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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. 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.
  3. Hi everyone! It is me, KozmoFox :) and this is the result of the fourth Kozmo-Lotto! (I know I tagged them near the bottom, but special thanks to @JustCallum, @Pache, and @Rainyday for making this happen and helping me through it all. Best support team.) This is something a lot have you have been waiting for, and for certain people you might have been waiting even longer than that. This...I honestly don't think this lotto will ever be topped by anything I ever do again. For starters, a reminder to everyone what this Kozmo-Lotto request was. The winner, Rainyday, put a lot of thought into it, so its taken awhile. But eventually it was decreed that I would go somewhere semi-public (Like most lotto's so far) and I would fill up on liquids and get really desperate. At which point, there was a total of 11 emails in my inbox, numbered 1 to 10, plus a bonus. In each email there was a challenge, and I was not allowed to peek or look in any email until it was time to do that challenge. When I opened an email, I would be allowed to open the next email 10 minutes after the previous, unless of course, the challenge inside took longer than 10 minutes, at which point I would be allowed to open the next one after the challenge was finished. I don't want to spoil too much in advance, but this was by far the most intense hold I've ever done. It was the most intense challenge I will ever do. I used to take it as a point of pride that I could get away with anything, like an omorashi ninja. Not today. Today people saw sides of me in public that I intend to likely never show again. Multiple times. I ran the omorashi gauntlet like a fuckin' champion today, and I challenge anyone to do what I just did for this site...mainly so I can read it, because I think this is going to make one HELL of an experience story. This may be my magnum opus. I'm also not going to show my face in that mall for at least like, 2 months. (Before you panic your moral radar, anything I may or may not have done, I cleaned up. I ran the gauntlet like a hero, but also like a responsible hero.) Our story begins with our dear small Kozmo pulling herself out of bed. Chatted with some friends, did some things, and then she went back to bed. Upon waking up, she got herself ready. OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: You all know damn well what I look like by now. I weigh like 100 pounds, I'm somewhere in the center between 5ft and 6ft, I'm so pale that when I walk outside this time of year I give people snow blindness. Long, dark brown almost black hair. Used to be entirely black, but I change it up! I honestly should have auditioned for the new Ring movie. I have multiple tattoos on my arms, chest, and a foot. Stud piercing in nose, and like most gals my age (21), I like my earrings. I'm lucky enough to not have any acne on the go right now, so not to brag overly much but I like to think I'm pretty pristine! At least I'm told so by people that know me, even a few on here! Sometimes I have freckles but today was not that day, I think freckles are like seasonal or something but I've never actually cared enough to think about it until now. But even when they're kinda there, makeup can make them far less obvious when I don't feel freckly. Today I had a very specific attire that I like to think of as a weird mix between moe and punk rock. It shouldn't be hard to tell what I picked, and what Rainyday picked. Grey beanie hat, low twintails in my hair, a pretty black choker around my neck, and some small snowflake earrings. Plaid miniskirt (Think Maka from Soul Eater), black knee-socks. Jean jacket, unbuttoned, Punisher T-shirt on underneath. Top that off with cute fuzzy black boots and a surprisingly girly pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Take note of that in particular for reasons you will see later. I also had a backpack with various things, such as spare clothes and the like. IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP, SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THE CHALLENGES BEGIN. IF YOU DO CARE ABOUT THE LEAD UP AND THINGS I DRANK AT THE MALL AND ALL THAT TOMFOOLERY JUST KEEP GOING. So I get up, I get ready, I make my way to the mall. I will note at this point that around Christmas I got a phone like a proper young adult, and on it I have IRCCloud, so I was able to keep chatting with my Omo.org friends through this whole ordeal, and they provided lots of encouragement. Rainyday was also present, so I was able to discuss challenges with them as I progressed, and eventually start to yell at them when the challenges got cruel. I am a salty person. I take my place at the food court, and start loading up. I had two large teas, but around the time I had my second tea, my friend who works at a local coffee joint brought me some Burger King! (They were on break.) So on top of two large teas, I also got a large coke with a Whopper :D. After all that I sat on my phone chatting with my crew and waited for all the liquid to process. And waited. And waited. And got impatient and pulled a mug from my backpack. This mug is essentially a mason jar with a handle attached, I got it as an extra with a case of beer once! I go to the drinking fountain and I fill up the mug to the brim, and down it. I fill it halfway, and down it again. I fill it up completely once more and start sipping away at it. By the time that's done, I'm at 2 large teas, a large coke, and 2 tall mugs and a half of water. If I wasn't feeling it before then, I was now! The pressure was building, and building fast. Eventually I stood up to fill the mug once more, and gravity hit me like a truck; I could feel each step I took to the fountain jolting into the ache of my bladder. It was not long after this that Rainyday decreed it was time to begin. As I get to each challenge in this story, I will paste the instructions I was given for complete context. I opened the first email in my inbox, and got to reading. FOR ANYONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ALL OF THE ABOVE, THE CHALLENGES START HERE!!!! REITERATION OF THE RULES OF THE OMORASHI GAUNTLET (Or as Rainyday likes to call it, "The Alliance Challenge"): I had to be in public view and not hiding, except when the challenge dictated otherwise. I always had to be where I could be seen. This is a rule I'm not normally a fan of, but considering there was a lot of drama in the lotto thread for this particular lotto, I wanted this to be something special to make up for it. I had to bring spare change and a spare pair of underwear with me. You'll see why. If I begin to lose control, I must try to stop to the bitter end. I do not fail until I A) Give up and cave to my desperation and completely empty myself, or B) I lose control so badly that I cannot gain it back, wetting myself completely to the point I'm empty or there's nothing left in me of even remote note. If I gush out and leave a small puddle but regain control, I keep going; I'd drink enough to replace it anyway. If I skipped a challenge, I'd drink a bunch more water and have to wait more before the next challenge as punishment. And if I completed all of the challenges: "You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time." =====CHALLENGE ONE (6:01 PM) "The first challenge is a bit of a warmup. If this isn't difficult at all, then maybe you're not desperate enough, and should wait a bit more and try it again later. Go to the most populated area, and stand somewhere there for five minutes. Your hands either have to be on your phone or tablet, or behind your back, and you have to move your legs as little as possible. Also, if there's a fountain in the mall, go there to do this. Hopefully this will let you figure out if you're desperate enough to start or not." This was a good start. I needed to pee pretty badly, and this told me I was at the perfect starting point. I'd occasionally type away on my phone, or stare at the ceiling or something to try and forget my aching need. By the end of it, it was extremely hard to stay still, and I ended up rocking back and forth on my heels, feeling my skirt sway and create an air current on my bare, dry legs...These legs would be the opposite of dry well before I was done these challenges. I still had my mug of water on me, just keep this in mind. Its easy to forget I have it, so for your convenience know that when I did challenges that required, well, anything, I'd find a place to put it down (Until it was consumed, then the mug goes back in the backpack.) Nobody was taking real notice of me at this point. I sat back down, and went back to talking to my minor audience, (Which included Rainyday). I realized that I had probably drank far too much, far too fast; my bladder was filling at mach 5 and I knew I'd easily be dangerously desperate to pee by challenge 3 or 4. