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  1. Female

    Hi everyone, here's some things!
  2. Hello, Here to bring you a favorite of mine that I have recently made. I love the way she can just let go so easily :) Cheers! L&N Thong Wetting.flv
  3. Actually I see video like this for the first time. It's about a girl who wets her panties while she has another pair stuffed in her p****. There is nudity for a second or two in the end of the video. https://eroshare.com/k0h98hn0
  4. For anyone who prefers female instances of it (or likes both) For me, it's either jeans, skintight pants, skintight shorts (whether short or long), or jean shorts. (This is my first forum thread because I'm new here, so I don't know if this has been done before, but I haven't found a thread like this, only its male equivalent)
  5. [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  6. 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
  7. Okay guys, here's my thread :D I know that a lot of people want to see more bulges, myself included, so here's a thread for exactly that. I'll try and upload my own photos once or twice a week, in different outfits and the like :) Also, everyone is welcome, male, female, anyone :) (Even cats, Rini) Rules of this thread; Feel free to post your own bulges; the more the merrier! However, please refrain from uploading photos you've found on the internet. I'm trying to encourage participation from the members on the site, so yeah. Anyway, to start our ball rolling, here's a photo I took a few days ago. Please enjoy my thread! xo Kay
  8. “You’re awake.” said a deep, yet imperial voice. Minty’s eyes opened to the dark marble ceiling of the admission room. It was poorly lit, only a few blazing torches lining the walls. As she arose from the bed upon which she laid, Minty’s nostrils were greeted by the scent of old stone, rusted steel as well as the faint odor of blood. “Do you know where you are?” asked the voice. Minty looked around the room. There didn’t appear to be anyone around. “I’m… in the Arena of Desperate Battles, right?” she asked. “That is correct.” said the voice. “You will be fighting against opponents in gladiator-style combat.” Minty nodded. “But it’s like a video game, right? No one actually dies?” “That is correct.” said the voice. “But should you be bested by your opponent, you will still feel death’s sting before you reawaken here.” Minty got from the bed she was laying on, but as she pulled the covers off, she was instantly greeted by the sight of her own bare body. “Wh-Why am I naked!?” she cried, pulling the covers back over her body. “The warriors of this arena do not need the encumbrance of armor or clothing. Modesty has no place in combat.” “All I have is my sword and my pistol then…” “And that is all you will need.” Minty stepped out of the bed, not bothering to cover her body. On a table at the other end of the room, lay a short sword with an ebony hilt, as well as a handgun. “Then I will reclaim my honor!” she said, holding her sword before her. “There is… uh… one other thing.” said the voice. “What’s that?” “It’s something of an… alternate victory condition.” Minty gives the voice a puzzled look. “You see, you can also claim victory if you can make your opponent… urinate.” “Ehhh!?” Minty’s look of puzzlement grew. “I win if my opponent pees!?” “Yes.” said the voice. “The combatants’ bladders will be filling at higher rate than normal. By the same token, you will lose the match if you lose control of your bladder as well.” “So that’s why it’s called the ‘Arena of Desperate Battles’ huh?” Minty nodded. “All right… That seems weird, but I think I got it.” “Very well!” the voice booms. “Then select your first opponent!” You are Minty Chip. You have come to the Arena of Desperate battles in hopes of gaining prestige as a warrior, fighting against various characters of the OmoCommando Universe. There is a twist, however. Not only is a combatant eliminated for having their HP reduced to 0, but they enter battle with rapidly filling bladders. If a combatant empties her bladder in the middle of battle, she automatically loses the match. If a combatant leaks or spurts, she is given a penalty. Upon receiving three penalties, the combatant forfeits the match. As Minty wins battles, she will gain experience and can increase her abilities. The higher an ability, the better Minty will perform in battle. These abilities include: Melee: Overall skill with close range combat, whether it be with a sword, hand-to-hand or any other weapon used at close range. Magic: The ability to cast spells. (At level 1, Minty only knows a basic fire spell. As this level grows, she will learn new spells which will be explained during level-up) Ranged: Overall skill with ranged weaponry, such as guns and bows. Endurance: The ability to endure hits and fight fatigue. Holding: The overall ability to hold one’s pee during a fight, as well as retain bladder control upon be struck in certain sensitive areas. Speed: A general measure of a combatant’s quickness and evasiveness. How to play: Once the opponent is selected and the battle begins, the audience will vote on a battle strategy for her to use that best suits the situation. Most of what I provide will be basic actions such as “sword”, “gun” or “magic” but feel free to provide more elaborate strategies. As battles goes on, the fighters will grow over closer to peeing themselves. Is this going to be violent and bloody? No. It’s a fetish site. Think of this more like comical RPG combat. And as far as pictures go, I’ll probably only be doing one or two so I’m not overwhelmed by things and abandon it like previous stories. We will see how far this goes. Select your opponent: Opponents: World tier: Nikki: Current Arena champion. Fast, deadly melee combatant with exceptional magic skills and a remarkable ability to hold her pee during a fight. In spite of her petit appearance, Nikki is undoubtedly one of the most powerful warriors in the arena. Be prepared for a difficult fight. Current Record: 54 Wins; 44 KO, 10 Peeing || 3 Losses; 0 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Isabel: Special operations soldier of the Republic Fleet with a deadly aim; her ranged combat abilities are unparalleled, but also sports impressive hand-to-hand fighting abilities and even some minor magic capabilities. She can take an amazing amount of abuse in a fight, though her ability to retain bladder control during lengthy matches is average at best. Current Record: 47 Wins; 39 KO, 8 Peeing || 7 Losses; 3 KO, 4 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Natsumi: A mysterious warrior who hails from the outer rim. Known for her peerless swordsmanship and uncanny reflexes, she is a challenge for even the most seasoned of warriors. Also known for impressive endurance and a bladder of steel, Natsumi is a formidable gladiator of the Arena. Current Record: 48 Wins; 36 KO, 12 Peeing || 8 Losses; 5 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 21 Major Tier Erika: An arcane trickster and handy thief from a faraway land. She sports a rapier as well as a bow and arrow, while also wielding some illusory magic abilities. She specializes in no one area but still leads the major tier. Current Record: 24 Wins; 7 KO, 17 Peeing || 13 Losses; 10 KO, 3 Peeing Total Rank: 18 Leila: A rookie cop and dedicated younger sister. Leila is a great shot, has decent hand-to-hand skill, and a rather impressive level of endurance. Her ability to hold in the midst of battle is nothing to scoff at either. Current Record: 21 Wins; 12 KO, 9 Peeing || 7 Losses; 4 KO, 3 Peeing Rayna: A girl who was given the gift of magic through genetic experimentation, she sports a wide array of magic abilities. Nearly every other skill she has, however, is a bit lacking. Especially her ability to hold her pee. Current Record: 14 Wins; 13 KO, 1 Peeing || 12 Losses; 2 KO, 10 Peeing Minor Tier Emma: An diligent medical student and intellectual girl, but Emma is no stranger to combat. She knows how to shoot and she knows how to throw a good kick, in addition to knowing a bit of healing magic. Her pee-holding abilities, however, are in question. Current Record: 14 Wins; 9 KO, 5 Peeing || 15 Losses; 8 KO, 7 Peeing Sammy: A young girl and relatively new fighter, but has shown some fair promise in the use of magic. Due to her physical build, however, she is relatively weak in other areas, including holding Current Record: 3 Wins; 2 KO, 1 Peeing || 3 Losses; 1 KO, 2 Peeing Aimee: A pop-idol who decided to participate in order to gain a bit of publicity at the behest of her agent. In spite of having decent combat abilities, the strength of her bladder is horribly lacking. Current Record: 1 Win; 1 KO, 0 Peeing || 30 Losses; 2 KO, 28 Peeing Edit: Emma nerfed, Aimee win/loss record updated
  9. It's been a while since my rounding-up of the Laura story and her unlucky first workday culminating in her boss's car, due to no fault but my own negligence, so it's about time I'd start on a new entry as promised. For those who are wondering what I'm talking about or simply want to refresh their memory regarding the premise of it all, I refer to the first entry in this thread (and, by all means, the following story itself, not to mention the arc story referred to therein) . Now I thought I'd jump back a bit, only a little though, in time to Catherine's first office assistant Hannah. This day was supposed to be Hannah's highlight yet at her new job as a confident young office lady, since the whole company was centering around a big presentation in which she was to take part. How will she fare? Read on and find out, hope you like it!
