distance behind. Once they'd passed the Great Hall, the student body thinned considerably and Draco watched with joy as she started to hold herself openly as she walked, if a little faster. They were nearing the library now and she kept having to stop and hold and bounce and squirm. Draco was eating it up, best plan he'd had all year! Hermione took a particularly long pause, whimpering loud enough for Draco to hear. He swore to himself, realizing he'd got too close and darted quickly behind a tapestry. From his hiding place he watched her dance, gasping and whimpering with her hands between her legs. He could have sworn he could see wet trails making their ways down her thighs to her knee high socks. But again, he was denied that final flood as she managed to right herself and start walking again. He cursed softly, aloud this time. Maybe he should just curse her. She'd never know what hit her in her state and he was sure she'd really wet. Full Body Bind? Good plan. He pulled his wand out and stepped a bit from behind the tapestry, magic about to fire when suddenly Professor Flitwick came out from around the corner. Draco snapped back into hiding and Hermione froze in place. Draco could have killed the old fool for thwarting his plans but then, as he watched the tiny professor strike up a conversation about what a wonderful (barf) job she'd done during class, he'd realized it was a blessing in disguise. Hermione chatted as though nothing was wrong, but he could see how tense she was, how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how her hands kept balling into her skirt. After what seemed like ages, the professor finally took his leave and Draco watched Hermione watch him go. The moment he was out of her sight, she held herself desperately with both hands, looking around like a toilet would magically appear to save her. Her eyes fell on Draco's tapestry. He gasped, still for a moment as he thought he'd been spotted. The panic furthered when she started hurrying for his hiding spot. He backed up until he hit a wood wall, no where to go, and she was gonna catch him and probably kill him...wait. Wood? He glanced behind him and thank Merlin's cloak, it was a door! He jiggled the handle, could have whooped at finding it unlocked, and tucked himself inside the most randomly placed storage closet ever just as Hermione threw back the tapestry. He smirked, watching through the crack in the door, thinking how he'd nearly escaped death. But Hermione didn't seem to be interested in finding anybody in particular. She danced in place, one hand between her legs, whimpering softly as she looked back and forth around the tapestry, checking to make sure she was alone, before coming inside. “Aaaaah....Oh God oh God oh God!” Draco heard her gasp as she danced, legs crossing and uncrossing as she hitched up her skirt. For the first time in his life he saw a girl's panties, Hermione's in particular were innocently white with lace around hems. Not so innocently, they were also soaked at the crotch. He watched as she suddenly squatted, spreading her legs out right in front of his slightly cracked door. In this same instant, his eyes widened and his cheeks darkened, ears ringing with the only sound in the room: Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...” Hermione moaned in relief a moment later, her pee splashing thunderously against the stone floor in the room. She hadn't even tried to pull her panties down, she just peed right through them, a full waterfall errupting from her. Draco watched, slack jawed in awe, as trickles moved down her open thighs and dripping down to the floor to join the puddle her jetting stream was making. The room was filling with the light aroma of a girl's pee and Draco felt heat rushing straight down between his legs, blushing more as he realized he was getting hard while he watched this. All too soon, Hermione was finished with her wet. He watched her tremble, blushing as she seemed to realize what she'd done. She stood up, carefully stepping away from her puddle. She nibbled her lip and pulled out her wand, casting a vanishing charm on the mess she'd made before she checked the damage on her clothes. Panties were obviously soaked through, but her skirt and her socks were wet as well. She seemed to consider this, checked her watch, and pondered it again. Draco could almost hear her thinking, “Well, I do have time to change while everyone is at dinner....” She picked up the books she dropped before wetting herself and headed out the way she came, having apparently made up her mind. As for Draco, he shut the door completely after she'd gone and stuck his hand down his pants, touching himself for the first time with the memory of her wetting right there in front of him. After he'd finished with his own pleasure, he knew, undoubtly, that he'd have to see that again.