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to get to challenge 5, half way there, without being a leaky shaky desperate mess in the middle of the mall. I was not wrong.. I started this challenge at exactly 6:01 PM. This marks the starting point of the gauntlet. ====CHALLENGE TWO (6:11 PM) "A fashion challenge. Go into a clothes shop you like, and pick out a nice outfit, at least made of one top and bottom. Try it on in the changing room. Take a picture of yourself in your outfit if you want, you don't have to send it to anyone. After that, you can change back into your normal clothes, and be on your way. " Its a wonder what ten minutes can do to a person. At this point I was getting to the shaky kind of desperate need, I was starting to typo and my legs were beginning to jiggle. Luckily for me, this didn't take too long, as I was next to a clothing store that I'm familiar with, containing a number of articles of clothing I had been looking at during previous visits. I sped through the store, grabbing them, picking a nice very light pink top that kind of fell off the shoulders and had a cat on the front, as well as a pair of black jeans with fake rips in them. I tried them on, and the jeans were...tight. The pressure wasn't helping at all and I very nearly dribbled in them. I managed to hold on though, avoiding disaster, and after I confirmed I did in fact like how I looked in them despite my abdomen that was beginning to bulge, I changed back as fast as I could and got back out front just as my ten minute mark hit. I was beginning to sweat, the build up had been ridiculous and let me tell you, I needed to fucking PEE. I was positive I was not going to finish the run of challenges without disaster, and I was trembling as well as just kind of absentmindedly kneading at the sides of my skirt like mad. This ridiculously increased need to pee made the next challenge hell. =====CHALLENGE THREE (6:21 PM) "We're still in the area of light challenges. This challenge has two parts, you might not be able to do the first depending on what's at the mall. 1- Go into a shop, restaurant or other facility that has its own bathroom. Ask the staff if you can use it. Of course, you won't actually use it, but you'll probably want to stay in there long enough for them not to get suspicious. You can leave after that. If you're turned away, try twice more, and if you get rejected all three times, well, that's that. 2- Similar in theme, go to a shop or stand with a manned counter and buy a drink from them. Of course, you'll have to finish this as well, but you can pace it over the break and the next challenge. " This was torture at its finest. I walked into this shop, almost like an in-mall convenience store. Not going to name stores and things because I like my location anonymity. I hobble up to the counter, shaky desperate and knock-kneed, and ask this poor cashier if I can use the washroom in here. He legitimately did not seem to know what to do, it took him a solid few seconds. I assume he was going to give me directions to the malls public washrooms, but just how fucking desperate I looked (and was!) must have changed his mind, because he very stutterily allowed me into the employee bathroom. I got in there, shut the door behind me, and stared at the toilet. I couldn't sit down, I couldn't finally pee and have my relief, I had to just look at it. I almost completely lost it and pissed myself right there from the psychological torture. I cannot express how much this was killing me. I tried to at the time though! Here's an excerpt of what I was saying to Rainyday at the time: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Im staring at a toilet abd its fuxking killing me 6:25 PM WHEN CAN I LEAVE I think my statements in chat at the time speak for themselves. I had a hand buried in my crotch, bunching up my miniskirt and pressing into me, moaning and whining at myself and willing me to just please don't fucking pee yourself like this. Eventually I did leave. Rainyday was gracious enough to allow me to not buy another drink, given I was still carrying around a big mug of water. I did browse the drinks in the same shop after I thanked the cashier for his kindness to give that part of the challenge more credence though. On another note: Rainyday is literally satan. =====CHALLENGE FOUR (6:32 PM) "I thought I'd fit this in sooner rather than later, because of how long it might take. It's the arcade challenge! Head to the arcade and play a round of the hurricane simulator, and then the chair ride. I'm not sure what difficulty levels they have, but go for whatever's hard without being impossible. After those two, of course it's time for your specialty, DDR. One game of each is fine, or however many plays your money gets you." I would like to reiterate, Rainyday is SATAN. You might have seen me say once or twice around site that there's a few people in these parts who know my name, face, where I live, etc. Rainyday is one of these people, and the fact that Rainy won lotto means we got to go in depths with specifics, like Rainyday knowing what the mall in question has and unfortunately knowing the games I'm good at. This is where the first leakage occurred. The hurricane simulators are nothing special, I wager most of you have seen one. You put in some money, stand in the gigantic capsule, and it starts simulating hurricane winds. It almost ruined my twintails...but it was fun. The wind was cold on my skin which didn't make holding any easier, but luckily I got to just stand there. A few bystanders took notice but mainly didn't care. When I knew for a fact nobody was looking into the capsule I'd cross my legs and hunch the fuck over, occasionally gripping at myself because, you know, verge of wetting myself and all that. My bladder was like a goddamn boulder weighing down my entire lower body pressing on my...you know...wanting out. These winds could not budge this boulder. I also had to grip at my miniskirt constantly for very obvious wind-related reasons. Next up was the chair ride. To elaborate, this is also a simulator. It has like a screen and fans, it blows on your face and the seat itself vibrates, moves, etc. in line with the simulation on screen. In this case, I was virtually on a rollercoaster. Sitting down helped at first, but the vibration sooooorely did not. Luckily this machine is relatively secluded, so I got to stuff both my hands between my legs while the machine made my bladder absolutely suicidal. I'm not sure if I have said this enough or not, but goddammit I needed to PEE. The machine did its job. As I started to hobble over to the DDR machine (Not actually DDR, one of the generic rip offs that is actually just the exact same thing), in the middle of this arcade filled with people, I jolted mid-hobble. To try and describe what happened, it felt like my pelvic floor suddenly steeled itself... My entire body stretched and lurched forward from the sudden tightness in my bladder and below it, and at the height of this, as my legs were knocking