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  1. Girl wets her white panties in the bathroom.m4v
  2. 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
  3. Hi everybody! Are you ready? >:) It's been awhile but.......its time. It's time, for Kozmo-Lotto 4. Now if you're here and already excited you very likely know what this is! But just in case you're new to these parts and thinking to yourself, What the fuck is a Kozmo, why is there a lotto, why do I care? First off, I'm a Kozmo. The Lotto is my way of giving back to the site I love. If you're browsing this particular part of the forum, odds are you're going to care in a minute post some explaining. Essentially, I have a very specific thing I'm er, "famous" for here. I write experiences. Not to brag, but my experiences are collectively the highest rated on the site. Hell, if you could sort by rep still, you'd see some of my early experiences are in the top 10 posts in this forum in terms of sheer rep count. This isn't for lack of trying, I try to be modest, but apparently a lot of people like them! I'm told I'm good at writing them! Now, if you've gotten curious, you might have gone to read one in the middle of reading this post. Did you like it? Do you want more? Do you perhaps, through some magic manner, want something to happen to me that I can write about that is completely personalized to your tastes? THAT is what the lotto is for, my friend. Basically, in the most non-prostitutional way possible, some lucky person is going to be able to make a request of me. Something along the lines of "You know, I'd like you to drink as much as you can and play guitar hero at your local arcade until you can't hold it." Something like that. Get as creative as you'd like. You get to create your own KozmoFox accident, and I will write about it here. Want a bit more specific detail? Good, because I'm about to paste half of the schtick from previous lotto posts! You get to construct one of my accidents. You describe a place, maybe a thing to do, a general type of attire, stuff like that. I go to the place, I do the thing, I drink an absolute ton until....you know how that ends. And I hopefully make it back unnoticed because being seen after a wetting isn't really my thing. You know how it is. As always, I will not take an outlandish request. I'm not going to walk into class, sit on my profs desk, and wet myself. I'm not going to crawl into bed with my friend, and wet the bed. You know what I'm getting at, just be reasonable please! Do so, and you get to make me have an accident somewhere, some way!~ Create your ideal KozmoFox experience! TO PARTICIPATE! Go here: https://www.wizards.com/d20modern/d20mdice/dice.htm Its a dice roller Make one roll, one roll only, on the d100. Screencap, post image in thread with your request/idea. I myself have rolled a number on the d100, not telling what it is, and whomever in the thread has rolled closest to my number by the deadline (Which is either a week from now, or 2 weeks, haven't decided, will decide based on participation) will have their request fulfilled.~ And I will write one of my experiences on what happens as a result of said request, and post the story here in the experiences forum. Sounds like a sweet deal, no? And like last time... SOME RULES, BECAUSE IM NO FUN: 1. Do not request pictures or video. There is a very select few very close friends on this site that have seen me, and its going to stay that way, and literally only one person I've ever sent omo pictures to and that is also staying that way. I don't do pictures or video. You'll have to rely on my oh-so-slick writers mind.~ 2. Don't use your request to try and weasel me into a holding contest or something. If I had a dollar for every single person on this site thats asked that of me I'd be one rich bitch, eh? 3. No outlandish or stupid requests, ESPECIALLY those aimed at expressly humiliating me. This is a big step for me in the omorashi way, it's a miracle I'm making this lotto a thing. So I'm not going to go pee in front of my history professor, or wet myself in the passenger seat of my grandmas car right next to her, or anything like that. I shouldn't have to give examples, you know what I mean. 4. I'm not giving away my exact location. Or even semi-general location. Don't ask what the name of the mall nearest me is for your request, I'm not stupid. 5. A new addition to the rules, NO COUNCIL. For those who aren't in the know, I'd really rather not do things like diapers. Not my thing. So...You get all that? Yes? No? Hopefully! If not, feel free to drop any questions below! Otherwise, make those rolls, and post those screenshots and requests! Let the fourth annual Kozmo-Lotto, the first of 2017... BEGIN!!!!!
  4. I've recently started a job working in the offices of a large company, and I've been lucky enough to see some nice desperation sightings: During the induction week for the new starters, we had a guy come in and give a long, boring presentation that went on for around 2 hours. The presentation was first thing in the morning, and there was plenty of water, orange juice, tea and coffee being drunk to help people stay awake. Towards the end of the presentation, I noticed a few of the girls in our group were looking quite distracted, looking at the clock and fidgeting in their seats. Two girls sat near me in particular were looking particularly desperate - a very attractive blonde wearing tight black trousers and heels, and a cute brunette wearing a tight pencil skirt and heels, both in their early 20s. The blonde was quite red in the face, and was constantly shifting in her seat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs every so often and taking frequent glances towards the clock. The brunette was leaning back in her seat with her legs crossed, bouncing her foot around and biting her lip. Both girls were looking worried and seemed to be debating whether or not to face the embarrassment of walking out of the room in front of us all. As the presentation finally finished, both girls shot up out of their seats before anyone else and hurried towards the door, wearing tense expressions and taking small, mincing steps. The presenter then realised he'd forgotten to mention something and spoke for a few more seconds, and both girls had to pause on their way out, the blonde crossing her legs tightly and the brunette gritting her teeth, resting her hand on the front of her skirt. They hurried out of the room as soon as the guy finished talking, along with a few others who were clearly also feeling the effects of a very full bladder. While sitting at my desk, I noticed that a senior manager (very attractive, curvy blonde lady in her 40s wearing a smart skirt suit, tights and heels) who was sat near me on a long conference call was looking quite tense, and was fidgeting about a lot in her seat. She had been sat there for well over 2 and a half hours and in that time had finished a large Costa coffee and at least two smaller cups of coffee from the machine in our office that people had brought her, as well as a cup of water. She was quite flushed and as I watched her, she sat right on the edge of her seat and was pushing her thighs together tightly, resting her hands on top of them. She seemed to be getting more and more frustrated that her meeting was overrunning, until she finally said very matter-of-factly 'Sorry to interrupt, but I have to ask that we try to wrap things up fairly soon'. She paused for a second, listening to someone talking, before laughing and saying 'Yes, and I've been sat here for nearly 3 hours and had about 3 cups of coffee, so I’m reaching my limit!'. She had to hang on for another few minutes, squeezing her thighs together and bouncing her knees, trying to concentrate on making her final points despite the immense pressure she must have been feeling in her bladder. Finally, the meeting was over and she hurriedly said her goodbyes before throwing down her headset and hurrying very quickly past me towards the toilets, her heels clicking quickly on the floor, smoothing down her skirt as she went. She came back after a couple of minutes looking very relieved! While sitting at my desk doing some work, a slim, attractive woman in her 30s wearing tight jeans and heels came over to speak to a project manager sat next to me. It was around lunchtime, and I overheard her say she had just come out of a very long meeting, which she was moaning to the guy sat next to me about. I noticed that she looked quite flustered and couldn't stand still for a second, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot and crossing her legs one way then the other. At one point, he said something to make her laugh and she bent forwards for a second, resting her hands on her thighs before straightening up and resuming her fidgeting. We were sat fairly near the toilets, so she had obviously hurried to the loo after her meeting only to get caught up in conversation while she was dying to go (the guy she was talking to has a tendency to talk for ages as well). Eventually, after a lot more leg crossing and she managed to finish the conversation and turned towards the toilets, only to see that they had just been closed for cleaning! She moaned quietly in frustration and