  17. Hello everyone! I am trying my hand at an interactive tale. It will be a sort of spooky, choose your own path horror story, with omorashi incorporated situationally. I will try to incorporate actions based on the general consensus of the thread and try to meld them together. I have no art, but will try to paint a picture with words. I'll start off light. Here we go! You wake up facedown in the dirt. Wait, dirt? Standing up, you look around, wiping the mud off the knees of your pants. Its foggy. Shaking the cobwebs out of your paining head, you also realize you have no idea where you are. It appears to be a village of some sort, the street underneath you not pavement like you'd be used to back in....where? You look behind you...just more fog. You think you can make out the shapes of trees, but you're not entirely certain. Working through the shock of the moment, you take a moment to process things. You are.....You have no idea who you are. You do not know where you came from, or how you got here, or if you've been here all along. Upon trying to concentrate on remembering too hard, you get random incomprehensible flashes along with sharp stabbing pain in your skull. You look down the street. At the end of the street there are streets leading to the left, right, and further forward still. On either side of you are 3 buildings lining the street on each side, with each building being 2 stories high. The buildings on your right seem like shops, and the ones on your left seem like homes. You take a moment to glance in the window of the house on your left, through the dirt and dust, you only make out darkness. It is here you see your reflection. You're a girl. You gather this much immediately, and a very pretty one at that. Long, brown hair, porcelain skin, and big beautiful blue eyes. You feel smug about it for a moment. You're wearing gray jeans, a bit tight and a bit scruffy. You feel this is odd. You have no idea who you are, but you feel like you're a dress, skirt, or really long shirt person. You shrug it off and continue examining yourself. You have a nose piercing on the left side, a pretty stud. Rosy lipstick, and a nice big black sunhat. That combined with your black and white shirt/overshirt combo makes you feel like you were on your way somewhere nice, and that the scruffiness of the jeans might be an oddly stylistic choice. You like your style...whoever you are. In addition to this, you have some fancy black shoes on. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you notice you have a phone on you, although it is dead, and a book of matches. Now that you have taken account of everything you are, what you have, and your surroundings you ponder what to do. It is also then you realize....the village seems dead. No lights on in any of the buildings. No people. No breeze. Not even the chirp of a lone robin sailing through the sky. A chill goes through you, as you realize that although you remember nothing, in this foggy village you're pretty sure you've never felt more alone in your life. Something isn't right. Your throat is dry. You also feel hungry. These among a swirl of emotions, mostly fear. What is it you do next? Inventory: Dead phone, matches (10) Bladder: [||| ] Nearly empty. --- Hopefully this gives enough of a beginning impression of what I want to do. The rest is up to you guys. Keep in mind, there is no set rules. Go with your gut. If you come across a person, you can be nice, or you can be cruel. In certain situations, you might need to be one or the other to succeed in what you are doing at that time dry....or even alive. Death can happen in various fashions, and what results depend on said fashion. It could be game over, it could be something else. Wetting yourself isn't a game over, although there will be consequences... Don't be afraid to explore. Be unorthodox. Be creative. You just might make it out of this foggy hellhole with your wits about you. Or maybe you won't. Its up to you.
  18. Hey guys I'm not usually one for requests but I can't find this video again save my life. Was deleted off of vk.com from profile John Martel. Scenario: Cute girl sitting outside bathroom door in blue panties. Nice cute feet. She keeps knocking on the bathroom door very subtly and says "Please" very cutely a couple times. I'll include the only screenshot I have. If anyone can help me out with this I would be forever grateful. -Thanks
  19. Hi everyone! As you already know, @k_nor won the second Kozmo-Lotto! Their request was to hold at the movies. I did so, and I unfortunately...er...did not make it through the whole movie. Oops. Anyway, here's how that day went. I was spending a weekend at a friends house when this happened. I knew what movie I wanted to see (I was planning to see one that weekend anyway), the movie being Ouija: Origin of Evil. I made an excuse to my friends, saying I needed to run some errands and I'd be back. Before leaving said friends place, I grabbed one of those new weird green cokes to go (Coca Cola Life or something) and set off on my way home. When I got back to my place, which was empty, I threw my now empty can away and made a cup of tea to sip at while I picked out my outfit. All the winner specified was tight jeans, so I went with my tightest pair which is pretty light blue in color, and decided on