together and my body fell forward, my panties got extremely warm extremely fast. Some pee spilled down my thighs, coating my legs and getting on my kneesocks, a fair number of drops pattering on the floor underneath me. In an INSTANT I dropped to a knee, pretending to pick at my boot. The initial impulse was to pretend I was tying my shoe, but my boots have no fucking laces to I had to fake fiddle with the side zipper like a moron. Some dude across the arcade gave me a funny look and I tried to ignore him. Out of my jacket pocket I fished my saving grace: Burger King napkins from earlier! I'm not going to leave a mess behind uncleaned. I wiped it up and stood back up, panting heavily. I was trying so hard to hang on and I had already started losing it. AND I had to go play DDR! DDR was torture. Every step felt like a punch to the bladder and I won't lie, I dribbled a couple of more times while playing it. (I napkinned up after I was done.) But! I managed to finish the song without completely losing control and wetting myself! With a 95% accuracy rating on hardest difficulty, might I add. I'm really good at rhythm games, trivia for you. I normally have no trouble acing this particular song, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy, but certain dribbles soaking my panties and coating my inner thighs caused a fuckup or ten. I got out of the arcade not unscathed, but still ready to continue. Barely. I could feel everything in my bladder about to spill out all over me like niagra falls, getting that sensation where its like you're carrying something heavy and your arms getting tired, but you're only halfway from the car to the house. I was convinced I had no hope. But KozmoFox ain't no quitter. You guys might like the next one! =====CHALLENGE FIVE (6:49 PM) "After that exciting last challenge, here's a calmer one. Type a detailed description (at least 100 words) describing the desperation you're feeling right now. Include this description later in your story, word for word, without correcting any typos. (Maybe if you did something weird and typed up information you don't want shared, you can censor that)." This is self explanatory. I plopped myself on a bench and started pattering away on my phone, on which I have autocorrecty things turned off. Having to describe this made me leak, and I felt it seep out of me and into the back of my skirt in a solid dribble. I almost fucking lost it and completely pissed myself right there typing this. It was utter agony. Here you go, straight from the chat!: "so fucking rainyday is making me write up a fuckin thing on how badly i need to go for this challenge so litsten the fuck up folks let me tell you gravity is fucking KILLING ME i can gfeel it pulsing trying ti get its way out, some of it already has, im extremely damp under this skirt and i have to type this up in puvblic like nothings wrong and just thinking about it is killing me. i just leaked again. i cant stop shaking. i grab at myself whenever i think nobodys looking. im sweating. i cant hold it much longer i sont think but im going to fo my fucking best becuse kozmofox aint no fucking wquitter you heat me" Every bit of that was true and straight from the heart. I was slowly leaking for most of that. Do you know how agonizing it is to be slowly wetting yourself and trying to hold it in, whilst typing up a summary of just how badly you need to go? This did not go unnoticed. I had my legs crossed tight, my jaw clenched, ghostly pale and sweating and fucking bouncing and wiggling and kneading at my legs whenever I wasn't typing, it was not remotely hidden to anyone who looked in my direction. Extremely embarrassing but again...I ain't no quitter. =====CHALLENGE SIX (6:52 PM, was allowed to open early as arcade predictably took longer than 10 minutes.) "We're past the halfway mark. Do you feel you can make it for the next stretch? Fortunately, this one will let you recharge, in a way. Go into the toilet and relieve yourself somehow and let it out for exactly five seconds. After five seconds, do everything you can to stop, no matter what. Maybe this will take some of the pressure off -Bonus: If you relieve yourself somewhere that /isn't/ a toilet, then you can cut five minutes out of the time before you can open the next challenge." I did not even remotely hesitate to take advantage of that bonus. I locked my eyes on the first bathroom I saw, and jogged straight in, hands stuffed between my legs. At this point I wasn't attempting to hide my extreme desperation from the public eye, it was do everything I could to hold it, or I'd completely wet myself dead center of a mall. To my luck, and as I found out afterward, semi cheating, it was a single bathroom. One toilet, not the kind with stalls, just a one person bathroom. Rainyday considered this a mild violation of the rules, as it was not exactly a public area, unlike a stalled bathroom. Rainy understood why I misconstrued that though, especially as earlier one of the challenges almost specifically demanded a private bathroom (Asking to use a staff one) so they let it go. And so did I. This is possibly the least graceful moment of my life. I climbed up onto the sink counter in an absolute, extremely desperate fever, crawling on my hands and knees until I was over the sink. I was positioned like a fucking dog and panting like one too, my beanie fell right off my head. I barely moved my skirt slightly out of the way before I started GUSHING through my panties. Like this was beyond a torrent, I didn't care that I was pissing myself straight through my panties, I needed to get as much out of me into that sink in five seconds as I possibly could. My moans of relief echoed in that tiny bathroom and it felt so good I couldn't even bring myself to feel shame for how this was. It felt orgasmic. Foooor five seconds. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Clamped off. I whined as I shoved my hand into my underwear, doing my best to just STOP PEEING. I spurted twice more, soaking my hand and sleeve, but I stopped. It was so good. I still REALLY needed to pee, but for the moment, I was out of the immediate danger zone. I left the bathroom and walked back to the bench where I left my mug full of water. Yeah remember that? Still a thing. I was still desperate beyond belief, my hands and underwear and even my skirt to a degree were very wet, but I wasn't going anywhere yet. I still had much more to do, and that taste of relief really had me thinking I could pull it off. =====CHALLENGE SEVEN (6:57, got to open it early for completing the bonus!) "Another interaction challenge! You need to have... a tourist mindset? A snapchat one? Basically, ask a passerby to take your picture. I'm not sure whether there's anything in the mall that's worth getting your picture taken in front of, but say it's for a friend, if they ask. Which is the truth, isn't it? If you can't come up with any possible excuse to have someone take a picture or two of you, then ask them for directions to somewhere complicated or far instead. " This one might have been the single easiest. I had just gotten immense relief so I was able to pull it off without being a shaking desperate wet mess! Well...I was wet but this lady could not tell. I smiled, I asked her for two pictures in front of the Valentines display that was still up. She looked to be a soccer mom of sorts, she said she's always wanted someone to ask her to take their picture like this. I handed her my phone, and took my position. Hardest bit was standing completely still, but it was only for a few minutes while she snapped the shots. I just held my hands behind my back, leaned to the side in a cute way, and smiled. Snap snap! Pics taken! This didn't even remotely take 10 minutes, so I just sat back down on a new, different bench, and waited. It should also be noted that this is the period where Rainyday had me drink that mug of water. With my kidneys on overdrive, liquids still cycling through my system, and a new tall glass