  10. Right, so, I havent ever really been much more than a lurker on here, except for a few fairly crappy fictions and a couple of Experiences, so I guess no one really knows me. Lately I've been looking for interesting fanfics and I noticed a peculiar thing: Star Wars Omo fanfics are almost non-existant. This surprised me quite a bit since it has such a huuge fanbase. I noticed a recent one though, which I liked quite a lot, except, I wasnt extremely fond of the concept. Never been one for stormtroopers or the gunfight part. I'm all about them Jedis and Siths. Buut, enough about that,lets go on to the main topic here. This story takes place in the EU [Extended Universe], more precicely, in the KOTOR universe. For those who don't know it happens millions of years before the movies, where siths and jedis are portrayed much much more powerful. So let me get started. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... 300 years have passed since the war that had raged on for ages had finally come to an end, with the Republic coming out as victorious and the New Sith Empire was no more. The Jedi order has been restored to its former glory, taking force sensitive children in for training from all over the galaxy. The young jedi padawan Lilianne Ashok is now at her 18th year and has just arrived on Tython to begin her Jedi training under Jedi Master Alain Shan. But peace does not last forever, and the Sith always lurk in the shadows waiting for their time to rise back....... Lilianne sat in her seat, with her face squashed on the shuttle window. She'd never seen anything so beautiful before, mountains, trees and old mysterious temples all over. She had read about all of it though, but never did she envision it so glorious. She could barely sit still, this was her big day, her eighteenth birthday and the day she finally began real jedi training. But that wasn't the only reason she couldn't sit still. She had had to use the bathroom ever since they entered hyperspeed, which was hours ago. She had never held it that long, but she wasn't too bohered by it because of all the excitement. They did offer diapers for long flights like these, but the young padawan found it way too embarassing to put on a diaper just for a 3 hour flight, she was 18 now. The shuttle lowered it's flight as it engaged the landing station. The change in levitation always made her belly tingle. The shuttle hovered over a landing pad and lowered slowly. The landing was rough though, as always. The sudden bump surprised Lilianne though. She let out a little gasp as she felt a little pee make it's way into her panties, dampening them a bit. She blushed. She hoped no one noticed that. She quickly forgot about it though and rushed out as soon as the door opened. When she got outside, the brown-haired girl was greeted by a robot. "This way, please!" The robot started walking towards a building a few steps away from the shuttle. The door automatically opened, giving a peculiar "Swoosh" sound. The first thing she saw when she entered the building was a counter, behind it, a woman. Lilianne wasn't sure if it was a human or a robot. The woman looked mostly human, but she had no hair and her left eye was mechanical. As she approached the woman behind the counter, she noticed that it wasn't only the eye that was cybernetic, but almost all of her left side was. "You must be Lilianne!" the woman said. "Are you excited to begin your Jedi training?" "The hell I am!" she replied. "Where do I go? Also, is there a bathroom here nearby?" "There is the staff bathroom, but I am afraid I can't let you use that. There is a bathroom in the Jedi Temple though, which is exactly where you are headed. Just go out the door to your right and take the speeder. It has a automatic drive function which will take you the shortest way to the Temple." "Alright, thanks!" Lilianne said and rushed outside. She wasn't exactly fond of having to sit in her damp underwear on a speeder, which is one of the more uncomfortable rides in the galaxy. But the thought of peeing herself right before meeting her new Master certainly frightened her more. She quickly located the speeder and told the robot standing next to it where she wanted to go. The robot put in some code on the Speeder's computer and directed the young padawan to take a seat. As the speeder began to take flight, the robot said "Have a safe and pleasant stay!" The ride was long. Longer that she had expected. Longer than she had tolerance for. She was starting to get really desperate now. "Why didn't I just put on a fucking flight-diaper like usually?" she thought to herself. Then she reminded herself that she was now 18 years old and old enough to be able to hold her pee without wetting herself. Or so she had thought, now she wasn't so sure. She felt another spurt escape into her panties as the speeder took a sharp and rough turn. This time it surely made a mark on her light-brown leggings, but she tried to ignore it. The speeder finally arrived at the Temple. It was majestic. It was a lot taller than she had ever imagined it to be, she felt so small as she stood in front of the long stairs that led up to the main entrance of the Temple. But she had no time to think about that. Her bladder was aching and needed to be emptied. Lilianne felt so childish, on the verge to pee herself on her 18th birthday, the day she finally starts her jedi training. "No" she thought. "I haven't lost control yet, and I surely won't with this little left to the bathroom!" She ran up the stairs using her force speed. She stopped at the main entrance, as she realized using the force only boosted her desperation. She stopped a passerby and asked him where the nearest bathroom was. "Just go inside and around the pillar. You'll enter the main hall, from which you will want to turn left and into one of the hallways. The first door on the left is the bathroom" the Zabrak answered. "Thanks a lot!" she replied. She ran into the Temple, finding herself in the main hall. It was huge, in the middle two giant stairways spiralling to the second floor. "To the left!" she thought, now with her hand in her crotch. She turned left and ran towards the first hallway she could see. "It's there, just a little further! You're gonna make it Lilian-" *Donk* She had crashed into somebody. She fell to the ground and laid flat on her back. "No, no, no, noo! FUCK!" she screamed as she felt her pee stream through her genitals and into her panties. She struggled to sit up but she was too late. The pee had soaked her leggings and had made a large puddle right beneath her. She felt tears form in her eyes, she couldn't hold it back. She hadn't wet herself since she was twelve and now this? At a time like that? She looked up to see who was standing there, whom it was she had bumped into. Black, braided hair, a woman in her mid-fourties. Her green eyes, filled with tears recognized that face instantly. Master Alain Shan, her new mentor stood before her and just witnessed her pee her pants like a little girl..... Alright, that was the intro to my new star wars fanfic, I hope you liked it, though I'm not sure if I rushed through things a bit too much or not, or if I nerded you guys out at some points haha. Please let me know if you want more, because I do have a lot more in mind, and a pretty decent story in my mind :)
  11. Got a story for you guys :) I’m currently waiting for a connecting flight—this all happened a little less than 2 hours ago. So, in case you guys haven’t read some of my other stuff, I’m not really a holder. I like to get to a comfortable fullness and let it settle and swell until I get uncomfortable. If I’m at home alone, I might do some squirming, but I usually wait until just when I start feel like I have to cross my legs before finding a restroom. Today, on my previous flight, I decided I didn’t want to use the restroom on the plane. I have no issue with it, and in fact I know that on my next (much longer) flight I’ll be using it more often. But since it was supposed to be a 2 ½-hour flight, I figured it would be kinda embarrassing to have to go (even though others were decidedly okay with doing it themselves). I went maybe 20 minutes before boarding, so I figured it’d be fine. I got on the plane and settled in with my phone, playing some Sudoku while waiting for takeoff. We ended up staying on the ground for another half hour or so because of lots of traffic at our destination or something. When we took off, I continued playing around on my phone until the complimentary drinks and snacks came around. I decided to get a soda, even though I was afraid I’d have to pee much sooner, because it was pretty early and I wanted to stay awake. I made small talk with the girl next to me, who was pretty but not too nice, and we stopped talking soon after. So I pulled out my 3DS and started playing PMD Sky, which I ended up doing most of the rest of the flight. I was starting to feel more than just comfortably full around the time that the flight attendant said the plane would be landing soon. I figured I’d be fine, since it would be about 20-30 minutes and it wasn’t that bad. I wasn’t squirming, hadn’t even crossed my legs, and it wasn’t enough to distract me from my game. I finished the last few ounces of my drink, put up the tray, and sat back to wait it out. …Apparently, those last few ounces were enough to make my bladder really want to get my attention. It went very suddenly from “slightly uncomfortable” to “cramping, release now”. At this point, we were already on our descent, with very clear instructions not to stand, undo the seatbelts, etc. until we’d gotten to our gate. But I did my best not to show the state I was in. Not being a holder, I’m not sure of my limits, so I was pretty nervous. I even started imagining what kind of damage control I could do if I did lose it. None of the options were very appealing. We were maybe 5 minutes from landing (felt much longer) when I gave in and crossed my legs, squeezing them together. It was strange, though, because it took me quite a bit longer than I expected to get one leg over the other, and how much it ached. That worried me a bit, but I tried not to think about it too much. I’d set down my 3DS at the start of the descent, thinking of packing my carry-on immediately, but wasn’t able to lean down and get my backpack because of the pressure. So I decided to try to keep playing. …And accidentally turned on the power instead of pressing the B button. (No clue the last time I saved, still haven’t looked.) I figured I was too distracted to play, so I set it on my lap and kept trying to look past the girl next to me to see how much further we had. I wasn’t visibly squirming, and my feet weren’t tapping and my legs weren’t bouncing, but I was very straight in my seat and my toes curled in and out impatiently in my shoes. My body felt hot, though I didn’t sweat. I’m not sure if anyone noticed, though someone into omo probably would’ve known had they been looking. We finally landed, and I was ecstatic, ready to get going… We ended up driving for what felt like years, we were so far from our gate. It was torture not being able to squirm openly and hold myself. I let out some impatient sighs (I’m sure it annoyed the people around me) and shifted a bit in my seat. At this point, I was trying to figure out how to uncross my legs, seeing how much it ached to cross them. As we got closer to the gate, I experimented a bit before finally doing it, though I immediately pressed my thighs together and let out a puff of air. I still had my 3DS in my hands, and I was clicking and unclicking the stylus from its holder, getting faster as time went on. My left foot began to tap. I unbuttoned my slightly-too-tight jeans, which helped for all of five seconds. I kept trying to look out the window. I felt too full. Finally, the plane reached the gate. I stood up and got my backpack (others around me did the same) and I still had to wait. My left foot started tapping faster, I continued squeezing my thighs together, I unzipped my jeans, I drummed my fingers harshly on the back of the seat in front of me. I felt this amazing pressure on my peehole, hot and just barely staying shut, almost burning, and I would’ve enjoyed it so much had I been alone. Were I someone else, I may have just waited for everyone in front of me to leave before me. But I decided, pride be damned, to ask the guys ahead of me to let me go first, “I really have to pee”. Their answer was “Oh, of course” (and a part of me hopes at least one of them got a bit of a thrill out of that). So I waddled on ahead of them, trying to figure out how fast was too fast and resisting the urge to grab myself and dance all the way to the restroom. Someone about my backpack: it’s really heavy. Like, my shoulders hurt from maybe 20 minutes walking around trying to find my connecting flight. This did not help anything. I briefly considered, as I left the plane, asking an attendant where the nearest restroom was. But, despite me being fine telling the guys on the plane I had to pee, I couldn’t bring myself to ask the male attendants in the area. I kept going, feeling the flood within me slosh about and adjusting my pace to keep it from teasing my exit. God, I had to piss so bad. I scanned the signs ahead of me hurriedly, looking for the familiar symbol… It was to my left, so I went, legs still pressed together, hindering my progress. I panted a bit, praying to keep it back just a little longer… Thankfully, there was no line. I entered the stall, dumped my things on the floor, pushed down my pants and panties, and… I wish I could say that it gushed out of me, but the unfortunate thing was that I was so cramped that it trickled. I moaned a bit, more like a whimper, really, feeling pleasure at the hint of relief and frustration that it wasn’t emptying all at once. But soon, once my body relaxed and the cramps faded, it streamed out nicely, quickly enough to make me whimper again in pure relief.