bounced on the spot, before hurrying off towards the closest set of toilets further down towards the other end of the office while looking around in slight embarrassment. Last week I had to attend a morning meeting around 2 hours drive away, and I got a lift with two women who were also attending, Jane (late 20s, athletic and quite attractive, wearing tight black trousers) and Emma (about 21, slim and gorgeous with long dark blonde hair, who was wearing a short skirt and black tights). Emma was driving, I was in the front seat and Jane was sat in the back. After we’d been driving about an hour and a half, I noticed that while both of the girls had been very chatty at the start of the drive, they now seemed to be distracted and were much quieter. They mentioned earlier that they had both drunk a large cup of tea before we set off, so I’m guessing that both of them were now quickly becoming desperate for the loo, I know I was certainly needing to go. Emma in particular was looking quite anxious, and I noticed that the half litre bottle of water she’d been taking frequent sips from was now nearly empty. As we got closer to our destination, we hit a large queue of very slow moving traffic. Emma sighed as we slowed to a crawl, and I noticed that she was driving with one hand on the wheel, with the other pushing down against her thigh, while squeezing both thighs together tightly – difficult to do when driving! ‘Not far to go now’ she said brightly, but there was a slight strain in her voice and her cheeks were flushed. ‘Good… cos I really need a wee’ Jane said shyly, and I glanced round to see her leaning forwards in her seat with her legs pushed together, resting a hand in between them. ‘I do as well’ I said jokily, and Jane laughed. ‘I’ve actually needed one for the past half hour’ she said, looking worriedly at the long lone of traffic in front of us. Emma, who had been paying attention to the road, suddenly said ‘Oh same, I REALLY need a wee, like, really really need a wee’, leaning forwards in her seat for a second as if to emphasise how badly she wanted to go. To my surprise, she continued. ‘I drink so much water, normally my bladder can handle it. I never go at work, but for some reason when I’m in the car I always need to go.’ Just then, the traffic which had been moving slowly, suddenly stopped. Jane leaned forwards, trying to see what was causing the holdup, and I heard her moan softly under her breath as she sat back down in her seat, squeezing her legs together and tapping her hands on her thighs. Shortly afterwards, the traffic started to move and after a few more anxious minutes, we were at our destination. I got out of the car, really needing to pee now that I was stood up, and Jane and I stood waiting for Emma to lock the car and get her bag out of the back. ‘Ooh… god I need a wee.’ Jane muttered, almost dancing from foot to foot and looking at the office we were visiting. We walked quickly into the reception and told the receptionist who we were meeting, and she called him to let him know that we’d arrived. As she spoke on the phone, both Emma and Jane were looking anxiously round, but there were no toilets to be seen. Jane was gently shifting from foot to foot, and Emma stood with her long legs very tightly crossed, biting her lip and watching the receptionist intently, both of them looking rosy-cheeked and flustered. As soon as she put the phone down, Jane asked her if there were toilets nearby. The receptionist explained that they were inside the office, but we needed to wait for the guy we were meeting to give us our visitor passes and escort us through. ‘Ooh, hope he hurries up’ Emma said quietly, making us both laugh. A few seconds later he arrived, handed us our passes and we followed him down the corridor to the meeting room. As we walked into the room, Jane and Emma hurriedly put their bags down on the table and took off their coats. ‘Sorry but I really must nip to the loo, where abouts are they?’ Jane asked hurriedly, moving quickly towards the door, followed closely by Emma. The guy showed us the way and we all walked quickly down the corridor towards relief. Another sighting featuring Jane from the story above. A few weeks ago, Jane and I were sitting on the bus on the journey home (the company runs its own bus service that runs from the office, through the city centre, and to the suburb where we live, with lots of stops along the way). The route normally takes around an hour, but because of particularly heavy traffic that day, it was taking about 20 minutes longer. As the bus got close to our stop, I noticed Jane sat just in front of me and across the aisle. She was sitting with her legs very tightly crossed, which was difficult to do as there isn’t much leg room on the bus, bouncing them every so often with a hand pushed between them. Every time the bus stopped, she leaned out of her seat to look at the traffic in front of us, getting more and more frustrated as time wore on. She had headphones on, otherwise I would have asked her what was bothering her so much, even though I’m sure it was because she was dying for a pee. As I watched her, she uncrossed her legs, squeezed her thighs together tightly while leaning forwards in her seat, before recrossing her legs the other way. She did this a few more times, until a few minutes later when our stop finally arrived. As we got off the bus, she took her headphones off and turned around to say bye to me, as we live in opposite directions from where the bus drops us off. ‘I can’t believe how bad the traffic was tonight’ I said just before she started to walk away, trying to stall her for a bit longer. She crossed her legs tightly and smiled. ‘Yeah it was awful, sorry I would stop and chat but I really need to go to the loo!’ she said breathlessly, bouncing on the spot with her legs still tightly crossed. I laughed and we said our goodbyes, before she hurried off to relief. Another bus sighting. It was another day with heavy traffic and the route home was taking longer than normal. I noticed that a curvy, cute blonde girl with glasses sat directly opposite me across the aisle was bouncing one knee quickly up and down every few seconds, looking anxiously at the long line of cars in front of us. She had bought a large cup of coffee from the office canteen and had been taking frequent sips throughout the journey, and by now it looked like she was starting to feel the effects in her bladder. We still had about 10 minutes left to go before it was time to get off, and as the minutes ticked slowly by, her knee bouncing got more and more frequent until it was almost constant, and I saw her bite her lip a few times. Unfortunately my stop came (mine is the second to last stop – the last stop is right in the centre of the suburb about 2 minutes further) so I didn’t get to see the outcome, but I’m guessing she had a desperate walk home ahead of her with a very full bladder. A couple of weeks ago, I was walking out of the canteen, and just in front of me one of the canteen staff (a cute blonde woman in her late 20s, wearing a black polo shirt and tight black trousers) was hurrying towards the toilets. As she turned the corner, she stopped and gave a frustrated sigh, seeing that the cleaner was just putting up the sign on the toilet door to say that they were closed for cleaning. The cleaner glanced round and the blonde woman said ‘Ooh can I just go in quickly? Sorry but I’ve been waiting forever’, bouncing on the spot to show how badly she wanted to go. The cleaner said it was fine, and let the woman walk past her into the toilets. ‘Oh thanks so much, I’ll be two minutes!’ she said breathlessly as she hurried in. It was around 2pm, and she had obviously been stuck on the till since before 12 serving people during the lunchtime rush, and had only just got a chance to go. At the office building where I am based most of my time, there is a fairly large call centre where staff spend hours on the phones taking calls from customers. The call centre workers have set breaks, and unless it is their breaktime they’re often not allowed to just leave their phone unattended, unless they ask their manager if they can go for a quick loo break. However, it seems like most of the staff hang on until their break even if they’re bursting. I’ve seen a few anxious looking women hurrying to the toilets, which are just outside the office where the call centre is located. The most memorable sighting I had was when I saw a very cute, short and slightly curvy girl in her late teens/early 20s, wearing a short skirt and black tights, rushing out of the office. She was resting a hand on the front of her skirt, not quite holding herself but not far from it, and she was very red in the face. As soon as she saw me she quickly moved her hand back to her side and gave me an embarrassed looking smile, before biting her lip as she pushed open the door to the toilets. It’s also not uncommon to see some of the call centre staff go straight out for a smoke and wait until just before their break ends to go back in for a pee, so there are often plenty of women stood out in the smoking area fidgeting around with their legs very tightly crossed! Hope you enjoyed these sightings, hopefully there will be many more to come!