of water added to the mix, my relief was very short lived. =====CHALLENGE EIGHT (7:07 PM) "Remember the spare pair of underwear I asked you to bring? Go into the bathroom and enter a stall. In the stall, change your underwear to the other pair. Leave the stall and go on your way. Not too hard, hopefully? PS: @Pache says hi. " This also took zero time, but it reintroduced the toilet torture psychology. Given the kidney overdrive had a solid 10 minutes to re-introduce a whole lot of liquid to my bladder, and my bladder and sphincter muscles were just about DEAD, this was the beginning of the end for me. I could barely hold on, period, full stop. Perhaps the volume of pee I was holding in now was less than before, maybe it was more. Point is, I could not reliably hold it anymore, and I found this out when changing my panties of all things. I took my all but destroyed pink panties off and took a look at them. They were dark and saturated entirely from front to back. I placed them in a plastic bag and put them in my backpack. Remember the arcade? Same deal. My pelvic floor screamed at me, my lower body locked up, I fell forward, leaning against the wall and spurted heavily. Given I was wearing no panties it was unimpeded, and shot out, colliding with my thigh and tearing a path down my leg, giving my kneesock a decent soak. I shoved my hand down and kneaded into myself only for another spurt to collide with my hand, causing it to spray in multiple directions and coat my legs. I stayed in that position for a solid 15 seconds before I had decided I had enough control of myself to continue. I put on a fresh pair of grey panties, before taking some toilet paper and wiping the results of my miniature wetting off the floor...Only for me to leak a bunch again when I bent over to do so. The fresh grey panties were only fresh for maybe 10 seconds before I felt the warmness gathering in my underwear and gushed another spurt through them onto the back of my legs and down into my boots. They darkened and were saturated immediately, and not much better off than my original pair. I figured I had just had 3 big leaks in under a minute...that was okay in a bathroom stall, but the public eye? I was mortified that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore, but I was so close to finishing the gauntlet....So I went for it. Unfortunately, I was even more desperate to pee than I had been before the 5 second pee challenge. To quote me: <•KozmoFox> uwaaa i neeed rto fucking pee 7:13 PM so fucking bad 7:13 PM its builty back up 7:13 PM and im grtting tired dowen trhereeeee So you know, I was literally on the verge of wetting myself like the damp little girl I already was, smack dab in the middle of a public mall on a friday night. All I could think was....Fuck. =====CHALLENGE NINE (7:17 PM) "Now time for the second plot device: the coins. Count how many you have so you can remember. Then go to a populated area and 'accidentally' drop them all from torso height. Pick them all back up. No rush." The ten minute wait for this challenge killed me by the way. I was literally sitting on a bench (per the norm) with my legs crossed tightly, a hand stuffed between my legs, bouncing like a MADWOMAN and shaking and sweating, glaring at anyone who DARED look at me, goddammit haven't you ever seen someone need to pee before?! Move along!! •KozmoFox> uwaaa i cant stop fucking bouncing on this benhc 7:16 PM people are looking at me 7:16 PM fuck 7:16 PM look away cunts 7:16 PM im just hyper 7:16 PM thats totally it 7:16 PM hyper 7:16 PM 7:16 PM 7:16 PM lets fucking go 7:17 PM IRS TIME 7:17 PM NEXT 7:17 PM AAAAAAA I stood up from that bench, gravity hit me, and for like the 100th time that night, I nearly wet myself completely on the spot. I legitimately buckled and nearly lost it. But I didn't, I just kept my hand between my legs, pressing on my crotch for dear life despite the numerous people around who could obviously see it, and hobbled on. Remember when I said I had to bring spare change as part of the rules? That came into play here. I was terrified, but I wasn't there to cheat, so I went and found the most populated nearby area I could find; an intersection sort of area between a bunch of very popular stores. There was tons of people milling about everywhere. And like a good little Kozmo, I did what I was told! You have no idea how happy I was that nobody tried to help me. I've never been more thankful for uncaring people in my entire life. It was hard to think about much else, as I was literally about to pee myself. I could feel my lower torso about to burst and the need to pee, the need to just give in and let it all flow out right there was so intense I almost actually did it, despite being surrounded by easily like, 60 people. And so I squatted to begin picking up my coins as fast as I possibly could. It really sucked, as I'm a person who carries a LOT of pocket change. The squatting pretty well squashed my bladder, and I discovered it didn't like that. I felt my panties grow warm and wet from their cold and damp state, and a BIG leak came out of me with a PSSHHH. I was picking up nickels and dimes frantically now, trying to get it over with so I could just stand up and get myself back under control. I managed to stop, but it started again almost as fast as it ended. I was slowly wetting myself in that position where everyone could see me. I knew my backpack was dipping down so nobody could see from behind, but if someone cared to stop and look right underneath me they would see the beginnings of a puddle starting to form. The second I picked up the last dime I just took the entire huge wad of napkins from my pocket, wiped it up, and plopped back on another nearby bench. (Malls have lots of benches) Now I was in a position, on this bench, where I was the most desperate to pee I've ever been in my entire life. My muscles were dead. I couldn't hold it. I COULDN'T hold it. I'm positive my constant leaking was the only thing stopping me from fully exploding, giving me just enough leeway to maintain the basest of my integrity just a biiit longer. The wait for the final challenge was the worst. It was agony. I was rocking back and forth, hand pressed HARD between my legs, when I wasn't typing I was literally like, slamming my fist off my thigh. My skirt was wet, front and back, if I stood up it would have been quite visibly so. I could feel the sweat from the sheer effort of holding all this pee beading at my chin. Some people looked very concerned, probably confused as there was a bathroom RIGHT THERE, but I paid them no attention. I could not. I could not afford to do anything but hold it in, and look at my phone. Anything else and I would pee myself, all over the bench in an INSTANT, and I knew it. I was the strangest mix of mortified and determined I've ever been in my entire life. Just a sneak peek as to my state of mind in chat. back of skirt is wet 7:22 PM i have 7:22 PM to fucking 7:22 PM pee 7:22 PM i cant stop like 7:22 PM slamming fist off my upper legg 7:22 PM when not typing 7:22 PM i cant stay still 7:22 PM i NEED 7:22 PM J< 7:22 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa to grp 7:22 PM to hold 7:22 PM i might not making it 7:22 PM to final challenge 7:22 PM im like opn the fucking brink of about tp piss myself 7:22 PM J So yeah, as far as I knew, this was the absolute end. =====CHALLENGE TEN (7:27 PM) "Final challenge! This isn't actually anything too exciting, I tried to arrange the challenges in a good paced order and this just ended up being left over. Go into the bathroom and use the sink to wash your hands for two minutes. You don't need to repeatedly soap them, but you have to keep them in the sink, under running water. If you leak at all during this challenge, you have to stop and leave the bathroom immediately, wait two minutes, and try again. If you leak the second time, then I guess that's this specific challenge failed. But maybe if you've lasted this long without anything worse