  12. Hi everyone :) This is my first interactive story, so please bear with me. The story does not have a main plot to begin with...It will start with a 21-year old girl waking up in the morning and leading a normal life. Where it goes from there is your decision. I will try and make it as interactive as possible. This story will mainly involve desperation and the occasional wetting. Some sexuality may be involved in the future. Scat and diapers are no-no's. So, I will let you guys choose the girl's name and description: ---------------------- Name: a) Amy b) Becky c) Olivia Description: a) Asian, short and pretty with dark hair. b) Blonde, tall and slim. c) Latin, average height , tanned-skin with wavy brown hair
  13. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph58d746df91291 There is some nudity at the end.
  14. I was writing a fantasy about a girl wetting her shorts on the beach (See "Jenny wetting at work" in "Fanfiction" if you want to read, it's the third reply) and wanted to watch a girl wet her shorts. I found this little gem. She takes off her shorts and is in her panties at the end, not sure if that counts as explicit or not so I'll tag it anyway just in case. I love the way it spreads on her butt. So sexy! [explicit]http://www.voyeurstyle.com/watch/7452/peeing-in-tight-denim-shorts-and-undies/[/explicit]
  15. Gang, Here's a thread for staged and preplanned female desperation videos. No-Nos for this thread: Copyrighted material you do not own (links to owning site usually OK), Fights (don't know about play fighting – Shu?), Male desperation and under-age desperation as defined for this forum. Example: Lunaria bursting http://omorashi.org/files/download/39-lunaria-bursting-to-pee-in-shorts/ Thank you, Stanley
  16. A "Choose Your Own Adventure" story with omorashi themes? Just what you've been waiting for, right? Well wait no longer! The tutorial room was filled with empty boxes and piles of books. Mostly ancient National Geographics, yellowing Mill& Boon, and shitty trade paperbacks from the 80's. You question your decision, not for the first time, to help out the University book fair committee by doing a first pass on the boxes of donations. Books are cool. These book are not. The pile of books that you and Nita have thought merited the attentions of an actual librarian barely qualifies for the word pile. It's two. Can two things be a pile? What if they were grains of sand? You'd need move than two right? You consider asking Nita her thoughts on what would constitute a pile but decide it's just too hot to have that argument today. You finish off the last of your water-bottle and wipe away the sheen of sweat that keeps appearing on your brow. You imagine you must look a mess. Nita, of course, looks great. You aren't sure you've even ever seen her sweat. There's only one box left unopened. You could sort through it. It probably wouldn't take five minutes. Or you could leave it for Nita and go to the bathroom for a quick pee. You've needed to for a while now and like your Mum always tells you, "a stitch in time saves nine." But it isn't anything like an emergency and it would be a bit slack to lump the last box on Nita. To open the last box yourself turn to page 89 To go to the toilet turn to page 43
  17. Fan-Fiction for the episodic adventure Life is Strange, click the link to find out more about this lovely game. Perhaps the fluffiest thing I've ever written. I would appreciate comments and feedback after reading it. Thanks :). Download: kate.txt Picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/ProtectKateMarsh-525485100 Protect Kate Marsh This is where I sat with Chloe the first day we reunited. On this bench settled on the cliffside overlooking the bay by the lighthouse. I must've spent hours sitting and thinking about not only the final decision that we made, but the entire week that had passed. If I said that I hadn't shed tears at all since then, I'd be a liar. Melancholy has taken over me and I couldn't imagine it would go away anytime soon. I’ll miss you, Chloe… Night fall came sooner than expected. I swear the sun was still up a few minutes ago but I must have been sitting here longer than I thought. I am exhausted from thinking too much and from drowning my face in tears so I decided to head home. I barely made it to the bus stop in time, the last bus of the day. For some reason I expected it to be right on time. Time… the ultimate enemy I had faced that week and also my greatest ally. The bus was almost empty except for a few late night business men. A few of them looked at me strangely as if it was odd to see a young girl taking the night bus. I ignored them and sat in a vacant seat away from everyone. Though now I realised they may have seen my red blotchy eyes. Thankfully, no one decided to concern themselves about it and kept to their seats. I pulled my hood over my head and listened to my music as the bus drove me back to Blackwell Academy. After arriving to my stop, I swiftly stepped out and began walking towards my dorm from the courtyard. It was barren as expected. The sounds of the crickets was the only thing I heard the entire way. I stopped on the steps of my dorms and looked back. I wondered if everything would be different now that I literally changed the course of time. I decided to not worry about that and continued on inside the building. The hallway was dark and quiet, until I passed by Kate's bedroom. The light inside was on and the door was cracked open a tad. Curiously, I stopped and listened. Inside, I could hear Kate sobbing quietly to herself. I debated if I should bother her right now. Of course I knew why she was crying. She's hurting from all the bullying. Then I remembered what happened at the party, and what was supposed to happen tomorrow if I didn't do something right now. I couldn't bare to think of it. I don't want to lose Kate again… I softly knocked on the door and waited. After a moment she stopped crying, but said nothing. "Kate…?" I whispered through the crack. I didn't look in, that would be rude. But again, she said nothing. I began to walk away, thinking she didn't want any visitors, until I heard the door creak open slightly. I turned around to see half of her face peaking out. "Kate, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." She looked down, glum. "I just wanted to check up on you." We stood there and shared a moment of silence. Then she stepped back, opened the door and sat down on the edge of her bed. I took this as a sign of invitation and followed her inside. I started to sit down next to her but she stopped me with her hand. "Max, please don't… don't sit right here." Her words were sharp initially but then trailed off in a hushed tone. 'You can.. sit in the chair… just please.. not on the bed." She looked at me for only a moment then resumed staring at the ground. "Sure, Kate." I was confused but I respected her wishes and pulled up the chair from her desk then placed it front of her. I sat down and looked up at her. Her eyes were red from crying and it looks like she hadn't slept in a while. She was wearing teal colored pajama pants and a white printed t-shirt. I sat silently, wondering what I should say that wouldn't just make her more upset. How do I tell someone not to jump off the roof, when I'm technically not supposed to know about that yet? How do I tell her that I know what happened at the vortex club party when not even she knows? Should I tell her about my time travel power and would she even believe me? "Kate.. what's wrong?" I looked at her, almost wanting to begin crying again. Seeing her in pain hurt me. She fumbled the carpet with her foot and took a moment to speak. "Just… stuff." I already knew everything that has happened and will happen to Kate. But I have to wait. "I'm worried about you Kate. It's obvious that you're sad…" She looked up, almost meeting my eyes. "Kate, I want to help you. You're my friend." "I.. I just don't know if I can, Max." She let a lone tear fall from her eye that I saw glisten in the light. I picked up her hand from her lap and held it. She flinched and looked up at me as her lips parted. "Kate please... " I started tearing up as I looked into her gloomy eyes. She began quivering, I could feel her body shaking through her hand. Then she moved her left hand to the bed and grasped the covers. I followed her careful movement as she pulled them aside to reveal the bottom sheet. I gasped as I noticed the soaked area on the bed, gazing over it