  5. This following story took place around a year ago, at the annual knighting ceremony of the kingdom. The Saint was there, replacing the Pope as the one who gave blessing to the newly recruited knights. Many recruits were happy of this change, seeing how they really wished to see the Saint herself up close. The ceremony was performed on the open ground, due to the amount of recruits the kingdom received this year. Helen was standing in the middle, wearing a sleeveless one-piece white dress with a circlet on her head and a pair of white slippers on her feet. She also wore a blue cloak that fluttered behind her . The Pope, wearing his usual ceremonial white priest outfit, and the knight commander, wearing her armor that covered her lower half nicely yet leaving her cleavage visible, stood beside her, a little to the back. One by one, the new recruits kneeled in front of her, looking upwards at her as she kissed them on their forehead. "May the Creator be with you," Helen said afterwards. The recruits were supposed to stay silent on the whole process, but some of them couldn't resist the opportunity of conversing with the Holy Saint herself. Most of them said something like "Oh, milady! I promise, I shall serve you with my whole body and soul! I would die at your command!" . But, there was one youth who grabbed her arms before saying "Remember me, Milady? Milady visited my village when you were just a girl! And you cured my mother's blindness! Ever since then, I dreamed of this day where I could repay my debt to you!" with an intensely heated eyes. "What is the meaning of this? Recruit, release her at once!" the knight commander ordered as she drew her sword. "I will train hard and I will rise up in the ranks and one day I'll be--" "Recruit!" Alicia's voice boomed. The youth reluctantly released his grip before returning back to the others. The knight commander approached Helen, and she said while kneeling to her, "Do not worry, milady. I will make sure that the boy would be expelled immediately after--" "That is not necessary, Alicia" Helen replied with a warm smile. "He was merely expressing his love for me." "B-but, milady, he dared to touch you without--" "It's fine. I am merely an emissary of the Creator God. I am not a god. I am human, just like you." Noticing Helen's gentle yet stern expression, Alicia relented. Every time she met her, she didn't feel like a 16-year old girl at all. She could overwhelm her, a 30-year old veteran knight. As expected from the Saint, Alicia thought to herself. The ceremony continued on for the next hour, which there were a couple more talkative recruits, though nothing as brave as the youth. But now, the Saint's mind was starting to be diverted to another matter. The fact that she needed to pee. Since the ceremony took place on an open ground, Mary made sure that she drank a lot of water beforehand so she would have the strength to stand for that long, and not just faint from dehydration. But Mary was quite overreacting since the weather was forecast, making the water she drank all fill her bladder instead of coming out as sweat. She inferred from the remaining recruits that she still had another hour to go. She believed she could still make it just fine however, so it didn't bother her that much other than the occasional crossing of her legs and the tapping of her feet. But she was not the only person who was desperate in that ceremony. Alicia's stomach had been rumbling ever since the ceremony started. She was totally fine just a half hour ago, yet when the ceremony started, she was clenching her anus tight in order to not make a mess of herself. And now, two hours had passed. As a warrior, she was trained to hold her need until she could have a safe opportunity to go. Yet her stomach kept churning and rumbling, pumping more waste to be expelled. To her embarrassment, she had farted a few times during the ceremony. Lucky for her neither the Saint nor the pope smelled the stench., thanks to the wind blowing away from them. The fart when she kneeled in front of the Saint was the worst though. it was pretty wet and she was sure she had crapped in her panties a little. But she kept her stoic and professional knightly expression, even when she was farting. Thirty more minutes. Now, Helen was feeling quite seriously uncomfortable. When she leaned down to kiss the recruits, she would keep her tights pressed together. And her movements started to become more stiff and restrained. Alicia on the other hand, was sweating bullets. It took all her effort to keep her poop inside of her. She kept repeating to herself that she could hold it, that 30 more minutes were nothing and she could reach the chamberpot before she utterly lost it. And amazingly, she still kept her composure during this state. Fifteen more minutes. "May the Creator be with---ooh" Helen could feel her face reddening as she just spurted in her panties. Her little freeze made the recruit look at her with a confused look. "--be with you." she continued. "I-I apologize. I am getting quite fatigued." "O-oh no, please don't apologize!" the female knight replied. "It must be tiring for Milady to stand here for such a long period of time. Really, what was the Pope thinking, telling Milady to do this?" Helen smiled hearing her concern. "It's fine. It's not his fault for I asked him to. I wish to know you all better. It is the least I could do to return your loyal servitude." "Y-youre too kind, milady!" she said, teary eyed. Behind her, Alicia was faring worse. She could tell that if she moved a muscle, she would lose control and she would mess all over her panties, right in front of everyone. If any of it actually leaked through her armor, her reputation would be finished. And then, a fly landed on her nose, making her sneeze. "A-ah, it's coming out..." she mumbled as she looked down, pursing her lips, with her face beet red. Her muscles automatically expelled all the mess she had been holding, first to her panties, then to her pants, and finally to her armor. The mush enveloped her entire butt, and she could smell the horrible stench starting to appear. "And with that, I conclude the ceremony of knighthood. You are all dismissed," the Pope announced. The recruits did as he told, going back to their barracks. "Saint Helen, are you all right, my dear? Your face looks quite pale," he said when he approached her. "Y-yes, Frederick, I-I'm fine. I-I just wish to rest." Helen said. "Of course. you must be tired for standing all those three hours. I've told you it would be hard but you wouldn't listen, my girl." "I-it is worth it, Frederick. I met many good soldiers today. This kingdom is in safe hands," Helen said, with a stiff smile. "Go on ahead then. I still need to talk with Alicia." Helen nodded as she slowly walked away from the field, with her hands on her lap. Her room was thankfully quite close. But it was situated on the third floor, so she would have to climb two set of stairs to reach her relief. Oh God, please help me, she thought to herself with a pursed lips. She put her right foot gingerly on the step. She lifted her body, her bladder threatening to let her urine loose. Every step was like torture to her. She was never this close to wetting herself before. But, she made it to her room with just a couple more leaks that only left a few unnoticeable drops on the stairs. The moment she arrived, she ran towards the chamberpot, throwing her slippers and pulling down her panties. "Oh, thank you, thank you my Lord," she muttered as she relieved herself above the pot. That was really close. A minute more, and she might just have exploded right in front of her room. Alicia slowly and subtly put a distance between her and the Saint and Pope after she messed herself. She intended to just walk off casually right when the ceremony was over. However, the old man Frederick called upon her, making her have to approach him. "The minister wishes to see you after--- my Lord, what is that smell?" Alicia's heart skipped a beat. "W-what smell, milord?" she asked, playing it cool. "That smell, it smells like something terribly rotten," "I-I do not know, milord. I don't smell anything. A-anyhow, if milord has no more business with me, then I shall take my leave." Alicia bowed to him, making her mess shift a little inside her armor. And then, she walked back to her room like nothing ever happened. Her armor had succeeded in containing all of her waste. (Just a little idea of mine, written to waste time. Feel free to write your own one shots here, Blooper.)