my Walking Dead T-Shirt, which is black with the shows logo on the front, and hugs me pretty well. I guess now that I'm getting into outfit its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE! Believe it or not, my hair is just flat out not black anymore, a very recent dye-job puts it at a dark red, but at the time it was still a brown akin to how it was last time I told a story (I delayed writing this a bit lol.) in other news my skin is still pretty pale, I'm still in the 5'5-5'9 area (probably closer to the former) and still between like 100-110 ish in pounds. I am a tiny girl, this is in no way healthy. In addition to what I wore above, I threw on a beanie and a Deadman Wonderland wristband and painted my nails black to match the aesthetic that was forming...I returned to my 16 year old punk girl self for a day (I'm 21 now) and wore a tight black belt with a silver butterfly buckle on the front. If you care about underwear for any reason, I had a matching sleek set of black/red bra and panties. I'm a color synergy kind of person, through and through. By the time I had finished this outfit and put it all on, I had 2 cups of tea. I was starting to feel myself fill, which meant by the time I arrived for the film, I'd be kind of antsy. No doubt that's the way it was intended to be though. ~ I grabbed a bottle of water out of my fridge and set out. The drive to the theater was interesting. I knew I wasn't THAT full yet as I headed there, even as I was downing water with the intention of it being gone by the time I got there. It was due to the fact that not only was my seatbelt tight on me, the belt of my also tight pants had a grip to it too. It was like I had locked my lower body in a vice grip. By the time I pulled into the parking lot I had a bouncy knee that I was trying to ignore, the general feeling of constriction causing regular pangs of need. That was actually what had me inclined to pull my old hoodie out of the back and take it with me...Just in case I had to tie it around my waist in an emergency (Spoiler alert: It ends up being used in exactly that way. Foresight, people!) So I got in, and you can buy your tickets at the concession stand, so I went up there and got my ticket and favorite combo, with a twist. In addition to my ticket for Ouija, I got my standard Hotdog & Nacho combo, but I did what I actually always do...Upsized the drink! See, I go to the theaters a LOT, and when you upsize your drink to the highest size, it comes in a big collector cup with a figure/topper for whatever the big film is this time of year. I actually have a collection of these...So far I have batman and his cup (BVS) Iron Man and his cup (Civil War), all 4 ninja turtles and their respective cups, the starship enterprise cup...You get the idea. This time, I was very excited to see a Doctor Strange cup topped with a figure of the man himself to add to my collection. I was there for a bit though, things were running slow, so by the time he actually got around to filling the damn thing I was standing there, legs slightly crossed with my nails impatiently tapping back and forth on the counter. I KNOW the guy could feel my eyes drilling holes into him, and seeing and hearing him fill up the cup that EASILY holds more than a liter that I knew would be inside me soon filled my lower body with a nervous sense of urgency that was really hard to ignore, but I had to remember I was here for Omo-Org! No going to the bathroom here, no exceptions. Eventually I had my food and drink, and proceeded to the theater itself. I picked a seat that was fairly secluded away from mobs of people, and chipped away at my nachos and had a few sips of my massive rootbeer before the movie began. Neat trailers, good stuff, yadda ya. I gotta say that movie by Jordon Peele, Get Out, looks like its gonna be damn spooky, can't wait to see it. So the movie starts, its a very exorcisty movie, I'm not going to give too many spoilers, just know that Doris is the creepiest horror movie little girl I've ever seen. It felt like the pressure in my bladder was growing with the tension and arc of the movie itself, constantly washing down my food with way too much rootbeer was not helping that at all. By the time the frights and scares were in full swing, I was sitting in my seat, legs crossed and squeezing together while my hands dug their nails into my armrests. I think I was even rocking a little, I had to GO. I don't do number stages, just know I was at that spot where you've gone from holding reliably but very uncomfortably to uncertainty about your composure and ability to hold on. This is really hard to describe, how the two tensions are so different but one and the same, and feed off eachother. DESPERATELY needing to pee, and that feeling you get in the latter half of a horror movie where you can't relax while watching. You can't untense, you can't let your guard down, everything is running at a terrifying high and you can't even afford to blink or a scare could have you screaming, your heart won't stop beating because you know whats coming, the adrenaline pumping through you. You know what I'm trying to say? For me, those two things fed off eachother like a wildfire. The most tense and anxious I got, the worse I needed to pee, and vice versa. It didn't help that having my conscience