for a moment before giving her hand a soft squeeze. "Oh, Kate…" I whispered. "It's okay, it's not your fault." She said nothing, but kept part of her face covered with her other hand. I tried to keep eye contact with her. "You've been under a lot of stress. These things happen." I couldn't imagine how mortified she must have been. Plus this only added to her list of problems. Kate pulled her hand free of my grasp and buried her face into her own. I slowly moved over to the dry side of her bed, where the pillows were and hugged her shivering body tightly. She felt so cold. I would have wrapped a blanket around her but I couldn't bare to let go of her even for a moment. "Don't trouble yourself with me, Max. I'm just a failure…" "Kate, don't say that." tears were flowing down my cheeks at this moment. "It isn't true…" Her body began to warm up where I was hugging her and her shivers subsided. I felt her arms wrap themselves around me. Smiling, I leaned my head onto hers as she buried it into my chest. I wanted to kiss it because she was so adorable. So I did. "Max, this isn't… the first time it happened." She reluctantly said. I assumed she was referring to her bed wetting. I pulled her up from my chest so we were face to face. "When did it start?" I asked curiously. It was obvious she was so embarrassed that she had trouble talking about it. I just hoped I wasn't being too nosy, I only wanted to help her. "A… week or so ago. I think…" She looked down, ashamed at herself. "Have you seen the nurse about it?" "Yeah… but all she did was give me these stupid things." Kate leaned over in front of the bed and pulled out an unopened package of diapers. She set it on her lap and held it in place. I could see them from the clear packaging that they had little bunnies around the waist line. I smiled at how cute they were. "I'm supposed to wear them at night but... " Her face flushed red and she let go of the package, causing them to slip off her lap. I caught them and took a closer look at them. There appeared to be a small pack of wet wipes at the end. "Don't you think you should try them at least? Sorry if I'm being pushy." She didn't say anything but instead looked down at her feet with her arms crossed over her tummy. "I mean… I know they won't stop you from… but at least you can have a dry bed." Kate glanced over at the package without moving her head like she was contemplating what I said. "I guess that makes sense, Max… I just..." I could see that her body was shaking again. Stupid Max, you're embarrassing the poor girl. But she did need to try them. "They're cute aren't they?" I said, pulling one out. Kate looked at the diaper in my hand and then up to me. Her face went even more red with embarrassment. "Max, could you help me with it? I just… don't think I can do it by myself." I was taken aback by her request. I didn't expect that at all… though I wasn't averse to the idea. I looked at the diaper in my hand. Am I really qualified for this? I mean, I changed a diaper once when I was fourteen while babysitting for my neighbors but this was different. It was definitely awkward, but exciting at the same time. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, Max." Kate looked down and seemed disappointed that I wasn't willing to do it. "No... I want to, Kate." I stood up and walked to the end of the bed, setting the diaper down before me. Kate scooted down towards me and laid back on the bed, right under the wet spot. It was now I realised I was going to undress her, which meant seeing her privates. Did Kate realise this too? She looked up at the ceiling as I put my hands on the hem of her pajama bottoms. I pulled them off, along with her underwear which clung to her middle. Her pajamas were damp on the bottom from where she wet herself. Kate shut her legs together after being exposed. Now I should clean her with a wet wipe. I wasn't so worried about myself doing it but if Kate was comfortable. "Kate, I'm going to clean you with this wet wipe now okay?" She nodded her head. I pulled one out of the package and opened her closed legs a bit. This was the first time I actually looked at Kate's body like this, as I was trying not to stare at it before. I focused on cleaning her privates and her inner thighs, until the wipe was dry. I then tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Now for the diaper. "All clean, now I'm putting your new diaper on." I took the diaper and placed the front part between her legs. "Lift up." Kate complied and I placed the other half under her bottom and fastened the tape on each side. "All finished now, Kate." She lifted herself off the bed and looked down at her new padded self. "What do you think?" "Max, this feels so weird." She poked the soft garment as I sat on the bed next to her. "I know. But it will protect your bed at least." I smiled at her. She was an adorable site to see. The diapered look suited her very well. "And if you want… I'll come every night and morning to change you." Am I offering to be Kate's new mommy? Kate's face brightened up with a sweet smile before she grabbed me and hugged tight. "Max, you're a blessing…" Her voice sounded a bit cheerier than it was before. "I don't deserve you." I returned her hug and rubbed her back. "Kate, you deserve to be happy. You're the sweetest person I've ever met, and I will make it my life's goal to make you happy." She smiled and we continued to embrace each other on the edge of her bed. I could tell she was tired, her grip on me was loosening. Kate needed sleep, but not on this soaked bed. "Kate?" I felt her head move up to meet my eyes. Sleepy Kate looked so cute. "Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?" Her eyes widened, and I realised what I said sounded a little strange. I felt my face flush red. Initiate awkwardness. "Um… I mean… uh…" I tried to justify what I meant. "I could take care of the bed, and I'll crash here when I'm finished." End awkwardness. "Max, you don't have to... " Her mouth opened wide to let out a yawn. "... do that." I watched her start to fall asleep again. Her arms fell off my body, and one hand landed on my thigh with a soft slap. "I want to." Her eyes opened half way but closed just as quickly. "Mmm… yuhsure?" "Yes. Come on, sweetie." I pulled her up from the bed and draped her arm over my back. She clung to me once again and we left her room and I closed her door. We made our way to my bedroom while her diaper made crinkling noises as we moved. Inside my room, I sat her on my bed and she got into her fetal position as I draped the covers over her. "Goodnight, Kate..." As I turned around to leave, Kate grabbed my hand. I turned to look at her grasp and then to her in confusion. "Max…" She paused for a moment, I thought she had fallen asleep again. "Sleep with me?" Wowsers. I felt a wave of goosebumps flow over my skin. "I don't want to be alone tonight… please?" Her soft voice trembled as she pleaded. "Okay…" I smiled. How could I say no to Kate? "Can I put my PJs on first?" Kate nodded and let go of my hand, no doubt falling asleep right after. I slipped off my pants and hoodie before pulling my sleep shorts on. Afterwards, I slid into my bed behind her. I kept some space between us, not knowing what I should do. "Hold me, please Max…?" her tired voice called out to me. Kate's body was shivering like it was before in her room. I wrapped my arm around her body and her shivering stopped almost instantly. My head leaned against her neck and part of her shoulders. I found her hand and grasped it in mine, then I heard a soft happy sound come from her. The vibration of it traveled through her back and into my ear pressed against it. I smiled and closed my eyes. Holding her close like this in the dim glow of the lights hanging above my bed was pure bliss. Her diaper rubbed against my legs as I pressed the rest of my body against hers. It was then I was reminded of the time I was in bed with Chloe after our shenanigans at the school. We didn't get nearly this close though. It was also then I realised that I hadn't thought about Chloe at all since I first began consoling Kate in her room. Confused feelings, Max has. All I know now is I didn't want to let go of Kate. I still felt horrible about Chloe, and I probably would always have a place for her in my heart. But now Kate will be sharing that space. I felt like I didn't need to worry about Kate's future anymore. I can protect her now. I just hope time doesn't get angry with me again for changing it.