  6. January 18, 2017 Today, after serious contemplation and thought, I wanted to try a risky move, so I texted my hubby to tell him to meet me at the mall. So an hour before I left, I made sure to drink a big thing of tea, and another one on the road. It made me excited to try something more daring, to try something riskier. I made it over to the mall in 35minutes, I looked around for my hubby and finally found him ^^' hello hotty <3. There he was, wearing nice black pants and a nice green dress shirt. But enough of what he's wearing, I had on my light sky blue shirt which sleeves covered my fore arms, not tucked in and a khaki skirt to my ankles, beige pantyhose and black sexy boots. I looked around and there was a lot of people around, but honestly I don't think anyone was paying attention. I grabbed the book that was in my bag and made the impression that I was trying to sell the book to my hubby incase any on lookers came strolling by. I looked around nervously biting my lower lip, my hubby soon clued in as to what I was scheming. I stood there nervous, I closed my eyes and started to pee. I had to stay still to reduce the risk of the pee getting my skirt wet. Which was hard enough to do as it was. I opened my eyes and my hubby was looking guard, I could see his excited ness ^^' I stood in a pool of my own pee, luckily just a small section at the ends got a tiny bit wet, nothing worth getting excited about. I moved out of the puddle then we moved we away. My face was red, my hubby was more scared then I was ^^' I had to wait until I was abit more dry to sit, but we eventually sat and had a beverage, what a rush :)
  7. I was forgot about her until I saw her new video. She has some good pee/wetting videos. Here I will post the wetting ones. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph572f63b03328e - panty wetting (nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph586ff79ecd6f3 - thong wetting (nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph587fd3ca436f4 - jeans wetting (no nudity) http://www.pornhub.com/users/ravenbigass/videos - this is link to her profile and all her videos
  8. Hello again, Please see one of the best jeans wettings I have ever seen, mixed it with some shaky acting haha. She has told me that she can pee in her jeans as easily as going on the toilet, and it clearly shows. Enjoy! hypnosis.mp4
  9. 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
  10. Female

    Hi Everyone! I'm Lily. I'm a 29 year old female who is into omorashi...obviously. I'm 5'7". Approximately 132lbs. I have dark brown hair and blue eyes. Today I'm going to tell you about my favorite early omorashi childhood memory. I have A LOT of memories in addition to this one. Some memories are about myself and others are about friends I had growing up. I even have memories during my 20s that I could eventually share. I'm going to start with my favorite, but that doesn't mean the other memories aren't great either! Please reply to this post and share your favorite early memory too! In fact, here's the deal: the more replies I get of people telling me their own memories, the more updates I will add to this post telling additional memories I have. Okay here we go with the first one. This story is 100% true. I tired to recall the dialogue as best as I could. During my elementary school years, I had a best friend. Her name was Charlotte. Charlotte had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an average build. Practically everyday after school, I would go over to Charlotte's house to play. Her house was literally right around the corner from our elementary school, whereas, my house was a good 6 blocks. Also, my mother worked full time when I was a child and she wouldn't get off work until around 5pm and school ended for us around 3:00pm. Because of my mother's work hours, Charlotte's mother agreed to watch me after school until my mother could pick me up. On the day of this particular memory in question, our class at school had a Halloween party. We were in the 2nd grade and both Charlotte and I were 7 years old. Our school parties were also at the end of the day. We'd do our school work until the last couple of hours of the school day and then the remainder of the day would be devoted to eating sugary snacks, listening to music and drinking a ton of liquids (party). It seemed that every party was catered with the same beverage: gallon jugs of sugary orange drink. Thinking back on it, I can recall the sickeningly sweet fake orange taste, but at the time, I loved it and I would drink cups and cups of the stuff during any chance I got. Keep in mind, Charlotte was my best friend, so during the party we naturally were inseparable and during the course of the party hours, I got an eye witness account of her downing about 6-7 cups of the orange drink. Since it was a Halloween party, we were both dressed in costumes. I was a black cat that year; which meant I was wearing black stretch pants and a tight black top (along with a headband with ears and face paint). Charlotte was an angel. She was wearing a cream colored gown with a homemade halo made of wire and Christmas garland. Underneath her gown, her mother made her wear a pair of pink leggings in case her gown flew up as she was playing and running around. She was also wearing a matching pink top to match the leggings. I remember during the party Charlotte kept complaining that her costume was hot. Looking back, I think that's one of the reasons she drank so much of the orange drink. Right before our school party ended and it was time to go home, I told Charlotte I was going to ask the teacher if I could run across the hallway to the restroom to go pee because I had to go pretty bad from drinking so much myself. I asked Charlotte if she wanted to come with me, but she said no. She was engrossed in running around and playing with our other friends, eating candy, and dancing to the silly Halloween music like, "Monster Mash". She told me she had to pee a little, but would wait until she got home and she'd be okay because her house was so close. I said, "fine" and got permission from the teacher to go to the bathroom. I walked across the hallway to the bathroom, peed, and came back to our classroom all right away. By the time I got back to the classroom, the parents were arriving to pick their children up to go home. Charlotte's mother was among them. Charlotte's mother told us to gather our things so that we could leave. Charlotte and I walked over to our desks to gather up all our candy and party favors and I saw that Charlotte was holding her crotch. I asked her about it and she said, "I need to go pee pretty bad now, but I don't feel like going now. I can wait til we get home." I said, "okay." We then finished gathering our things and we left shortly after with Charlotte's mother. During the short walk to her house, Charlotte seemed really animated. She stopped a couple of times to do a little dance and one time when her mother wasn't paying attention (walking in front of us), Charlotte stopped for a second and grabbed her crotch really tight. I asked her if she was okay and she said, "My pee feels like it's about to come out. I need to pee pee so bad now." I just replied that we are almost home and she could make it to the bathroom. When we got to her house and inside her door, Charlotte immediately removed her costume claiming once again that she was hot. She threw her costume down on the floor in the foyer. This left her wearing her pink leggings and pink top