split between two veeery pressing things was making both things very difficult. I dribbled a couple times throughout the film, but my first substantial leak came, for those who have seen it, after that fateful discussion that is followed by them walking downstairs, only to hear Doris running around the house somewhere. The footsteps and the thing that happened immediately after cause my breath to flat out stop. The focus slipping from my bladder, I almost didn't notice the sudden spreading of warmth in my underwear. I shot my hand between my legs, squeezed my legs together, and had a brief moment of panic while I clamped down. I wasn't intending to lose it there in the theater; best case scenario I was hoping to get out of the building and close to my car (technically friends car I borrowed) before I lost it. I felt between my legs and knew I was pretty wet between the legs, but the darkness of the theater made it so I couldn't see it. Fate had other plans in store for me, however. I let my guard down, likely due to being a trembling, sweaty, desperate and shaking mess trying not to piss myself in a movie theater, but letting my guard down is my fault nonetheless. For I sat there, hands between my legs as I frantically rocked, hoping it would end, when one of the movies bits caught me off guard. For who expects for a character to close a door, only for a little girl with white eyes to be on the ceiling like a spider directly above them? If you've seen this film, you know the scene. I SCREAMED, my hands shot to my face and my legs locked together, and I horribly lost control of my bladder and started peeing my pants in an instant. The second I felt my floodgates burst and the warm wetness VIOLENTLY spreading all over my ass and underneath me I lurched forward, shuddering a ton as I shoved my hands between my legs again to grip myself for dear life, swearing under my breath and verbally commanding myself to stop, to stop peeing, as I pressed down as hard as I could, but with the pressure my bladder was under combined with the feeling of relief, my body was having none of it. I couldn't shut the gates, no matter how many times I threw one leg over the other, shook, shuddered, moaned under my breath trying to stop it, the feeling of my hands and my lower body soaking, and still continually being drenched, was far too much. My seat was squishy and saturated, and I could hear it soaking all the way through the chair and pouring onto the floor. By the time I was done I thought I had created a new ocean. I stood up as subtly as I could, tied my sweater around my waist and sat in the next chair over until the movie was over. I started to feel an extreme guilt. I didn't mean to wet myself here, and I'm one of the biggest advocates of not having other people deal with the consequences of your fetish activities. I cannot begin to describe the guilt I felt. I pulled myself together though, and reminded myself that I did not intend for this to happen here. This was an accident, in multiple meanings of the word. I decided the least I could do is tell the worker...but not THAT part. I poured some of my rootbeer I had left on the seat, and some into the puddle I had left on the floor. With the cup I had, a mess of this magnitude would be likely. There was a dude with a bin and a mop waiting for people to leave the theater, and it was time to put my cuteness into action! I sheepishly approached him with a shy vibe and the exchange went something like.. "Hey...um...excuse me..." "Hm?" "I..u-uhm...spilled my drink where I was sitting...and I made a bit of a mess..." it was at this point I gestured to my gigantic Doctor Strange cup I was holding. "Oh don't worry about it! Stuff happens you know? Its my job, don't worry I'll take care of it, have a nice night!" He seemed kind of blushy and non-eyecontacty. Mission accomplished. Being cute gets you out of trouble.~ My hoodie took care of my backside, though I knew my upper thighs and crotch area were dark so I dangled my purse in front of me down there, and walked out as unassumingly as I possibly could, and took a long way around the parking lot to the car. I don't know if anyone looked at me or in my direction, I was purposefully avoiding looking at people so they didn't feel inclined to look back at me. I laid out the towel I had brought with me across the seat for obvious reasons, and drove back home to change, gather some things, before heading back to my friends place (picked up some whiskey and stuff on the way, because all night drunk movie marathon!) And so, another Kozmo-Lotto Contract was fulfilled. I hope you all enjoyed my story! MAKE SURE TO LIKE SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE AND FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER @KZUMUFOX-- Kidding, this isn't youtube LOL! But as always, please leave feedback if you have it. I like to know how well I'm contributing to the community, and if there's things either in my writing or my actions that result in writing that I need to work on. Hell, who am I kidding, say anything you want to say.~ drop a comment or even shoot me a message, I love hearing from everyone, as always. I love you all! I hope everyone is having a nice day.~ P.S if you saw the movie what'd you think? I really enjoyed it, way better than the first film.