  18. (Rules: no messing, diapers. That's all.) Her head whipped up, passing through nothing but thin air. She examined her surroundings, but finding there were none, became dizzy. "Hello? Where am I?" She croaked after a couple of minutes. "No, WHO are you?" "GAH! Oh yeah, that's a good question too. Do you know, completely random mysterious voice." "But of course. Do you nothing about random mysterious voices?" "Sorry, stupid question, random mysterious voice." "Ha! Quite the mouthful." She made to scratch her head in confusion, but there was nothing there. No hands. No head. No vision. No senses. "Er -- What is your name then?" She jumped as a strange harmony, like many people laughing in different pitches filled the space. I mean, there is no space. Nothing but sound. Wait, sound can't travel through space. If there is no space, then...? Oh well, the narrator doesn't need to make sense I guess. "I am not one, but many." "Well if you're not one, then duh you're many." "This dialogue has gone in too long and I'm not even sure who's talking anymore. I am a spectator." "Like....many spectators?" "IM THE AUDIENCE OK? IM YOU, READING THIS STORY. Geez, you try to be cryptic for once..." "Something tells me the crypticness won't stop there." "In that, you are absolutely correct." ... ... ... "Can I call you RMV?" "...What?" "Random mysterious voice." "Oh come now, you're reaching. This was never funny anyway, despite the author's obvious, pathetic attempts at comedy. I have to choose things about you now." "k." DECIDE: -Name -Age -Bladder capacity: Puny, small, medium, large, huge, anything in-between. -Optional: Appearance
  19. For me this would be pretty close to the perfect date. https://www.xnxx.com/video-ewza91c/lovewetting_-_ruined_date_-_morgan_sd Hope it's not a repost
  20. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
  21. So in a recent poll I asked what people wanted me to write about...overwatch won...so here it is. Location:watch point Gibraltar objective: defend against the enemy team the siren wailed as the team got into position for battle. It was talon "again" and they wanted to finish the job they started. The team got in position and waited for the assault. tracer: honestly I thought talon was done after reaper tried to take you out Winston winston: same here but it appears that they were not finished tracer:dontcha mean "ape"ears tracer gives a nudge to Winston as he sighs soldier 76:will you grow up and get ready! tracer: alright...better do what grandpa says. mei:I believe we can do it,just everyone focus. the door swings open as widow maker swings out with reaper right behind...followed by numerous talon soldiers. Winston leaps into action knocking about 5 talon soldiers into the water. Tracer then dashes behind widow maker and slaps a pulse bomb on her back. tracer:there you go love! tracer dashes away, widow maker grabs the pulse bomb from her back and throws it at mei, she ice walls. mei: try a bit harder... widow maker aims and fires...the bullet misses mei by a hair mei: ...o-okay...to close soldier 76: get up and run! tracer pushes a talon soldier off the cliff. tracer: y,know...for a talon...you don't have a good grip... just then reaper pushes tracer off the cliff reaper: who has the bad grip now... tracer recalls then pushes reaper off the cliff tracer: you do...ha ha! widowmaker fires off rounds at Winston, soldier 76,and mei. widowmaker:no one can hide from my sight... soldier 76:I've got YOU in mine... the both hit eachother...widow falls and is carried back to the ship,soldier falls as well but is more hurt... mei: oh no...hang in there please... tears form in mei's eyes soldier 76: kid...it's okay...heroes die at some point... just then mercy shows up (with perfect timing) mercy: not on my watch they don't... she begins healing his wounds... soldier 76: thanks Angela mercy: not a problem jack. they smile at eachother,Mc,Cree, hanzo,genji,Ana,d.va, and a select few of others show up Mc,Cree:well then, looks like the party's over. soldier 76: nah...its just getting started...DRINKS ARE ON ME!!! D.va:awwwww no fair...I'm not old enough... Ana:you really shouldn't drink...it's bad for your health... soldier 76: but sure as hell eases the pain...and don't worry Hana...we'll go to numbani,it's legal there...right? mc,Cree: who cares we could sneak her one out either way... they all cheer...and get in two dropships to set out for numbani. part 2 coming soon...
  22. A few months ago Husband and I arrived home both needing to use the bathroom. I needed to pee ,fairly though not desperately badly, but he was having some trouble with his guts so I let him go first. Of course the moment I couldn't go to the toilet I desperately needed to go immediately. Not having any idea how long I'd be waiting I decided against dancing outside the bathroom door and tried to distract myself with other things. I packed the dishwasher, built some blocks for Toddler to smash, turned on the television. But I couldn't forget that I needed to pee, and at this point I really needed to pee pretty quickly because I was starting to get that numb feeling that suggested I might lose control. I considered my options; 1. Try to hang on, have an accident if I can't Pros: Don't need to decide to pee anywhere creative, would be kinda fun. Cons: Potential clean-up, Husband would feel guilty. 2. Pee in something from the kitchen, salad bowl? Pros: Empty bladder straight away. Cons: Salad bowl has pee in it, might well stuff it up anyway and get pee on floor/me. 3. Pee outside Pros: Empty bladder straight away. Cons: Fair chance neighbours will see, Toddler will probably take off on me. 4. Pee in en suite toilet Pros: Get to use an actual toilet. Cons: En suite is a storage room. Will have to move boxes. Now you might well make a different decision to me. None of them are clearly dominant strategies. But for better or worse I decided on the en suite toilet. I opened the en suite door and surveyed the situation. The room wasn't completely packed with boxes or anything, but I was definitely going to have to move at least a few of them to physically get to the toilet itself. I was a bit apprehensive about picking up heavy boxes with a full bladder. One time, years ago, I tried to move a tv with a fullish bladder and peed on the floor a little bit. And that was pre-baby. Luckily the boxes between the toilet and the door weren't overly heavy and I was able to start moving them into the bedroom without much trouble. Toddler busied herself with the boxes and didn't get underfoot. I did my best to not actually look at the toilet itself too much and to try not the think about my bursting bladder, which was starting to feel twitchy. I could feel that I was very close to having an accident and that if I started to leak I'd probably just lose control altogether. At last, probably two minutes after I started, but it felt like at last, I moved the last box off the toilet seat itself and flung open the lid to find... Mold! The toilet had developed rather a bit of mold since it had last been used. Like black blotches everywhere; the bowl, but more importantly the seat! Probably should have drained it and turned it off in hindsight. Damn it. I had literally two seconds to consider my options because now I was so close to the toilet my bladder was going to empty. 1. Pee myself a foot in front of the toilet. Pros: Don't have to sit on the disgusting, disgusting toilet. Cons: Get pee on my clothes, get pee on myself, get pee on the floor and probably the cardboard boxes. 2. Sit on the toilet. Pros: No mess. Cons: Get freaking mold all over me. 3. Hover over the toilet. Pros: Best of both worlds! Cons: My thigh strength is about zero and I don't have time to be careful. So I'll probably fuck it up. I went with hover. I fucked it up. Because I really don't have the muscles to hover properly, and I couldn't bring myself to risk sitting in the mold, I had to kind of just bend over backward and support myself with a hand on the cistern behind me. I did get quite a lot of pee in the toilet. I also managed to get a fair bit down my leg, on my pants, on the toilet seat, and on the floor. Enough that my socks were wet from standing in it. At this point Toddler decided to investigate what I was up to and I had to push myself back upright, pull my kinda wet pants back up, and scoop her up before she got to the mold/pee. It was around this time that I realised I hadn't actually completely finished peeing before I did all this. Awesomeness. Since it was evening and we weren't going out again that day I put on my pajamas. After Husband was finished in the bathroom I got him to mind toddler while I cleaned the en suite. I told him about the mold part of the story but not the peeing everywhere part.