only. Right after she took her costume off, she proceeded toward the bathroom on the 1st floor. Before she could make it to the bathroom, her mother called out, "Charlotte, come into the kitchen and look what I bought for you." Charlotte stopped midway in her tracks and ran into the kitchen instead. I followed her. When we arrived into the kitchen, we saw that what her mother wanted to show her was a new dress she'd bought for Charlotte that day. She told us the dress was what she wanted Charlotte to wear to an upcoming party their family was going to for one of their family friends. She told us to take the dress up to Charlotte's room and place it on the dresser and she would be up in a little while to have Charlotte try it on. The whole time we were in the kitchen, Charlotte couldn't keep still very well. She kept jumping up and down and doing little dance moves. She refrained from holding her crotch though. My assumption is she didn't want her mother to know how bad she had to pee because her mother would have scolded her for not using the restroom before leaving school. Her mother made no comment on Charlotte's movements. I guess she assumed she was hyperactive from all the sugar at the Halloween party. After leaving the kitchen, Charlotte and I immediately started to head up to her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, Charlotte dropped to her knees dramatically, made the sound of sucking air with her teeth and started to whimper. I was ahead of her on the stairs. I heard the thud of her dropping to her knees and the sounds she was making and stopped to look back at her. She looked up at me wide eyed and said in a shocked voice, "I peed a little bit." I replied shocked as well, "You peed your pants?" She said back hesitantly, "Not really. Just peed a tiny bit in my panties. My leggings don't feel wet." I told her that she better get up and get to the bathroom before she peed more. Her comeback was, "Hold on a sec, Lily. I just need to sit here a minute and hold myself." I then watched her proceed to position her leg so that she was sitting down hard on her ankle. She sat on her ankle and rocked back and forth, sucking in air the whole time. She did this for a good while and then all of a sudden she took both her hands and grabbed onto her crotch and held on for what felt like a whole 30 seconds. The whole time she was sitting there rocking and holding her crotch she was looking down at herself holding herself. She was also making little whimpering noises here and there. Then finally she said, "Okay. I'm better now." Charlotte raised herself from the stairs and continued to climb up to the 2nd floor. When we got to the 2nd floor she grabbed herself again really tight and said almost panicky, "Come on, let's hurry up and put this dress in my room." We walked into her bedroom and she frantically threw the dress on top of her dresser. Immediately after that, she stood up straight and got really ridged and grabbed her crotch again very tight. She then crossed her legs and did a sort of dance where she was walking backward clumsily and called out to me in a voice that sounded like she was on the verge of crying, "I'm going to pee pee in my pants. Lily, I'm going to pee my pants. I can't hold it anymore. I have to pee too bad. Lily, what am I going to do? I'm going to have an accident." I thought for sure she was going to pee her pants right there on the spot, but she gained control after a minute. She kept standing there though holding her crotch. She seemed unable to move for awhile. Finally, she started to walk toward the bathroom with her hand in her crotch. She walked a few paces and then stopped. She crouched down, sucking in some more air. She stood back up, walked some more, and stopped again. She looked at me pleadingly and said, "I don't think I can make it to the potty, Lily. My pee is starting to come out again." I replied with, "Maybe if you run, you can still make it." She looked at me and said, "Okay." Charlotte ran out of her room while holding her crotch. I followed her as she ran to the 2nd floor bathroom. I walked out of her bedroom and halfway down the hall toward the bathroom myself. I saw Charlotte run into the bathroom and collapse on the bathroom floor. She did not close the door because she was in such a hurry. She was sitting on the bathroom floor on her knees with her legs sprawled out behind her. She was wiggling furiously and whimpering as she was wiggling. Then all of a sudden, Charlotte got extremely still and I heard a faint hissing sound and the sound of her start to cry. I yelled out to her and asked her what was wrong and between sniffling she called back, "I'm peeing in my pants and I can't stop." And she couldn't stop indeed. The hissing was so loud and so strong and the puddle was growing so big that I was standing there in silent awe watching it happen. Charlotte continued to pee and pee. She didn't say anything more, but looked down at her lap watching herself flood her leggings. Finally she was done. She stood up and her pink leggings were soaked in the back and the front. There was also the biggest puddle I'd ever seen on the bathroom floor. Her face was also bright red and tear streaked. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I had to pee so bad and it just came out. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't." I just shrugged. Soon after that, she changed and we told her mother what happened. Her mother was understanding because well...accidents happen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay. Now let's hear your memories!
  11. Welcome everybody! Night of the Omorashi is an Interactive Story-Game with only one goal... to survive! Game/Story Mechanics As we go through the game, there will be many mechanics, but the most important ones are: Health - The lifeblood of our character. Make sure it stays above 0 though, or its game over! Stamina - As we do actions, our stamina will decrease. Be careful if it gets too low though because you will need it if you get into a pinch. Likewise, when our character sleeps or is doing nothing our stamina will increase. Bladder - Shouldn't need much explanation... it is what we are all here for after all ;). Our Maximum Capacity will vary depending on a combination of our Health, Stamina and the situation we find ourselves in... so be careful Hunger/Thirst - Throughout the story, our character will need to eat and drink! Don't worry though, By keeping this stat maintained you will be able to keep your Health, Stamina and Bladder up. In addition certain foods and drinks can provide unique bonuses! Inventory - Every game needs some sort of inventory! Our inventory is based off of slots with all the items we carry taking up a slot. These slots however are not hard limits, we can carry over them but going over will incur hits to our stamina In addition to this, this we also have several other passive mechanics and statistics which don't need to be micro-managed like the above. These will come up from time to time, but I will make sure to mention their rules every time they show up. Actions & Voting Rules As in other Interactive Stories, as we go through the plot, there will be default options to bring you give you some immediate ideas of what can be done, but ultimately everything that our character(s) do is up to you, the players. As the auther/GM I will be giving you guys enough time to debate and select what you want to do and won't begin the following sequence until either enough people have voted, a