  20. I've got a ton of smaller sightings with my wife that I want to get written down, and I'm going to devote this thread to them. I'm going to start off with something that just happened. We just saw a movie in the theater; it's a longish movie, and we got a huge soda to share so I figured there would be at least some mild desperation since she never gets up in the middle of a movie if she is really into it. She enough, I noticed her hand creeping to her crotch with an hour left in the movie. I was curious if she was actually holding herself, but I couldn't tell because it was too dark. I was already holding her free hand, but after a little while I reached over to hold her other hand as well. It was definitely near her pussy but she wasn't holding herself yet. I ended up taking my hand off after a few minutes to get a drink and she inexplicably drank some more! Nothing changed for a while until about 20 minutes were left in the movie when she tightly crossed her legs. Again, it was hard to tell in the darkness, but when the screen lit up I could definitely see her hand between legs near her crotch. Not long after, a romantic part happened so I learned over to kiss her then I reached for her hand again. I could only get the top part of her hand because the rest was buried between her legs! It still wasn't at her pussy, though. As the minutes ticked on, I could feel her legs squeezing together occasionally then her foot started tapping in mid air. With about 5 minutes left you could tell the movie was wrapping up and the "close to a toilet" feeling must have hit her. She scooted her butt back in the chair and bent forward. I was still holding both hands and as she moved backwards in the chair, she slid the hand between her legs all the way up! At the same time, I slid my hand farther in as well. To my amazement, I could feel her fingers kneading at her pussy! Her legs were clamping down tightly as well. She was nearing her mental limit. While she was waiting for the movie to end so she could escape, she was getting more desperate. I could feel her shifting around in her seat while clamping her legs together, and the hand away from her legs would periodically squeeze my hand tightly while the other dug deeper in her pussy. As soon as the credits started, she jumped up and immediately told me that she had to pee super bad, but we had to wait for the people next to us to get out. She was dancing in place, wriggling her hips as she was forced to adjust to not holding herself anymore combined with the knowledge that she was even closer to relief. It had only been a few seconds before she said "oh my God I'm dying to pee. Why won't they move!" Once we started moving, she was walking funnily as she tried to hold back her bladder without holding herself. I'm not sure how to describe it except that it looked like she was attempting to cross her legs while speed waking. When we exited the theater I tried to talk to her about the movie, but she cut me off saying "I have to pee too bad!" then darting into the bathroom. Since it was a late showing she made it in with no incidents, but when she got out she sighed, rubbed her belly, and said "Man it feels great to pee after you've held it that long!"
  21. My first real wetting experience outside of puberty bed wetting was when I was 14 years old. I was a rancher girl, I was tough, active, some guys even called me hot. I looked abit older for my age, and I had my dark brown hair normally in a pony tail or sometimes down if I wore my hat to school. (Cowgirl hat). This particular day I remember clearly, the only day I accidentally humiliated myself in front of my best friend!! To make matters worse my first serious crush! Joe (best friend + crush) came with me with his good friends sister Tiffany, she was in a serious relationship so she was cool and a guy I kinda thought was cute. (Trying to make joe kinda jealous anyways ;)) I remember wearing a denim skirt, a purple plaid shirt (with a few buttons un done, for a girl my age then I had decent bust size) I even remember before I purchased a pink lace thong, hoping if he checked out my ass enough he'd notice right? The girls in class and even a few grade 8 chicks, were wearing thong panties, I didn't want to be some attractive girl behind the times.. I remember really having to pee so bad, it began to hurt. To make the day worse, i was having a sore throat, so I was constantly drinking water!! All day!! I sat through the movie, and must have consumed a liter of water. My legs were quivering, I was in desperate need and waiting for everyone to leave that was ahead was painful. I was gonna leak if I didn't go! I walked abit funny and joe asked me if I was okay. I smiled at him and told him I sat funny and I just need a few minutes to let my leg stretch. I finally got to the door to the ladies restroom! Mostly dry, I could salvage my dignity no biggie but the bathroom was full! With people waiting! Damnit!! My ride had to go so i thought 5minutes right?? I got to Tiffany's car then I lost control! I gasped and pressed into my crotch to try to contain myself, I was wrong!! Piss began to soak through my skirt, streaking down my white pantyhose, making it very very noticible! Omg!!! I fell to my knees holding myself and I started to cry. It just came out, the front of my skirt was saturated. The one guy turned around and made fun of me...I got really upset, I tried so hard to keep myself from peeing. My best friend turned to look and and told the guy that was kinda sorta my date to shove it somewhere. Joe gave me his jacket and told me that it's okay, and helped me up. Omg... My nipples were erected...it was obvious. Tiffany even tried comforting me and I didn't even know her to well. I was thinking this was the first time I wore a thong and I have an accident...in front of the guy I really really liked that's also my best friend..i had to pee again but was able to make it. The two told me to not worry about it, they said they'll talk to my kinda sorta date to be respectful. I got home and figured before I went inside to just pee again, I was already soaked anyways so I closed my eyes and peed again. I felt naughty and dirty, i kinda liked it, i had pleasure which made me really embarrassed! The guy didn't talk to me or see me but kept it his secret and my best friend and I just stayed best friends..but later in life i ended up marrying Tiffany's brother and 8-9 years later I had a very bad pee accident In public which is a story for another time.