happening, you could go for the final stretch Remember the passage from the starting rules: You're free to relieve yourself wherever and however you like - as long as it's not a toilet. However, when everything is done, you have to go out into the mall parking lot before you do anything else - it's up to you whether you do it there, or if you think you can manage to get somewhere else in time. Also, once you've made it to wherever you want to go, before you relieve yourself, there's one last bonus challenge to read and try. Open it when you get there." This following challenge might have been the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. We all know at this point I'm desperate, I'm sweaty and fidgety and whimpery and reaaally soaked. I've leaked at this point more times than I can count, and my skirt/panties/knee socks/boots are suffering DEARLY for it. Honestly, if I were wearing pants, it could have been considered a major accident at the arcade, it would have been extremely visible. At least wearing a skirt and these particular colors it was less obvious. Well, not any more. The front and back are drenched at this point, even this second pair of underwear is beyond saving, and my very visible bare legs are covered in glistening streaks down to my significantly damn knee socks, and I'm sitting there slowly dribbling and leaking more and more into my panties and skirt praying none is getting out to hit the floor. And even after all that, at this moment, I'm more desperate than I have been in my entire life. One more challenge. <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leakage is happengin 7:24 PM i can feel iyt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa i dont dare look down to see if any is escapeing skirt 7:24 PM C<> 7:24 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa fucfccckkk 7:24 PM i have a hdn buried btween my legs and theres people just glangince at me while they walk bu 7:24 PM i cant stop wiggling I get up off my bench and try to bolt to the bathroom. Nice try, me. Easily the biggest leak yet. Almost worthy of being called a full on accident. In that instant, my bladder completely gave out for a single moment. I felt a rush of pee spray out of me and into my underwear, ignoring the obstacle as if it weren't there. It gushed straight down my leg like a tidal wave, you know the kind. Its clinging to your leg but the torrent almost looks like it wants to break off? It streamed right across the back of my leg, tearing a line of heat down my sock and I felt under my foot inside my boot get a bit squishy. I barely got it back under wraps. I HEARD it splatter onto the ground, it was near deafening. I didn't dare turn back. I told myself I'd clean it up in a moment, I couldn't bear to see if anyone had seen. As my hand was in its near permanent position between my legs when I had my mid-stride accident, the front of my skirt that was stuffed there was soaked beyond repair. My giant stain of shame was there for the world to see, although I knew that through the course of the evening, the back was likely far, FAR worse. And so, I attempted the challenge. I started washing my hands, as my legs jiggled and danced, wet and cold as they were. I was going good for a solid 30 seconds when a girl exited a stall and started washing her hands too. Didn't take long for her to look at me. I stared back like a deer in the headlights. "Are....Are you okay?" I nodded as frantically as I could, hands still in the water. I maintained eyecontact with her as the warm water started fucking me over. I started peeing myself, quite badly, all while nodding at her. I just couldn't hold it. I removed my hands from under the water and felt a torrent drench my panties and thighs as it started soaking my socks. She didn't look down, so I'm not sure if she saw the puddle rapidly forming at my feet, but she quickly left. The second the door shut I fell to my knees, stuffed my hands and skirt between my legs, further drenching the skirt but managing to stop the flow. It was bad, but remember the rules. I got it under control, it wasn't a whole lot when compared to the absolute ocean about to explode my bladder, so I was still in the game. Even my jean sleeves were dark at the cuffs, it was humiliating. But I wasn't done yet. I hadn't lost. I could finish the gauntlet. I took some paper towel and cleaned my puddle. I took more, went back out into the mall, got on my hands and knees, and cleaned up my other puddle. I told passerbys I had spilled water, even though there was an old lady across the way that was there beforehand, eying me suspiciously. I leaked more while I was on my hands and knees there, tiny trails streaming down my inner thighs around sensitive areas...I just couldn't reliably hold it, I was that desperate. I was in control one moment, absolutely not the next. I managed to clean everything up, and went back in the bathroom for attempt two. 2 agonizing minutes of the most intense desperation I've ever experienced. My bladder was screaming at me with all the fury of the seven hells to just piss all over the floor where I was standing and just give it some goddamn relief. But I couldn't. I was so close. The entire time, I stared myself in the mirror just muttering. "Don't pee. Don't pee. Don'-- Don't you dare fucking pee." I think someone came in and took a stall at some point. I didn't care. Finishing this challenge was all I cared about. And you know what? I did it. I did it and I almost cried and I immediately messaged Rainyday asking if I was allowed to pee. Guess what? Nope! Remember the rule? I had to go to the parking lot or somewhere else outside. Only then could I relieve myself. I hobbled to the nearest exit, leaking the whole way. Every step I'd spurt a little. I just could not hold it. I was no longer in complete control and I was not getting complete control back. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. Step, dribble. You're probably imagining this in a slow dramatic fashion but it was more like 3 steps a second with little bits of pee shooting out of me every go. I was frothing at the mouth. My face felt hot and blushy, my blood racing and rushing, I was drooling and sputtering and moaning and groaning I was just so close and I didn't care who saw. I was a wet desperate mess of a human being, constantly peeing just a little against my own control. My boots squishing every step. I took careful measures to not leave a trail, making sure if my panties and skirt didn't catch it, my jacket sleeves did. Hunched over, knockkneed and hobbling with my hands pressed into my crotch, many would see me and think a walk of shame. Nah, man. I was still going. I had completed the final challenge and was on the home stretch. This was a walk of victory. On a side note? Bladder bulge was ridiculous. I've always seen pictures and been like, why don't I ever have something like that when I hold? Those look ridiculous how does a person hold enough to look like they have an alien inside them? Tonight I finally understood. Jeeeesus. Before I knew it, I was at the car. I opened the final bonus challenge. =====LAST BONUS CHALLENGE (7:39 PM) "Again, nothing too exciting. You've made it to the end, lasted through everything, etc. Well done! So, you can last a bit longer. The bonus challenge is easy: just wait for five more minutes here, and then you can go. Good luck." I read those words and literally, for a brief moment and time, wanted to actually die. It was so tempting. I was in the car lot, next to the car, completely soaked already and just free of the mall and of people and I could just let go right there. But I had come so far, and I wasn't going to allow this to tarnish my victory. Didn't stop me from bitching about it like crazy though. It was so hard. I leaned against the car, one hand holding my area between my legs in a vice grip for dear life, the other holding the phone and reading the encouragement. Reminder that the chat wasn't just Rainyday, several Omo.org