clear majority has passed, or until a set time limit. Votes will be tallied by a simple democratic majority and if you guys wish, you may even choose multiple things to do. =========================================================================================================================== =========================================================================================================================== Character Creation Like every good game, we start by creating our character. Be careful, Every option here will effect the game in some capacity either through increased/decreased capabilities or different scenarios Choice One: Difficulty Level / Bladder Capacity - Easy (High Bladder Capacity) - Medium (Moderate Bladder Capacity) - Hard (Low Bladder Capacity) Choice Two: Select our Gender - Male - Female (Recommended) Choice Three: Select our Age Range (Effects starting location) - Teen (18) (Recommended) - Adult (24) Choice Four: Select our Focus - Intelligence (Has more options available at their disposal with a higher chance of being able to successfully pull them off) - Physique (Higher Stamina and Health) Choice Five: What do we look like? - Hair Length/Style: (Short/Long) - Natural Hair Colour: (Blonde/Brunette/Red/Auburn/Black) - Eye Colour: (Blue/Brown/Green/ect) - Height: Tall/Short - Bust Size: (Large/Medium/Small) - Clothing Optional: Anything else you may want An example may be if you have a specific name you would like... maybe you want us to have a certain quirk. This choice is completely optional and is all up to you. If nobody selects anything, no worry I have defaults all planned out. - Name - Quirks - Underwear Colour - Favourite Colour - Phobias
  12. female

    Hey all, haven't written a story in a while. I really enjoyed writing the last one, so I decided to do it again, this is only a short one this is chapter one of two, the second part hopefully coming in about a week's time. Here we go: Centre Stage Chapter One: A Bio At the age of twenty-two I was getting a taste of what glamour felt like and it was a little bit addictive. Don't get me wrong, I'm hardly super famous, but I am able to say that I have been on tour and had a top forty album, and not everyone gets to say that. Yes, the silly little band that my brother and I are in is starting to get recognised. We haven't made it big time by any definition, I mean when we played Glastonbury it was on the Introducing stage (which is still really cool), our second EP made #36 on the album charts and our tour wasn't exactly a sell out. I can't stress enough how small our success was in the grand scheme of things, but it's still success. And the reason I called it a silly little band is because that's how it felt for a long time. I should add, I wasn't involved from the very beginning. My twin brother, Alex, started the band with his friends from the band room in school when we were eighteen, and at the time it was all guys. After a little while, Alex told me they were interested in having a chick singer and whether I wanted to join. Those are the exact words he used; chick singer. Which is initially why I didn't want to do it, because I could see exactly where they were going with it. A pop-punk band with a female vocalist has been done before, and I was worried that audiences would think we were just trying to be Paramore. However, it obviously worked because four years later, here we are. So that's me, Beth Church, I'm twenty-two and I'm lead singer of semi-pro Pop-Punk band Full Charge. I guess I sort of look the part. I'm short, skinny, blonde and very pretty (if I'm allowed to say that). I'm living a life that I never thought I would be living, and every now and then I am reminded of that by having really cool things happen to me that are out of the ordinary. Sure, I get up on stage and sing and people dance and often sing our songs along with us (which is really something), but I'm used to that. It's things like being interviewed, and people asking for selfies that really throw me and remind me that people are actually starting to know who I am. At a gig recently, a girl and her friend came up with a camera and said that they were making a video about the gig and asked whether I would be interested in doing a little Q&A, to which I said yes, obviously. They wanted me for their video, younger me would never have imagined it. Anyway, the interview itself was important because one of the questions they asked me brought up something that I don't often like to talk about. They asked me all the usual stuff, whether I was looking forward to the gig, how the band first started, what it felt like to be in the album charts, all of which I had answers for. But then she asked me about the thing that is, I have to be honest, my least favourite thing about being in the band. She asked me what it was like, as a woman, to be travelling around with a bunch of guys. Now, I love my band mates, I honestly do we're all really good friends, and not once have any of them ever made any advances or deliberately made me uncomfortable. But I never quite got used to it, I never quite got comfortable. I'm a pretty private person anyway, so I guess it has less to do with being a woman, but I'm sure gender did at least play a small part. I gave her a pretty vague answer about how sometimes it was a bit awkward having to share dressing rooms with them and stuff, which was true, but my insecurities go a lot deeper than that, and it reminded me of a particular story that I will never forget. During our last tour we did thirteen consecutive nights, so as you can imagine there was a bit of a pattern. Travel to a gig, play the gig, stay in a hotel, shove food down our mouths, move on to the next gig and so on. I'm not great at travelling anyway, I'm the person that usually asks if we can stop because I need a wee, but most of the time it's fine we usually stop at least once and if not I just hold it until we get there. One particular day we had to travel from a gig in Sheffield to a gig in Canterbury, it was the longest journey on the tour and so as we sat eating our lunch in a pub close to the hotel, we discussed the journey ahead. "We may have to stop a couple of times" said Josh, who plays lead Guitar in the band "we may be cutting it a bit close, but I think we'll be ok." Bearing in mind it was half past twelve at that point and the gig started at seven. Venues normally want us there a couple of hours before to do sound check, and it was at this point that we wondered if maybe we should have got up and left a bit sooner. "We'll make it" said Alex, my brother (he also played Guitar in the band). "My only worry is we don't to rush the sound check" said Dan (the drummer) "I would suggest if we do stop we make them very quick stops." I didn't like to say anything, because I sometimes feel a bit awkward, but the way Dan was talking it sounded as though he would rather not stop at all, which worried me greatly. I had already had a coffee with my breakfast this morning, and was sitting here drinking a coke with my lunch, which I didn't really want but when I was asked what I wanted to drink I didn't really want to say nothing so I ordered one. If we decided not to stop I would be in big trouble. So we set off about one o'clock and I did that thing where I waited until the very last minute before I went to the toilet, and even after I finished peeing I sat on the toilet for a bit longer, letting every last drop out just to get my bladder as empty as I could. And then we were off.