  23. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  24. The Joys of High School By C.J. Mercline Part 1: It was the end of another long day of High School, and the end of Phys. Ed. (aka “Gym”), which was perfect for Junior Jake, who liked having the locker room to himself. He could take naughty wets anywhere he liked, such as some of the lockers, a sink or two that was plugged up, but especially all over the floor. If no other option was available, he could simply pee in the showers like most of the other boys did, which was fine with him. Jake secretly enjoyed watching the others do their liquid business, and letting them watch him, if they were so inclined, observing the different ways their wee streams gushed from their various cocks. He wasn't gay, or even bicurious, it was just that he had never seen or heard any woman wetting, for himself, that is. He would go online whenever he got the chance, to view the dizzying array of sites of women wetting, but had never been lucky enough to see or even hear it for himself. He liked watching and listening to the urinating, no matter who was doing it, young men or young women. He had a peeing fetish. On other days, however, his weeing was a lot more fun. Every now and again, his care-free peeing would be so incredible that he simply couldn’t wait until he got home, and jacked off in the locker room, letting the ecstasy build in a matter of minutes, until he exploded all over the place, and practically fainted from the sheer abandonment of his orgasm. On this day, he decided to wait. Or so he hoped. The rain was still coming down in sheets, as it had been for most of the day. Jake was getting pretty desperate, but wanted to wait until the last possible moment, which was fast approaching, particularly watching the rain pour down. Days like this, Jake sometimes wished that he could pee an endless stream like the Heavens did. Then he would realize that that wouldn’t actually be a good thing, because then he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to orgasm after his piss. Oh, well. He was still wearing his Gym shorts, on purpose, of course. His wetting was made easier by his never wearing any underwear, especially with his Gym shorts. It was just so much more comfortable going commando all the time. And easier to pee, of course. His swim shorts were the best for his wetting fun, but those memories were better to be savored for another day. During the last few moments before he completely lost control, he tried to decide if he wanted to stand up or sit down to do his business. Either way worked well. Standing up, his piss ran straight down his pant or short leg to pool at his feet, but sitting down, he could let his cock hang over the edge of his seat, feeling the cold of it counter the warmth of his penis, and his pee. Jake decided to sit down today, needing the shock of the temperature difference to keep his arousal until later, when he could get the chance to play with himself, as was only proper. Pulling his shorts opening up to his balls, he let his schlong hang out into the open air, down between his thighs. The cold air he was exposing himself to was too much for his body. He had barely set himself in position when his body over-rode his brains’ commands, and his bladder completely let go. Rather than starting out as a trickle, as usually happens, his relief came gushing out of his pee slit, hosing the floor of the locker room with his hot, golden juices. The wonderful feeling of spraying his liquid gold powerfully all over the floor beneath him was euphoria. His relief seemed to last for hours, but actually only lasted just over a minute, due to the strength of his pee stream. The other reason that his piss stream was starting to wane was because of the hard-on that he was invariably developing. Once done, Jake had no choice but to follow through with a quick wank. He didn’t even bother pulling his shorts off, but instead started pulling and stroking as he was. It didn’t take him long before he came, in a white-hot blaze of glory, spraying his jizz all over the puddle he had just made, which was huge. After a brief rest, and avoiding the messy puddle, which was already cooled, Jake changed back into his jeans, after cleaning off his joystick, his personal name for the most intimate part of himself. Then he left, with the memory of his recent naughtiness settling into the back of his mind, ready to be retrieved later, for a longer and better masturbation session, where Jake could get fully undressed, and take his time, really enjoy himself, rather than rushing to orgasm, like he just did. Part 2: Jake didn’t usually plan his naughty wetting; it was, more often than not, an opportunistic pee, especially when he held it in longer than he should, sometimes to the point of being in pain. One day, when he was enjoying dinner at a decent restaurant, he didn’t want to bother wasting time going to the men’s room when he needed a pee. Since he had a table to himself with a tablecloth on it, and there was hardly anybody around, the closest being some yards away, Jake decided to piss in secret, under his table. Unzipping his pants with one hand, he pretended to continue eating with the other, to throw off anybody suspecting him, even though nobody was paying him the slightest bit of attention. You could never be too careful when performing naughty acts in public. He also kept an eye out for employees, especially his waitress. As cute as the girl was, he did not want her to run away screaming, or worse, reporting him to management, or, more importantly, the police. He was seriously considering finding out if she was single, but would hold off telling her about his fetish for a long while, until she seemed ready to listen, without thinking he was some kind of sick freak, as so many people thought. Pulling out his cock, he let it hang between his legs, aiming its tip, as best as he could, at the carpeted floor. Still pretending to eat, and watching for any trouble, Jake released the hold on his bladder, enjoying the feel of his effluent as it coursed its way from his bladder, down his urethra, and finally exiting out his pee slit. Over the mild drone of chatting and muzak and the constant clack of silverware on dishes and glasses clinking, Jake could barely even hear the sound of his piss as it covered the carpet between his feet and almost immediately started to cool. His hidden pee took nearly a minute-and-a-half before slowing down, then coming to an end. After shaking the last few drops from his glans, he tucked his engorging penis back into his pants, with difficulty, since he was getting hard. Not a moment too soon, for just as he brought his hand back to his drink, his über-cute waitress came back to see how he was doing. Jake didn't think that she suspected him. She certainly didn't look at him askance in a bad way. As a matter of fact, he noticed that she might be looking interested in him, never noticing the slight hint of wetness trailing down her slender legs. He decided to chat her up, and ask her if she was seeing someone, and to his delight, she had been single for a long while, saying she had troubles finding a guy that wasn't either a jerk or a loser. Even better, she was ending her shift in an hour, so they agreed to hook up later, to learn more about each other. And maybe something better might come up! Part 3: Waiting at the pre-determined spot for Carissa, his new waitress friend, Jake remembers some of his more fond moments of his wetting exploits. Usually, a lot of it happened at his friends’ houses, especially if they had a pool. He made sure to fill his tank, as it were, before he went over with his swim shorts and a towel. After getting changed, either in the bathroom, or in a friend’s bedroom, with his friend, seeing as how neither he nor any of his pals were shy about their bodies amongst each other; he would then slip into the pool and swim for a few minutes, before peeing in the water. He was never concerned about “polluting” the water, because he knew that the people could not tell what he was doing – even though most of the families did the same thing, sometimes obviously. Especially considering that human urine was, essentially, harmless outside the body. Making sure that no one could see what he was up to, even though they usually knew anyway, Jake would casually release the hold on his bladder, and enjoy the sensations as his effluent raced to escape his body. Without looking down to his shorts, Jake could feel the exact moment that his piss poured out of his cock, and immediately mix with the pool water. As his bladder emptied, he covered his deed, or at least tried to, by chatting and joking with his friends and their families. He was sure that one of his friend’s younger sister might have a crush on him, but, while he was honored, he never encouraged her, simply because she was too young for him, her being 14 or so. He was friendly with her, but not overly so. He was positive that as cute as she was, she would grow into a beautiful young woman. Who knew? Maybe, when she was old enough, and he was available, and she was still interested in him, he would date her. Not yet, though. He would continue his wetting until he was empty, and then proceed to swim through the “contaminated” water to the pool’s side, where he could get out and drink plenty of water and juices to fill his bladder yet again, ready for more fun. Another of his friends did not mind that Jake relieved himself in the pool, and often peed with him. Sometimes, when the family was away, and the two of them were swimming by themselves, Jake was told that he could stand at the pool’s side with his friend, and they would both pull their swim shorts down a little to pull out their dicks, aim, and pee into the water together. Occasionally, one or the other would sit on the top of the steps at the shallow end, or the end of the diving board at the deep end, pull their schlongs out through the legs of their shorts, and pee in the pool, usually with the other treading water close enough to watch, since they didn’t mind the other watching him. Because he and Jake were best friends, doing just about everything together, whether getting ready to go swimming, peeing, or just hanging out, sometimes literally; being naked around the house if nobody was home or the bedroom for more privacy, they would often sit next to each other and masturbate together, catching their cum in napkins. More often than not, they were both naked while jacking off, but every now and again, they would simply just pull their pants or shorts down around their knees, and get right on it. They usually only did this, though, when they were in a hurry, and wanted to finish off quickly, like when they had somewhere to be. They did some experimenting, like jacking each other off, or even a couple of times giving each other head, but that wasn’t usually the case. They were fonder of wanking in front of each other, watching and being watched, or just peeing for each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jake’s memories were interrupted when a set of headlights swung his way. Oh, joy! Carissa had arrived! Jake was determined that before the night was through, he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. Little did he know just how much of an understatement that title would be! Part 4: After talking for a few minutes, Jake and Carissa ended up going for a soda, with free refills, of course, Jake’s secret idea, and talked for hours, about anything and everything. Midway through, Jake became desperate for a wee, but didn’t want to interrupt his lively conversation with his new friend, and didn’t want to be obvious about his deed, either, by pulling his wanker out of his pants. So, he decided on a sneaky pee in his pants, relaxing the hold on his bladder, feeling his body-hot urine start to soak the crotch and seat of his black jeans, before running down his pants legs and the edge of his seat. He tried to keep the relief from showing on his face, concentrating on Carissa’s near-constant chatter, and hoping that she didn’t suspect anything. The piss felt wonderful, but didn’t last for very long. Shortly after, to see the puddle he had made, Jake “accidently” knocked his silverware packet to the ground, then ducked under the table to retrieve it. He was shocked, however, when he noticed a second pee puddle, this one under Carissa… and still growing! Jake came back out from under the table, and saw that she was blushing beet red in the face, and had tears streaming down her face, similar to the pee that had been streaming to the floor from between her legs, knowing that she had been caught peeing. Jake wanted to put Carissa at ease, so he smiled gently, and told her not to be embarrassed, that accidents happened to everybody, and that he was neither upset nor disgusted by her accident. Secretly, he wondered if it really was an accident, or if, like him, she got off on naughty wets. To test her reaction, he admitted to Carissa that he had been so engrossed in their conversation that he had completely forgotten to visit the restroom, and had, just a few minutes ago, had an accident of his own. She looked surprised at his admission, but her tears stopped flowing. Then she did something that surprised him yet again, and ducked under the table herself to validate his claim. It was too much to hope for that she wouldn’t notice the bulge developing in his pants, but she looked