friends came to witness my monumental challenge and offer me encouragement and support the whole way through. And they kept telling me. "Come on Crim, you can do it!" "You made it to the end, you can do 5 more minutes!" "You're doing great, keep it up!" "Make us proud, Crim." <--- All of these are direct quotes, by the way. I had a cheerleading squad that made tonight do-able. I would actually like to take this moment to thank @JustCallum, @Rainyday, @Pache, and absolutely NOT @blooper for being the best company and emotional support during an epic Omorashi challenge gauntlet a gal could ask for. Feat. @Lisk who showed up, said like one sentence, and left. Let me tell you guys. I leaked and dribbled and sputtered the entire time. Some spurts were bigger than others, including a notable momentary loss of control where I peed myself for a solid 3 seconds, a torrent destroying any dry fabric left on me as I just moaned into my car window, fogging it up. The cold window felt so nice against my sweaty head. It was around this moment I realized I had somehow, at some point, gotten my T-shirt wet. Figures, given I had been constantly and slowly wetting myself since I had left the fuckin' bathroom after challenge 10. Notable quotes from me, trying to distract myself from the desperate agony, by talking about my desperate agony, because I'm goddamned stupid: KozmoFox> uwaaa im going to piss werywhere 7:36 PM okay <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ohnfuck 7:39 PM i fuck 7:39 PM i dotnt hink 7:39 PM i can 7:39 PM wait 7:39 PM 5 mirwe <•KozmoFox> uwaaa leaking 7:39 PM on ground <•KozmoFox> uwaaa gushed down leffss <•KozmoFox> uwaaa but 7:41 PM regained •KozmoFox> uwaaa i eekp fucking spurting im gonnsa die <•KozmoFox> uwaaa ive ltierslly been slowly peeing myself since i left building hwo am i still 7:43 PM holding <•KozmoFox> uwaaa Rainy 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM when can i 7:44 PM please •KozmoFox> uwaaa pleas ei cant hold it 7:44 PM when •KozmoFox> uwaaa when 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM rainy 7:44 PM fucking 7:44 PM say 7:44 PM when 7:44 PM plesse You can probably tell that by the end there I was completely losing control. I hadn't been able to actually hold it for quite awhile at this point, but then? Any semblance of control I had left was slipping. By the time I was doing the single word messages at the bottom, I was steadily and thoroughly pissing myself next to the car, it was streaming down my legs and splashing across my feet and all over the pavement. I was going to say you could 20 seconds ago 7:44 PM But I had to answer your question 7:44 PM You wiiinnnnnn------ 7:44 PM K<•KozmoFox> uwaaa CAN I OR CAN I NO 7:44 PM FUCK Final time: 1:45 of constant desperate agony, from opening the first email, to being told I'm allowed to pee. In this situation, the word "FUCK" coincides with me LITERALLY exploding. The second I read "You win", I couldn't even remotely hold on if I tried. The words registered, my body completely let go. I started peeing full force. And peeing, and peeing, and peeing. Power-peeing, if you will. I didn't so much as move my arm, my entire lower body got soaked, re-soaked, and soaked again in seconds. My panties had no hope against this barrage, I had like three streams going, from off the backs of both knees and through my skirt into my hand, into an extremely heavy stream hitting the ground with all it had. My socks could absorb no more. I actually stepped out of my boots and just stood my soft feet in the growing lake of my making. After like 30 seconds I removed my hand and just relaxed my entire body, letting it flow from straight between my legs onto the ground below. Someone walked by and totally saw that part, but trust me, I was so relieved I could give less of a shit. I felt goddamn humiliated afterwards, sure, but at that moment I didn't care. This relief was worth an orgasm and a half, I felt like I had literally been reborn. By the time I was halfway done I was so relieved and relaxed I could have napped. By the time I was done, I was standing in a lake that would make a hurricane jealous. I actually almost did nap, I couldn't bring myself to start driving so I just sat in the car in my wet clothes and the heat on for like half an hour, just leaning back and chatting in IRC, enjoying not being on the brink of wetting myself like a little girl for the first time in maybe 2 hours. Of course, I had just done exactly that, but who cares? I was also, naturally, PAINFULLY aroused, but this is not the place for that, that's not what this tale is about. I eventually pulled it together, stripped off my bottoms, and drove home like that, where I am now writing about my lovely evening. Reminder one final time. Rainyday is satan. I won't be doing requests like this again for a very long time, if ever again, but damn. To paraphrase myself from the first experience I wrote like 2 years ago... this was the scariest, most exciting wetting I've ever done. I'm likely never going to do a hold like this again. I think this hold, this experience, is my magnum opus. My Mona Lisa. It won't be topped by anything I do. Not to be full of myself, but I don't think anything like this exists on the experiences forum, and I'm extremely proud of myself. I put my body and soul (and self-esteem) on the line for you guys. I hope I did you all proud. I hope I captured what omorashi.org is all about today. Thank you all for reading this long as hell tale that might as well be a novel, for sticking with me this long, and for just overall being awesome people. This has been Kozmo-Lotto 4!~ Please tell me what you thought, drop a comment, shoot a message, whatever!! ^^ I love you all, and I hope you have an amazing day!
  4. 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.... ========================================================================================================================================
  5. 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!"
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
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  9. Recently found this vid of a very curvy gal deliberately holding a full bladder while wearing skin tight jeans:
  10. View File Female soldier pisses in her skintight shorts Found this off another website with this title. A japanese woman who was described as some type of security officer get desperate and eventually wets herself when she can no longer hold it. Submitter AD51 Submitted 01/30/2016 Category Female Wetting  
  11. 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….
  12. View File Torture in The Gym - Love Wetting Here is another one of those Love Wetting videos for you all. The torture contests have been far more popular than wettings based on real life stories so we filmed another one while we were in the gym with Nathaly. Today's prize is CZK 10,000 (about USD 400). Valentina will be giving various tasks to Nathaly and will try her best to make Nathaly pee herself. Nathaly has to hold it because everytime she pees the prize is lowered by CZK 1000. These contests are based on improvisations so watch the video yourself to see how it went - and how it ended. Submitter OscaMen Submitted 12/08/2015 Category Female Wetting  
  13. View File In the elevator Nathaly's boyfriend has asked her to kindly pick up some documents that he has forgotten in his office earlier today. It's late in the evening, the building is already empty and Nathaly is so desperate to pee that she even forgets the code that unlocks the elevator. She phones her boyfriends, explains her situation and is really happy to hear that all the toilets are open even in the night. But everything is like in slow motion for her and it takes ages before she enters the elevator. She is just seconds away from the toilets... but will she make it? ENJOY! Submitter OscaMen Submitted 01/31/2016 Category Female Wetting  
  14. 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!!!!!