  22. PREFACE: IF YOU'RE A MEMBER OF THE DISCORD CHAT, PLEASE DO NOT INCESSANTLY POST ABOUT IT ANYWHERE OTHER THAN THIS THREAD. DOING SO WILL LEAD TO WARNINGS AND POSSIBLY A BAN. Don't need to repeat the whole spamming bullshit that went down before, here. That said, I just want to post here as another advertisement and information post about my Omorashi Live-Chat on discord. We have holds there fairly often, both guys and girls, a general channel for those not interested in holding, and other channels for discussion of other topics, such as watersports, omutsu, and the like. Right now, there are a few holds going on, actually. If anyone has any questions about the chat or Discord, feel free to ask them here and i'll answer as soon as I can. Pointers about Discord: -It's like skype, but a lot better. -There are roles that you can use for different permissions as well as a tagging system. -You can create your own servers and manage them very easily, similar to IRC, but with better features. -Much less lag and a more mobile-friendly app. -Can be used more easily from your browser; just better in general. Just ask me if you want any specifics. About the Server: -Activity is sporadic at times but talk and holds happen frequently. -We have an aggressive moderation team that won't tolerate anyone being uncomfortable or creeped on, guys or girls. -Has channels for Watersports, Omorashi, live-holding, a general chat where talk of Omorashi is generally frowned upon, as well as RP and omutsu channels and others. -Open to all suggestions on how to improve the server or make it a better place for everyone. Finally, the link to the chat: https://discord.gg/011PNy09CXZ4PKJty The link's here and on my profile, nowhere else. Don't ask for it anywhere else, those are the places you'll find it.
  23. Version 3.0.1.1

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    Translated trial version of Wetters Taiken 2 Ver 3.0.1 Known issues: 1) Some of the lines describing items and events in the scene replay are cut off. There should still be enough there to know what it's talking about, however. 2) In the Scene Replay, Fanika being confused still comes across the combat log in JP. I've got to dig into the scripts for it, and it's probably not worth the effort until if/when 666 releases a new version, or I'm extremely bored. 3) The time when you change a zone still comes across in JP. Same thing, gotta dig into the scripts. Plot is similar to the first Wetters Taiken. You're at a Magical School for Girls, big event happens, you're trapped on an island and need to investigate what is going on. You play as Fanika, the main heroine of the story, who travels around with a mysterious creature named Yip. Like the original Wetters Taiken, there is a little bit for everyone, with multiple Bedwetting, Desperation Wetting, and Fear wetting scenarios. There is also a drink system and an easy way to track Fanika's need to pee. As a side note, because this is only a trial version, I don't have any plans to update this other than maybe once or twice, unless I somehow broke the game while translating it. I do, however, plan on translating the full version if/when 666 finishes it. http://blog.livedoor.jp/wetters666/ - 666's website to follow any updates regarding WT2.

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  24. Hello all! I’m going to start with an introduction, but you can skip a few paragraphs for my story if you’d like. I’ve been a semi-frequent lurker for a while, but never contributed. I’ve always wanted to write down my experiences for others to enjoy, but just never found the time until now. I must admit that a recent super-hot experience was the catalyst - I will write about it soon. The story below is an unexpected bonus from this morning. While I do enjoy wetting, what really does it for me is the desperation. I have no idea why it turns me on so much, but seeing a woman who needs to pee but can’t is just amazing. The wetting is almost a letdown because that means the desperation ended, but I definitely love it when you see a nice, long, forceful pee as evidence of how much they were holding back. Aside from a few more incidents (one of which I will write about in the future), my next settings were courtesy of my first wife. Overall the relationship was pretty miserable, but it provided a lot of desperation encounters which I’ll go into on separate posts. The main topic, however, is my current wife. We have been together for about 4 years, and they have been amazing. We are truly best friends and love doing things together. What is relevant to this site, however, is her bladder. She has quite a small bladder - when we are sitting around the house, she will pee every 30-45 minutes, and not uncommonly several times in a 30 minute period.. She also has an amazing ability to hold it. While her normal pees take less than 10 seconds, and even her “desperate” pees can only be 20 seconds, there have been occasions where she had a gushing stream for a solid minute. I’m not sure how she does it, but it is amazing. Now for the story! A Desperate Trip to the Mall With My Wife This weekend, we took a trip to a nearby city (about and hour away) for the night. It was a much needed weekend of relaxation. There was some mind-blowing wet sex that night, but thats for another post. We went to a mall this morning for some shopping to celebrate her new promotion. We went down for breakfast about 9:30 where she had a coffee and some juice. When we got up to the room, she peed (at about 10AM) then we packed