shocked, either at the size of the puddle he had made, or at the size of the bulge, he didn’t yet know which, when she looked back up. Her face heated with yet more color as she hesitantly told him that this wasn’t the first time that she had wet herself, and as a matter of fact, never wore any panties, so she only considered it wetting herself when she was wearing pants or shorts. She continued her unusual tale by telling Jake that she actually pees down her legs on a regular basis, regardless of what she is wearing. If she is at the end of a line and needs to pee, then she will pee quietly down her legs, relieving herself as much as possible before she made it to the counter. However, if there were any people behind her in line, then she would only pee enough for some relief, yet not enough so that anyone would notice. At the movie theaters, Carissa says that she will find a seat away from everybody else, with some empty seats around her. After holding it for some time, and not having gone before she came in, when she can’t hold her wee anymore, she pulls the back of her skirt or dress out of harm’s way before emptying herself into the seat, then sliding over to the seat next to her, fixing her skirt or dress in doing so. If she is wearing pants or shorts, she will simply unfasten them and pull them down to her knees, pee into the seat, and pull her clothes back up as she switches seats. Also, if the theater was mostly empty, she wouldn’t even pee into the seat, just slide forward to the edge, keeping her dress or skirt, pants or shorts out of the way, and tinkle on the floor. As hot as this was, Jake couldn’t help but to ask Carissa about what she does at work when she needs a wee, trying so hard not to rub his aching dick, which was threatening to rip his zipper wide open, knowing that it wouldn’t take much for him to stain his pants. Carissa admits that she pees down her legs all day, and night, while at work; usually a few trickles at the register or while walking to and from her tables, including earlier when she was serving him, and no one has suspected a thing yet. When she becomes desperate, she’ll walk out the back door when no one else is outside, hold up the front of her skirt, and let it come gushing out to the ground. By the time that she leaves work, she is horny as a girl can get, and masturbates as soon as she gets back to her small apartment. She barely makes it in her door before she’s dropping her purse on the entry table, yanking up her skirt, and plunging her fingers into her already dripping wet snatch, then coming powerfully a minute later. After her heart rate and breathing calm down, she will then get undressed right there in her hallway, pee in the living room, then shower; later, she masturbates again, slowly in bed, enjoying the sensations as one hand caresses her firm young tits and nipples, while her other hand fondles her clit, lower lips, and her moist cunt, alternating hands and fingers every few minutes. The orgasm that followed would be sweet, but just as powerful as the earlier one. She stopped talking at this point, clearly embarrassed by her frankness, informing Jake that this was the first time she had ever told anyone such revealing information, especially on a first date; Jake, for his part, was struggling not to blow his load into his pants. Part 5: Jake wanted to be just as frank, and so told Carissa that he was about to blow his load into his pants from her peeing, and her stories. She shyly asked if he was telling her the truth, or just being nice to her. He told her to put her hand out, under the table, and when she did so, he took it and placed it on his boner, not only to let her feel how hard he had gotten, but so she could also feel the drenched pants that she had seen earlier. Her eyes flew open wide and her delicate, pretty mouth formed a cute ‘o’ as she felt his massive boner under his soaked jeans. Hesitantly, she offers to take care of his “medical emergency,” if he could drive her home, back to her apartment; so after paying the bill, and leaving her car in the parking lot, thanks to a friend at the diner, they get into his car and head off. While he drives, and she gives him directions, Jake admits that he doesn’t think he can make it ‘til then. She smiles shyly, then asks him to pull over so that she can help him. He nearly fishtails out of control in his haste to pull over. Fortunately, this street was deserted at this time of the evening. As soon as the car was in park, they both had their seatbelts off, and Jake had his seat pulled back and reclining, and Carissa was leaning over, unfastening his pants, and releasing his unbearably swollen cock. Jake moans at her hand finally on the bare flesh of his manhood, then moans louder and longer as her tongue licks his peehole a few times, then his glans before taking him into her warm, soft mouth. She only manages to take him into her mouth fully before he warns her that he was about to cum. She ignores his warning, pulling up, then dropping back down until he shoots his hot load down her throat in a matter of seconds. Licking him clean, from his balls to his urethra opening, she then licked her lips, telling Jake that this had been the best date ever, and it would only get better from here. As Jake tries to tuck his half-staff back into his pants, Carissa tells him that she never finished her pee back at the diner, and that she still needs to go, her bladder having filled back up, and then some, since then. So he tells her that it would be okay if she peed in his car, since he does it himself every now and again, secretly hoping he would get to see her pee in front of him. She smiles, and starts to hike up her skirt. Once it’s around her waist, revealing her sweet, succulent, unshaved pussy to his startled gaze, she slides forward to the edge of her seat, places her feet wide apart up on the dashboard, knees spread wide, then lets go a long, gushing stream that hisses on its way out of her swollen lower lips. The arc of wee nearly reaches the ceiling, then again nearly to the dashboard before falling to the floor, instantly darkening the cherry-red carpet to burgundy in a wash of warm, salty piss. Her piss doesn’t last long at this strength, but when she was done, instead of sitting back and putting her skirt back into order, she instead grins naughtily, and starts playing with her pussy lips, stroking and even flicking her love button, enjoying Jake’s piercing, hungry, longing eyes follow every move her hands and fingers made. Having him watch such private acts, like wetting, and fingering her tight little twat, was even more of a turn-on than anything she had ever done before, including the torrential wee she had done at the bowling alley months earlier, where she practically ruined her shorts with her heavy wetting. Watching him watching her, especially after their wetting themselves, and her most recent pee and giving him a blowjob a few minutes ago, was too much, and she came, hard and long, shuddering in the aftermath of orgasmic bliss. Jake had taken his dick back out when she had started twiddling herself, and had been jacking off with her. When she came, so did he, again, spraying jizz all over himself, even after his orgasm from just a few minutes ago. She smiled, pleased that her pleasure could bring him pleasure as well. After they both settled themselves back into place, Jake and Clarissa continued on their way to her apartment to further the fun, and possibly to have fantastic sex. Part 6: When they arrived at her apartment, Carissa and Jake couldn’t keep off of each other, with Jake pulling her so tight against him that they were practically one body. Mouth mashing against mouth, the two new lovers wasted no time in exploring each other’s tastes, hers mingled with his from her giving him a blowjob earlier. He found it strangely arousing to taste himself on her tongue, then giving it, and indeed nothing else, any more thought as her roving hands found his snap and zipper. His pants fell, just as her shirt was pulled open and yanked off. His shirt was next, while he fumbled in his haste with her bra. Suddenly, he was naked, while Carissa still had her skirt on. He made short work of it, yanking it down to expose her short, curly mass of pubic hairs barely hiding her mons, her lips swollen in her excitement. Both heart rates sky-rocketed even more as they finally got to see the other in all their naked glory. Her breasts were high and tight, with nipples pointed and rosy red, while he was standing at attention, extremely erect, the largest hard-on of his young, eighteen year life stretching out from the bush at his groin. His balls were hot and heavy in his excitement, ready to spill his seed at any moment. Jake can barely contain himself, both literally and figuratively, as her gaze moves approvingly over him, from head to toe, stopping at his groin to admire his ruddy-colored raging boner, while he does the same, appreciating her very attractive packaging, noticing the creaminess of her skin, and grace of smooth-toned muscle, firm yet supple. She smiles, and takes his hand to lead him to her bedroom. He stops, remembering something she had told him earlier. When she looks at him inquiringly, he tells her that he needs a piss, bad. He also mentions that since she had pissed for him, he’d like to return the favor. She grins broadly, then leads him over to the middle of the living room floor, and takes his erection in her soft, warm hand to aim his stream for him. Having such a massive boner, he has to struggle just to get started, especially with Carissa’s hand embracing his intimate flesh. After a full minute of softening and relaxing enough, he is able to squeeze a few spurts out, then his pee starts gushing like a fountain turned on its side. His stream reaches farther away than ever before because of his still-enormous boner. After he trickles to a stop, he looks into her eyes, huge and gorgeous, as she tells him that she can’t wait anymore, and asks him to take her then and there, rolling a condom he handed her onto his super-hard cock. When Carissa bends forward over the arm of the sofa, spreads her legs shoulder-width apart, and gives him a teasing “come here” look, he just can’t resist fondling her cute, smooth ass and generous hips, then reaching around to fondle her fantastic tits. Impatient for his cock, she reaches between her thighs to guide Jake’s manhood to her snatch, soaked as it was in her juices. He played his glans around her entrance, teasing her in return, before sliding in slowly, loving the feeling as her tight, soaking wet pussy hugged him from the inside, caressing him inch by wonderful inch. Suddenly he stopped, shocked by the resistance he ran into. She looked back, and admitted that he would be her first, and he should continue what he started, that the single moment of pain would be worth it for the pleasure to follow. That decided him, and he went all for it, withdrawing almost all of the way before plunging in to the hilt. Carissa whimpered in pain a little, but asked Jake not to stop. He did pause to let her get used to his being so deeply inside of her, kissing and licking the back of her neck, using one hand to hold her long, wavy locks of ink-black hair over her shoulder, the other gently playing with her engorged and highly sensitive love button. When he feels that she is ready to continue, he slowly withdraws again, slowly, letting her savor the uniqueness of how well they fit together, hearing the slurping sound her pussy walls made they refused to let his dick out fully, catching it just behind the glans. He slides in again, then out again, his thickness growing more and more, until he reaches the point where cumming is imminent, and he warns her about his approaching orgasm. The whole time that Jake was pumping in and out, Carissa couldn’t hold back her mewls and moans of delight, feeling his stiff rod pistoning repeatedly, faster and faster. When he warns her that he’s about to cum, it proves too much for her, as she screams and cums herself, drenching his manhood in her sticky, wet mess, the orgasm seeming to last for hours. Her orgasm triggers his, as he feels her cunt walls squeeze out every last drop of his milky-white goodness. If he wasn’t wearing a condom, he would have shot his load straight through to the far side of her womb. The shockwaves of her orgasm hadn’t quite settled, actually were still really strong, when his seed-shooting brings her to yet another soul-shattering orgasm, this one more powerful than anything she could have accomplished on her own. Carissa didn’t realize that she needed to pee any, but when her second orgasm was winding down, her bladder started to leak out her golden nectar, her piss trickling into the arm of the sofa she was leaning over. Since Jake still had his hand in her crotch, he felt her wee leaking out onto his fingers, and marveled at how warm and good it felt, thinking that he could ask Carissa, later of course, for her to pee on him, especially on his cock and balls; maybe to wash her juices off him? Not that he minded it, as he kissed her neck and shoulders some more. Later, though. Right now, they both needed to catch their breathes. Neither one, however, had any inclination to pull away from each other yet, the after-sex bliss the sweetest thing that either one had ever felt, wanting to prolong the joy as much as possible before they showered, and enjoyed each other as many more times as possible.