  15. This is both a search and opinion article. First question is, what are the bound2burst videos (besides to pee or not to pee) that you believe are 100% real pee holding accidents even though technically "staged." Which ones are or look the genuine most real to you. I refuse to buy anything less from them. In general whether you find the video you can post it here, or lead me in the direction of where to buy it, or even just talk about the most genuine pee holding accidents you can find. I'm not talking about ones where they stand there open legged peeing going "oh my god I can't hold it" with a fake tone, but the ones that try to hold it until the point they can't. Even if you don't have or can't find it describe it. I want to share ideas and see what people come up with related to this topic. All are welcome! I'm just looking for the absolute best of the best.
  16. 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.
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    As my post promised in that one thread, here it is, a smoking and wetting video from yours truly. Also shows my feet at various times if you're into that ;) Really needed to go, hated to waste it, so decided to throw on some light-colored jeans, light up a smoke, sit down in my No Way Out chair, and try to read the chapter I've been working on. There are only two omo scenes in it, but I only made it to the first one before I started pissing myself a little. I wanted to hold on longer, but Doody (my roommate) came home, so I had to just let go.

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  18. 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.
  19. As some of you guys may know, I've started selling videos of me peeing myself to earn some extra cash. Sadly, I live at home still, and its pretty hard to find the time where I'm totally alone and can just let go. Today, I was making a video for someone on here, and I figured the best time to do it would be when my family was out with my grandpa celebrating his birthday, especially since I wasn't able to go due to a bad cough I have. I started drinking lemonade as soon as my mom and sister left, and a lot of it too! Sometimes it takes me three bottles of iced tea to get desperate, and I didn't have the time for that, that's almost three liters of juice to drink and I didn't have much time. So I chugged back almost two liters in less than half an hour, hoping that I could get desperate fast. It didn't work as well as I wanted, so I decided to try out one of those flash things that someone posted about using the other day. My biggest problem with that was I get distracted easily and I didn't like how I couldn't press done as soon as I finished a glass of water, and instead I had to wait up to five minutes. So I started playing agar.io (you know, that game with the cells eating the other cells) and checking back at the flash once in a while. When I got to having to press down on my bladder, I knew I was going to have to get ready to start filming. So I went to my room, quickly changed to a pair of light blue jeans that I don't wear, and got set up, all the while with my hands in my crotch not trying to let out any leaks. So I finally got everything together and I started letting go as slowly as possible, when just then, I heard my mom and sister walk in. I didn't realize how late it was! They left at 4:30 and it was already 6:30 and they were home! I didn't know what to do! My blanket was in the living room since it was cold, so I ha no option. I could already hear my mom walking up the stairs. So I quickly finished the video, sprayed perfume in my room, and lit a stick of incense. I was just pulling off my wet clothes when my mom walked into my room. "Why are you getting dressed so late?" she asked "I need to pick up money from dad and I accidentally fell asleep wearing that outfit" Thank god she didn't notice anything, although I think I'm just going to stick to wetting late at night when everyones asleep instead
  20. 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.
  21. 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.
  22. The wet ski trip Fiona awoke one morning with a strange feeling around her crotch, something she thought that she had outgrown for years now. She had wet the bed. She is 18 years old, she is quite short with blonde hair and a nice pear-shaped body. She had never thought that she looked or acted her own age and the fact that she had wet the bed the night before she was going to a ski trip with her best friend Tina and Tina’s family that she had known since kindergarten didn’t help. Fiona has a past with bedwetting but she thought it had stopped for good when she turned 14. She looked at the alarm clock and jumped out of the bed. Tina was going to pick her up at any minute now. Fiona guessed that this occurred because she was so excited about the ski trip last night and wanted to sleep early so she went to bed at 9 pm. Before that she was up with her family and watched the series “Friends”. She drank a lot of soda that night and then she couldn’t fall asleep. She was up until 11 pm before she got too tired to even be excited anymore. “It had to be the soda and the fact that I didn’t pee for so long before I feel asleep. It didn’t help the fact that I literally passed out of exhaustion.” She thought. There she was, 18 years old and she wet the bed and her friend is coming any minute. How will she be able to hide this? Not only from Tina but from her family. She has an 9-year-old little sister that has kept her bed dry for years now. The only solution she had was to text Anna, her sister’s mom. (They don’t have the same mom.) And ask her to fix it after she left for the ski trip. As embarrassing as it was she really didn’t want her friend or her sister to know about this. She packed the night before so after her quick shower she got a text from her friend saying that she and her family was outside. Fiona hurried to her room to get dressed and she could smell the pee when she opened the door. “I just hope that my sister doesn’t wake up before my mom and decides to walk in here” she thought to herself. She got dressed fast and went to the door. Well outside of the house she was greeted by her best friend and told her to get in the car so they start their trip. It was a 10-hour car trip with a full packed car with four people in it. The people other than Fiona herself and her friend Tina was Tina’s Mom and Dad. Tina has a much older sister Emma that is 30 years old that has a 7-year-old son and a husband that will meet them at the cabin as well. They had so much fun that she almost forgot to text her mom about the accident. She wrote: “Hi Anna! I’m on my way to the ski trip and it’s going to be a blast but I have one problem. I don’t know what happened last night but I accidently wet the bed. Can you please clean my mattress and everything else for me? I was in such a hurry this morning that I didn’t have the time for that. Sorry. Can you please keep this between us as well? I feel really embarrassed about it.” Anna answered: “Sorry to hear this Hun. I will clean everything right away and I don’t think your sister has noticed anything. You did drink quite a lot of soda last night, maybe you should try to avoid drinking to much before bedtime during the trip? Love you.” She got so embarrassed about what Anna wrote to her. “Did she think that I was going to wet the bed again? I haven’t done that since I was 14 and she knows that better than anyone. She checked my fucking wet diapers every morning… Okay there was that one time when I was drunk and passed out on the couch when I came home but that was understandable right? I had never been that drunk before and didn’t know any better.” She thought to herself. She tried to forget what Anna had said and didn’t care about what she thought. She will do whatever she wants to do. After a while of reading she started getting desperate to pee. She hadn’t gone since her accident and more than a couple of hours had passed since then. They stopped for only an hour ago, but she didn’t need to go that bad then, so she decided to hold it in for now. 30 minutes later she’s almost bursting. Her friend started noticing her strange behavior and asked what was wrong. Fiona said that she had to pee and asked the driver if they could stop. The driver was Tina’s dad and he told her that they are soon going to stop to eat in about half an hour and that she surely could hold it until that. Fiona didn’t have any more to say and just started to hold it as good as she could. 