  13. Hi! I've been kind of inactive/lurking for a year at this point, mostly due to work and other situations, but I want to try and be around more! I decided I would try my hand at writing an interactive story, because it looked fun! Instead of simply choosing the path, you (the reader) actually have a role to play in the story! Holly, a young witch attending a magical academy, has procrastinated for far too long, and has now allowed herself to become possessed by spirits (that's you!) in an attempt to cheat at a test. What she doesn't realize is that the voices in her head might not like helping a random girl with a test, and that they can also have an influence on her choices. Enjoy! --- This was a bad idea. This was a really bad idea, and Holly was probably being incredibly stupid right now, but a) to this rambunctious, daring young witch, there were no bad ideas, and b) at this point, she really didn't have any other option anyway. Her magical theory test was in two days, and she hadn't studied yet. At all. Look, say what you will about her work ethic, but being yelled at isn't going to get her out of this mess. She's been missing homework the entire semester, and spending too much time daydreaming and reading when she should have been studying, and now she's completely unprepared for a test worth thirty percent of her final grade for the year. It's not like it's her fault! She just, has a really hard time paying attention! And, actually summoning the drive to work. But still, this is going to make the difference between whether she ends up as an arch-mage or a cauldron scrubber, and. Naturally. She had only started caring two days ago. This was a good decision that nobody had any reason to regret at all, oh no. ...Which was why she was currently surrounded by a magic circle, attempting to summon spirits. Remember how I said bad idea? This is the bad idea. Holly figured that if she were to summon, say, two or three magical spirits (bad idea), and willingly let them possess her (bad idea), then they could simply learn all the theory for her, and whisper it back telepathically during the test, yes? Bad idea. Also illegal. But that wasn't going to stop a desperate little witch with no respect for the rules, so here she is, already reciting the necessary incantations from a book taken from the parts of the archives students weren't even allowed in. "Let's see... um, was it, aminus, or... um, no, wait, animus, I think-" And doing a beautiful job of it too, clearly. Eventually, however, it appeared she had done something right, because the circle glowed, and she suddenly felt her head filled with... far too much company. "A-ah! What's, what's all of..." she gasped, clutching at the sides of her head as it was suddenly flooded with voices. Thoughts that weren't hers, faint sentences in her mind, desires and motives that weren't her own, and... okay, she needed to take a moment here. "All of you, shush! Please be quiet!" And then silence, which she was very grateful for. This was... way more than just two or three spirits, so... she screwed up somewhere, but she could work with this! Definitely. "Alright, listen up! I've got a big test coming up in two days, and if I don't get it right I'm kissing my entire life goodbye at fifteen! So I've got you all in my head to learn all the answers for me so I don't have to! We'll look over the books later on tonight, okay? But for now, I've gotta go to class, so you've gotta let me think! Now..." --- Holly currently stands in her dorm room by herself, with a number of spirits now sharing her mind. She's wearing purple star pajamas, yesterday's white and pink polka-dot panties, and her glasses, slightly magnifying drowsy green eyes. Her curly brown hair is a mess, owing to the fact that she's just woken up, and for the same reason, she is hungry and has a mild urge to pee. The spirits now sharing her mind are able to affect her choices. They act as a sort of hivemind, and the general consensus of them will cause her thoughts to sway. She won't notice that she's being manipulated and freak out - to her, it will mostly feel like random compulsions. You, as the spirits, control her decisions, whether for better or worse! Moods: > Comply with Holly's orders, and help her get ready for the day. You can do a favor for such a cute girl! > Be mad! Who does this girl think she is, huh? You won't do anything for her! If she was stupid enough to put you in her head, then she can suffer your wrath! > Be subtle. You're mad at this girl asking you to bow to her every whim, but you won't let it show. Maybe you'll pretend to comply, and play a few tricks on her. That'll be fun. Possible options: > Get dressed > Eat > Drink > Use the bathroom > Fix her hair > Put away ritual equipment > Prepare for class > Go to class on time > Go to class late > Skip class You don't have to pick one of the options, or post it word-for-word, or anything. They are simply guidelines and suggestions, unless stated otherwise. The general consensus will shine most brightly, but if the opinion is divided, this will also show in Holly's choices. You also don't have to pick just one! Pick all of the things you think apply to the situation, unless stated otherwise. (That being said, do try not to pick too many things at once, I may struggle a little! Don't worry about ignoring fine choices if you don't think it's a good time yet - they might show up again later, so prioritize the most important/urgent things!)
  14. January 17th, 2017 Today, I've decided to show my hubby some appriciation. He's been on night watch for work, and by the time I get home from work, he has dinner made and tea, it's nice ^^' (tho he's usually the main chef it's still nice). I figure since Ivy is still asleep downstairs, I can take advantage of that ^^' I went up to him, looking mischievous, with a small little grin. Commuting always make me needing to pee, 45minutes with coffee, mix with traffic, not the best combination. I was wearing more if my favorite clothes, my pink wrap shirt, dark grey skirt, a bit past my knees, black nightshade pantyhose, with my pink lace v-string, with matching lace bra. To top it off, I really needed to pee. He put his arms around me and pulled me to him where we began to kiss. At that time I thought I'd slowly let out a bit of pee to help with the pressure. I felt pee roll down my leg and onto my foot. Oops ^^' I felt his hands grab my waist, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't hold that well and more pee came out. I bit my lip, he took notice. "Hmm" he said looking me up and down. I put my hands together in front of my private region pressing down a little. I was holding but bouncing, trying to keep it in control. "I need to pee! I'm gonna pee! I am peeing! " I announced hastily as pee ran down my legs, forming a shiny forks of pee for him to see. "Baby!" He started to say. "Dinner isn't the only thing cooking right now" I told him. I let out a moan as pee gushed out of me, i put my legs together and allowed the rest of the pee streak the front of my legs, pooling around my feet. Even though I finished i was dripping wet. My hubby mopped the floor and I slowly stripped out of my wet skirt and clothes to the point where i stood in just my v-string, and bra. I took him by his hand and lead him upstairs into the bedroom for a little" dessert" before dinner ^^'
  15. 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.
  16. here are all of my favourites hope you enjoy beach_peeing_on_spring_break.flv Beach-X-ray pees through swimming suit.avi bikini step.flv bikini_pee_home.wmv Breanna Peeing Her Bikini.flv deliberate_bikini_wetting.mp4 Drew in the dunes 03 DivX503.avi Girl wets bikini on beach - proper edit.avi Pee Pee on Pier- Summer 2009.mp4 pees herself then takes off top.flv
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    Hey, here's the 3rd one, again, this is more of the same but the girls seem to be a little younger (to me anyway) and also includes a 3rd outfit (which is..... very cute :3). Anyway, enjoy! ^____^

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  18. Over the New Year period my husband, baby, and I went to stay with friends in another city/town. It was super freaking hot the entire time because Queensland in Summer. Sweating buckets hot. One evening I had an absolutely ripper headache because I hadn't drunk nearly enough water during the day. I don't normally drink much during the day if I'm somewhere unfamiliar because I prefer not to pee in unfamiliar places, but it was a mistake on such a hot day. So I made up for my dehydration by drinking a heap of water very quickly. A couple of hours later it had got dark and I decided to put baby to sleep by taking her for a walk in the pram. I went to pee before I left the house but the only bathroom was already being used and I didn't want to wait because that would be embarrassing. I know, most people wouldn't think so. Whatever. Anyway I didn't really need to go; it was just one of those "pee before you leave the house" things. Two minutes down the road I decided I actually did need to pee quite a bit. But I couldn't just go back to the house because that would be embarrassing. I know right? So I decided to just go for a half hour walk and then go back inside. I was literally checking my phone every minute. At the nine minute mark I was sure I wouldn't be able to wait half an hour. In fact I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it back to the house. All of a sudden I'd reached the "you might pee any second" level of desperation. It wasn't a great situation to be in. I was wearing light grey shorts. Which is theoretically not what you would want to wet yourself in; but they are made from some new quick-dry material so who knows how badly an accident might show? Or how quickly it might dry? The safer alternative was to pee outside. Which I hate doing. And I was in a suburb with lots of street lights and no cover. No traffic though, I hadn't seen a single car on the road. I couldn't face the embarrassment of my friends seeing me in pissy clothes so I ended up parking the pram and using it as a shield while I squatted in the gutter. Super classy. If I had been that desperate near my own house with no one home except husband I'd have risked wetting myself instead. But then I wouldn't have got in that position in those conditions. Then I got lost and took about an hour to get back to my friends' place.