everything up.We hopped in the car for the ~30 minute drive to the mall, which we had never been to, then lunch and some hiking afterwards. Since we live in Texas, it’s still hot outside, so I made sure we were both hydrated. It really was for the hike, but it had the side effect of filling bladder. When we got the mall at 11, I was half expecting her to immediately seek out the bathroom, but she was overwhelmed with the mall, so we walked around looking at stores. As I mentioned before, she can hold it for a long time. Due to her small bladder, she has apparently learned to shut it out and move the need to the back of her mind when she can't go. She also has ADD, and can legitimately forget she needs to pee for a while. I think that’s what happened. We wandered around the mall for another 30 minutes before I started seeing some signs. She doesn't do much that is noticeable, but I've learned to pick them out. She started getting kinda fidgety and not being as interested in things. It had begun. Another thing about my wife is that she doesn’t like to point out that she needs to pee until she either sees a restroom or its getting bad. We continued along for another 15 minutes before she finally told me she needed to find a bathroom as we were leaving a store. I could tell this wasn’t a casual request, but more “I need to pee quickly.” I checked my watch and it said 11:50. Almost 2 hours since her last pee, with a coffee, a glass of juice, and about a liter of water. We walked to the nearby department store, which she immediately scouted for a bathroom. Neither of us saw one which is quite weird as they normally have one. We walked around the store with her looking at the clothes for a bit, before we went upstairs. She immediately looked around very intently for a bathroom, but there was none to be seen. At this point, I saw her do her “well, I can't pee, so I'll just deal with it” thing. Bonus for me! We looked around for a little while, then we left because she didn't find anything she was interested in. +10 minutes. At this point, I figured she'd go find a bathroom and that would be it. However, we walked for a bit without seeing any signs of one. She was overwhelmed with the mall, and apparently managed to forget the need for the time. We walked around some other stores for a little bit, and found some interesting things to check out. Suddenly she said “OK, I HAVE to find a bathroom”. +20 minutes. Walking out of the store, I thought surely we would quickly find a bathroom, and I was genuinely hoping she would find one as I hate to see her suffer. However, when she is stuck, particularly if its partially her doing, I can’t help but enjoy it. This is when I struck gold! We turned the corner and saw a giant Forever 21, which is her favorite store. She went straight into the store, apparently having forgotten her bladder. She went all over the store, checking out everything and going through lots of racks. I am always amazed at how distracted she can get, and this was a perfect case. Finally, after almost 30 minutes, she had seen everything there was to see and left. +50 minutes. Upon leaving, I could see she was getting VERY desperate. We walked around and still didn’t see any signs of bathrooms. What the heck? I had seen a sign on the first floor, but couldn’t find it where we were. Finally we saw the food court, and knew they had to have one there. She walked rapidly towards it, with me following, then slowed up saying “I don’t see it!” Finally we found it, and she nearly sprinted towards it. I ducked into the Men’s, which was first, hoping to find an empty bathroom with a stall where I could quickly take care of my “situation”. Unfortunately, there was just a single open urinal, so I had to make due with awkwardly trying to pee with a hard-on. I walked outside, expecting to see my wife waiting for me. What I saw, however, was a line going into the ladies, and my wife was still outside - I couldn’t believe it! She saw me and I could tell she was at her wit’s end. She was furiously tapping her foot, had one hand buried in her crotch and had the other semi-covering it with her frantically tapping fingers. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing - it was just like something out of my fantisies! As soon as she saw me, however, she tried to calm down but couldn’t do much. I checked the nearby family restroom, which had been open earlier, to get her relief sooner (and let me hear it!). Unfortunately, it was in use. I looked back at my wife and she had barely moved (apart from her near-dancing!). I just sat there trying to keep my jaw closed and conceal my massive erection. I was really wishing I could film her, but there were too many people around to do it discretely. Finally, she moved back into the actual bathroom, but it was still another several minutes before she came out. She washed her hands at the sink outside, so she had just come from the toilet which meant there was still a wait inside. She must have been in the line close to 10 minutes. When she got to me, the first thing she said was “that was terrible!” I’ve never heard her use those words to describe this, so it must have been pretty bad. Next she glanced down at my concealed pants, casually brushed them, then looked back at me with wide eyes. What can I say, I can’t help it! Even as amazing as this was, what’s even better is that this wasn’t even the last desperation of the day! It may not have been as intense, but it was still pretty awesome. I’ll leave that for my next post, though. Hope you enjoyed it!