  25. Here's my first fictional story for your enjoyment. I always enjoy deliberate wetting much more than accidents. Jenny is a 21 year old college student. She go to school during the day and works the closing shift at a large clothing department store in the evening. Her work uniform consisted of black pants, one of a few dozen store approved professional looking tops, and her name tag. It was about halfway through her shift on a Tuesday night. There was a grand total of 3 customers in the large department store. Since Tuesdays were so slow, they typically only had four people working: one girl to work the makeup counter, one to keep and eye on things upstairs, a staff leader to close the tills, and Jenny to keep and eye on the first floor. On Tuesdays, Jenny spends most of her shift restocking racks in the store. About halfway through her shift, she was on the far side of the store with a cart of clothes to be hung on the racks. She had been feeling the urge to pee for about an hour now. She peered over the clothing racks across the store. The restrooms were all the way at the other side. She felt lazy and didn't want to walk all the way over there and then walk all the way back. She decided she'd go after she finished this cart of clothes and returned to hanging them. In the back of her mind she wanted to pee her pants, but she didn't want to admit that to herself. In truth, Jenny peed her pants almost every night either in the parking lot walking to her car, in her car during the ride home (if she had a seat protector with her. She wasn't fond of the idea of her seat being stained and smelling like pee), or on the hard floor of the apartment she shared with her sister Annie when she got home. Annie had known about Jenny's pee fetish since they were teenagers. Although Annie wasn't into it, she didn't care if Jenny did it as long she cleaned up after herself and didn't ruin the furniture. After another 20 minutes of hanging clothes, Jenny's urge to pee grew to near desperation. She peered over at the restrooms again and sighed as she reassessed the distance. She still had a lot of clothes to hang and it was still another hour and a half before her shift was over. She looked out the glass doors that were a dozen or so meters to her right. The sky was deep orange as the the sun, though out of her line of sight, hung just below the horizon barely peaking over the hills. She lapsed in concentration and relaxed as she sighed again. She caught herself and squeezed just in time to stop herself from peeing her pants. She felt a single drop hang for a second and then fall into the gusset of her pink bikini style panties. That's when it hit her. She was wearing black pants and nobody was in the store. Her heart began to beat fast and hard and the tingle of excitement swelled in her abdomen as she imagined releasing her bladder in her pants right there. Her clitoris began to tingle from how naughty the scenario would be. Breathing slightly heavy, she put down the blouse she was about to hang up and looked around. There was a woman browsing in the section across the pathway from where Jenny was working, just over a dozen meters away. Otherwise, nobody else was around. She glanced again at the restrooms and then made the decision: she was going to pee her pants. She positioned her feet together so that she would get maximum spread and tried to relax. Now, however, she was too excited and couldn't get the flow started. She tried to give a light push, but still wasn't able. Although she probably could push hard and get it going, she wan't it to be more natural and relaxed. She look around again. The lady had taken a shirt off the rack and was examining the front of it, feeling the fabric. Jenny decided to return to hanging clothes to get her mind on something else. She was desperate enough that she knew if she could relax her excitement it would come out naturally, and she would make no attempt whatsoever to stop it. She hung another 6 blouses. She was more relaxed now, but her mind was still on it and, although her bladder was to the bursting point, she still couldn't relax enough. Her cart was becoming empty. She would have to do it soon or she might not get another chance. She slowed down hanging the blouses and concentrated her thoughts on something else. She thought about her vacation with her sister a month ago, but that didn't help. For Jenny, the highlight of the vacation was when she peed the same pair of shorts three times while she and Annie were playing on the beach and visiting the sea side shops. She tried thinking about school but her project due next week just made her worrisome. She finally settled her thoughts on video games. Jenny frequently peed her pants while playing video games so she wouldn't have to pause. Thinking about playing her favorite game helped her to finally relax enough and a small trickle began to dribble into her panties. She made no attempt to stop it and her body finally realized that it was ok the pee right then, so it relaxed even more and the trickle turned into a gushing stream. She glance up at the lady. She had move to a rack closer to Jenny, but was still far enough to not realize what she was doing. Jenny looked down and watched the glistening wetness quickly spread. She listened to the loud hiss as she peed full force in her pants. She bit her lip as she felt the hot urine pool around her clitoris before it rushed down her legs. She was peeing so much and so fast that the glistening spread more than halfway around her thighs and all the way around her calves and ankles. She felt warm urine creeping up the front of her crotch and up the butt of her pants. Jenny was completely oblivious to this, but the lady had walked toward Jenny to ask her a question about a shirt, however, she realized Jenny was "busy" and decided to leave the store without buying anything instead. Pee filled Jenny's shoes like it did nearly every night. It seeped out the holes on the sides of the shoes, but not quickly enough. The lowtop black shoes overflowed with pee as Jenny's stream tapered off and finally died. She gave a push and got a another spurt out. She gave another push, but this time nothing. She was empty. Jenny stood in pure bliss admiring her pee soaked glistening black pants, her flooded shoes, and the surprisingly large wet spot on the carpet under her. Suddenly a whirlwind of emotions overcame her. First panic. She looked up at where the lady had been and saw that she was gone. Almost frantically she looked around but could not see her anywhere. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or not. Next was embarrassment. When she was on the beach in California peeing her shorts, nobody there knew her, especially not anyone she worked with. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she imagined what her boss or coworkers might say. Then she felt angry. Angry with herself. She looked down at the mess she had made. Her pants weren't glistening anymore but they were still obviously soaked. She was angry at herself for not having better self control. Then she took a deep breath and looked at her watch. Less than an hour until the end of her shift, no one would know. She felt relieved and then extremely horny. She smiled now as she thought about how naughty the situation was. Her clitoris throbbed and, with a quick glance to make sure no one else was around, she pressed a single finger against her crotch between her legs on the outside of her pants. The fabric yielded much pee and it dripped off her finger. She let out a soft involuntary moan and nearly orgasmed right there. Afraid of being anything louder, she forced herself to stop. She wiped her wet finger on a dry spot of her pants and half-heartedly went back to hanging clothes. She stepped, for the first time, from the wet spot on the carpet and stared at it as she pulled the cart to the next rack. As she walked she squeezed her legs together. It wasn't quite as pleasurable as using her fingers, but it gave her great satisfaction anyway. About 10 minutes later she had finished hanging the clothes from her cart. She looked down at her pants. Although they we still wet all over, it was no longer obvious. As she headed to the back room of the store to return her cart, she doubled back to where she had peed herself. The floor was still soaked. The wet spot had not dried at all. Jenny smiled to herself and continued to the back. She looked at her watch 20 minutes until her shift ended. She couldn't wait to get home and masturbate. She definitely had to do this again!