20 minutes has passed and she is bursting right now. She tries so hard to hold it and has a hand firmly on her crotch. They finally arrived at McDonalds so she could go to the bathroom but another car almost crashed into them at the parking lot and Tina’s dad had to do a quick break and the force from the car made Fiona gasp and let out a little pee. It wasn’t much and she didn’t see any pee stain on her pants so she was lucky. When she finally got to the restroom she almost had an accident trying to get her pants off. A little bit more pee came into her panties as she jacked of her pants. She was so relieved when she let loose in the toilet, well most of it in the toilet anyway. When she was done, and started putting her pants and panties back on she saw that her panties were soaked. They were literally drained in pee. She had no choice but to toss them in the trash and only have pants on but she thought that she would manage because she mostly sat in the car anyway. It’s not like she had to go very far, only when she needed the bathroom. She was quite thirsty after not having anything to drink because of her screaming bladder so she ordered one large soda and then she ordered a milkshake to go with the food. Once back on the road again after having been reading for the last 2 hours she started feeling a tiny sensation in her bladder but it wasn’t much and she started getting tired so she drifted off to sleep. She woke up in horror realizing what happened. It hadn’t even been 24 hours and she had peed herself in her sleep again. She woke up by her friend pushing her and told her that she had wet herself. She was devastated and started crying. Tina didn’t try to be mean but she didn’t want to sit next to her with pee everywhere so her dad stopped the car and she cleaned the car as good as she could and had to sit in her pee stained jeans and a towel for the remaining of the trip. The jeans were very unconformable while wet and she could smell her pee for the rest of the trip. She was a bit sad that she peed herself in her sleep again and really embarrassed because it happened in front of her best friend. “She could probably see the whole thing and see my pants getting darker and wetter.” Fiona thought. Tina knew that Fiona wet the bed a lot before but she also knows that it was several years ago, since she last heard of an accident from Fiona. Fiona didn’t know what was happening and was worried about the rest of her trip. They finally arrived at the cabin where they would stay for a week and Fiona quickly got in to take a shower. After her shower, Emma, Tina’s sister, her child and husband arrived at the cabin. Fiona didn’t even think about the possibilities that Emma and her family could have been here before us and witness my wet pants. She imagined herself getting out of the car and into the cabin and being greeted by Emma and her 7-year-old son in obviously wet pants. “Her kid was 7 and I am sure that he had stayed dry for the whole trip.” Fiona thought and was disappointed at herself. It was getting late and Fiona was tired so she went to bed straight away. She wanted to go to bed out of embarrassment as well. Everyone was nice about her accident but she just wanted to be alone for now. She and Tina shared room but had separate beds. Fiona was scared to wet the bed this night as well and couldn’t fall asleep. After worrying for a while and thinking about what Tina and her family would say if she wet the bed at the cabin. But she hadn’t had any fluids all day since McDonalds and made sure to go to the bathroom before going to the bed so she should be alright she thought. The next morning when she woke up she was so relieved that the bed still was dry. She hasn’t been this happy about having a dry bed since she was 14. The embarrassing part was that Tina asked if she had wet the bed that morning, she has always been a bit of a teaser but I know that she cares about me. She has never told anyone about my secret and I am extremely thankful because of that. They went down to get breakfast and everyone stared at her for a while in the morning “Maybe they expected me to be a bedwetter? Maybe they thought that I had diapers with me for the night? I couldn’t stop thinking about what others thought about me and that was a huge problem for me.” Fiona thought. The day went on and they were finally going to go skiing. She got dressed and had so many layers of clothes on her and even a big overall as well. She went out to ski and had one of the best days in her life. She started getting desperate to pee but she knew that there were only an hour left for skiing and she didn’t want to go to the toilet and back since that would take too much of her time. She decided to hold it but was starting to get desperate. Her bladder was screaming at her when Tina asked if they could go one more time together. Of course, she could go one more time, she is not a little baby that can’t hold her pee. she thought about herself. and went up with the lift. The only problem was that the lift got stuck. The lift got stuck halfway up and they weren’t moving anymore. “Tina this is bad and I really need to use the bathroom. I might have an accident if the lift doesn’t start moving soon.” Fiona said. Tina teased her a bit at first and told her that she should be in diapers then if she can’t hold her bladder. She noticed how sad Fiona got when she mentioned diapers so she quit and just sat there instead. Fiona has a haunting past with diapers. She had worn diapers every night until she was 14 and would often wear diapers at car trips until that age as well and she hated it. Fiona’s desperation started increasing and she was holding a hand inside her overall do try and hold it. She knew that she wasn’t going to make it to the bathroom if the lift wasn’t going to start moving soon. The lift started moving a couple of minutes later and she believed that she could hold it even though it took a couple of minutes getting to the bathroom. She had totally forgot that she must ski down the slope before she could reach the bathroom. They were at the top of the slope and couldn’t think of anything than to get to a bathroom in time. She was embarrassed even thinking about having another accident in front of Tina. She had even started leaking a bit in her pants to be honest but since she has so much clothes on her no one knew. The first half of the slope went well and she could hold herself but then when she got near the end she felt herself losing it a little and a spurt of pee came out of her in her pants. She panicked when this happened and she lost control of the skis and fell to the ground. She twisted around a lot in the snow and finally stopped almost at the end of the slope. Fiona felt okay though, she felt a lot better than before she fell. She gasped as she understood why she felt much better. Her bladder had failed her and was still peeing as she laid on the ground. She could see the snow turn yellow around her and everything got a lot warmer. she started crying. As relieved as she was she couldn’t stop crying. She must have looked like a 7-year-old at that moment and she could feel everyone’s eyes staring at her, judging her. There she was, having her third accident in two days. She was devastated. This time it wasn’t even in her sleep, she wet herself because she didn’t make it to the bathroom in time. When Tina came to help her she noticed the accident instantly when she saw the yellow snow around Fiona and the fact that she had an turquoise overall that got pretty soaked and became a lot darker. Tina and Fiona was the last people to come down that slope and the whole family waited for them to be done so everyone witnessed her embarrassing accident as well. This is my first ever story and I want to keep writing on this. It is still in its early stage but I feel that I must evolve on my writing skills. I really want to become better but I don’t know how. I have some ideas like adding more dialog between the characters since upon reading my text a few times i noticed that the characters rarely speak to each other. I will get better at that for the next chapter. And I don’t know anything about chapters as well. When is it good to end a chapter? We have a lovely community here and I want to become a part of it for sure! Please don’t just say all the bad things I would be happy if you said something nice as well. And no English isn’t my primary language I am a 19-year-old guy from Sweden. Thanks for reading!
  23. 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
  24. 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...]
  25. 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"