  25. Its time. Its what you've all been waiting for. (Lol I WISH I were that popular) KOZMO-LOTTO 3: REVENGE OF THE KOZMO DO YOU KNOW THE DRILL YET? YOU SHOULD! HERES EXACTLY HOW I PUT IT LAST TIME IF YOU DON'T REMEMBER: You get to construct one of my accidents. You describe a place, maybe a thing to do, a general type of attire, stuff like that. I go to the place, I do the thing, I drink an absolute ton until....you know how that ends. And I hopefully make it back unnoticed because being seen after a wetting isn't really my thing. You know how it is. As always, I will not take an outlandish request. I'm not going to walk into class, sit on my profs desk, and wet myself. I'm not going to crawl into bed with my friend, and wet the bed. You know what I'm getting at, just be reasonable please! Do so, and you get to make me have an accident somewhere, some way!~ Create your ideal KozmoFox experience! But try not to kill me okay? I like living and I like having my self esteem intact. I too, am human! TO PARTICIPATE! Go here: https://www.wizards.com/d20modern/d20mdice/dice.htm Its a dice roller Make one roll, one roll only, on the d100. Screencap, post image in thread with your request/idea. I've decided that its way funner if even I don't know who is winning, so I will actually hold off until rolling a number myself until deadline (Which is based on participation but likely within a couple of weeks depending, people will get sick of my schtick eventually.) and whomever has the closest number to mine when I roll at that time will have their request fulfilled.~ And I will write a story on what happens as a result of said request, and post the story here in the experiences forum. Sounds like a sweet deal, no? It has been the last two times, I'M PUTTING MY BODY ON THE LINE FOR YOU ALL BE GRATEFUL! :P And like last time... SOME RULES, BECAUSE IM NO FUN: 1. Do not request pictures or video. There is a very select few very close friends on this site that have seen me, and its going to stay that way, and literally only one person I've ever sent omo pictures to and that is also staying that way. I don't do pictures or video. You'll have to rely on my oh-so-slick writers mind.~ 2. Don't use your request to try and weasel me into a holding contest or something. If I had a dollar for every single person on this site that's asked that of me I'd be one rich bitch, eh? 3. No outlandish or stupid requests, ESPECIALLY those aimed at expressly humiliating me. This is a big step for me in the omorashi way, it's a miracle I'm making this lotto a thing. So I'm not going to go pee in front of my history professor, or wet myself in the passenger seat of my grandmas car right next to her, or anything like that. I shouldn't have to give examples, you know what I mean. 4. I'm not giving away my exact location. Or even semi-general location. Don't ask what the name of the mall nearest me is for your request, I'm not stupid. 5. A new addition to the rules, NO COUNCIL. For those who aren't in the know, I'd really rather not do messing or diapers. Not my thing. I am very slightly flexible on some rules, but for the most part are set. Don't ask for something and not be prepared to meet me half-way if you win, because there's things I'd prefer not to do, and things I just flat out won't do, eh? If anybody has any questions, let me know!!!! AND LET THE THIRD KOZMOLOTTO OF THE KOZMO-PLANET AND ALL THE KOZMOVERSE BEYOND BEGIN!!!! First Kozmo-Lotto thread if you need more specifics VVVVVV Kozmo-Lotto! ------ And I'd just like to take a moment to thank you all. I do these things I do, because when I joined here I was scared. I didn't post. I was going through a tough lot in life, and I still am. But as I became active on here, I had fun. I met interesting people. I made friends. I even found myself a little. A fetish is just a fetish, but what we have here is first and foremost a community, a community I am very happy to call a home. My writing here has garnered much enthusiasm and is one of my inspirations for pursuing education, and eventually a career, in the writing way, because I don't think I've ever heard someone speak ill of my writing, on-site or off. Its something I like doing, its apparently something I'm good at, and I have a vivid imagination and excellent memory that allow the re-telling of experiences in what I hope is a unique manner. So in light of everything, this is my way of giving back to the community I love. I hold these lotto's, tossing myself to the wind and allow things to happen as they will, to see where it takes me, and then I write about it. I love this community so much that I will continue throwing myself out there with these until my body gives out (if that can even happen) and then some. You guys make my day some days, and there's few sites I've ever felt so at home in their communities. I cherish the bonds I have here, and I will gladly come back with experience after experience as long as you all continue to enjoy it. Thank you for existing! And honestly thank @Kirito for even making this site. He has directly influenced so many lives in a fantastic way by doing so. Can we get him an internet round of applause? ouo!!! I hope everyone is having a lovely day!~ Ciao for now! (Sorry for the long winded rant, I'm feeling sappy and emotional tonight lol!)