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    Paparazzi looking for celebrities ends up finding a drunk chick
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    I'm trying to start a new topic of wetting at the office the whole video is worth to watch but she pees at 48:50 http://www.xvideos.com/video19715765/my_secretary_playing_with_pussy_and_pee_in_the_absence_of_the_boss
  21. female

    Forewarning before you start reading if this sort of thing reaaaaally matters to you, I did not wet my actual bed in my sleep. You see, I just recently got a new bed, and the day before we had hauled my old mattress out onto the step before anybody went to work. Essentially, I've only "wet" the bed three times in my life and one of them barely counts because I woke up and rolled off of it, in a story you can easily find here. Its not something I as a person I can easily hide due to circumstance, and I've never really been interested but this day in particular presented an extremely unique opportunity so I figured I'd try it out. That being, I pulled the mattress back inside the house and almost roleplayed a bedwetting by laying the old mattress on my kitchen floor. We'll start this story with a general start of my day. Woke up, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, drank a back to back combo of a tangerine/blueberry smoothie, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of tea. Such is actually a surprisingly common Kozmo breakfast! Everyone was going about their morning routines, getting ready for work, brand new morning yadda ya. I am an unemployed student who was on break up until tomorrow actually, so I wasn't going anywhere. I just wanted to be up to have the house to myself. It was at this point dad suggested dragging the old mattress outside so he could take it to the dump in a few days. I helped him do so and the second I helped him get it out onto the back patio I realized two things. One, I was fucking freezing because I just walked outside in the Canadian winter and my slender legs were pantsless; I had gone to bed just wearing a big shirt and underwear, a staple household combo for women everywhere (My Friday the 13th shirt :3). Two, everything I stated in the first paragraph plowed through my mind like a freight train and I was already planning deviousness. Nobody batted an eye as they rushed through their routine, even though my mother must have come into the kitchen as I was drinking MORE tea or MORE orange juice or a tall glass of water on any given occasion. About an hour later mom left and I gave her a small wave from the counter, where I was sipping at a mug of coffee, probably my fifth or sixth drink of the morning. Now anyone will tell you this is the path to bloating and rapid desperation you're unprepared for, but the idea was that shortly after everyone left I would be sound asleep.~ The second my dad followed suit out the door I was dashing up the stairs, my feet pounding the floor as loudly as my heart as I burst into my room and looked at my clothes. Should I do it like this? Should I wear actual pajamas? I eventually decided on actual pajamas, to make the experience just a bit more genuine. A matching purple pair I like that I knew I could throw right in the wash, purple patterned with teddy bears and snowflakes. The shirt was a button up, with a cute bow on the collar! They were very soft, very fluffy and warm. In addition I grabbed three things that are a must for a sleep for me in my actual bed. One, my Daryl Dixon pillow (IF DARYL DIES WE RIOT), two, a soft brown blanket I have that would soon also be in the wash, and three, my great big torso sized stuffed dog, Cassie. Now that I had all these things I gathered them in the kitchen. I was starting to feel the twinge of the many, many liquids filling my bladder, and I shuddered a bit, rubbing my legs together and being deliberately as cute as possible with it, because immersion. My time was running out; While this wasn't my first bladder rodeo and I knew I'd be able to hold it in utter agony for a few hours like your standard alliance schoolgirl, I needed to be comfortable enough to gently fall asleep. Now that I was prepared, I feel its time for the OBLIGATORY DESCRIPTION PHASE: In addition to the pajama combination, you know the drill. Put me in the middle of the 5-6 foot range, literally somewhere in the middle, and know that I'm like 100 pounds of unhealthy and tiny. Ridiculously pale, accented by the snow this time of year, with long dark hair. It was red but its fading and getting darker D: Potential re-dye soon? Haven't done blue in awhile. My standard for most of the time has been black or really dark brunette. I never thought to mention that I have tattoo's, but I will not say what. If one knew where my tattoo's were and where and you know me IRL, it is a complete dead giveaway, completely unmistakable. Just know I have tattoos on my back, collar/chest area, wrists, and foot. I am inked. None of them overly big, I just have a few :P In addition I was wearing a pink bra-panty combo. Nothing frilly, nothing special. Anyway, it was around then that I went out onto the step in the cold again, and with great effort, pulled the mattress back inside and dropped it right on the kitchen floor. The dogs were very confused and promptly investigated, but did not seem to find it suspicious when I promptly laid down on it, and tossed my blanket over myself. I shifted a bit more, it wasn't at the NEED TO GO stage but it was filling. I responded by cuddling Cassie close, curling up on my side, and closing my eyes. I used some cognitive therapy I learned once to fall asleep super fast, in combo with the fact that I hadn't been awake long and was still groggy. I woke up two hours later, on my mattress laying on my side cuddling the stuffed dog. I was damp, but I had to pee so fucking badly I had literally been trembling in my sleep, and still was. I must have leaked, in fact I'd imagine it was likely what woke me up. I unlatched an arm from Cassie and reached under the blanket to feel myself, and found my crotch and left thigh were warm and wet. I kept my hand there, I had to or I would have lost control that very second. I laid there with my hand buried in myself, my face buried into the stuffed dog, whimpering and mewling, my legs rubbing and criss crossing around my hand. I treated it like a child might treat it, even though I'm not an ageplay person. Dunno why, it just felt cuter! I'm not allowed to get up in the middle of the night or mommy will get mad, type thing. So I tried to hold it! Even through the next leak that had me moaning into my stuffed dog. And the next big spurt that soaked my hand and had me feeling warmth running down my butt and slightly pooling underneath me in the mattress. It all felt so warm. I actually started to sweat because I felt hot, not in a sexual way just a combined heat of my pj's spurting pee, all under a blanket. I kept squirming and mewling and trying to hold, hugging the stuffed dog while trembling as if she could make it all alright, but every few shifts I could feel pee just shoot into my panties and my hand would grow wetter, as would my legs and the area beneath me. Something in the feeling of literally feeling a drop slip from between my fingers and run down the back of my hand, making contact with my sleeve made my bite onto the dogs ribbon collar and groan, just pleading for the feeling to subside as I felt a small trickle burst forth from me. The trickle was continuous. And slowly got bigger. I could NOT stop this leak and the second I realized this I started begging and crying to nobody in particular, that I couldn't hold it anymore and that I was peeing my bed. Something in me broke and in a swift motion I flopped onto my back and buried both hands between my legs, shoving the blanket between them and all, yelling into my empty house, "NO NO NO NO NO!!!" The dam completely shattered. Pee rushed out of me like you wouldn't believe, something in the motion strained my achingly full bladder and I completely lost control, urine spraying through my underwear into my soft cuddly pajamas, immediately drenching my blanket and the hands holding them where they were. I cried and thrashed and I and everything in contact with me save for the dog became sopping wet. The blanket was beyond saving, the bottom of my pajama pants were saturated to the point of squishyness. The mattress started to absorb all the warm pee and it pooled and pooled and pooled. I arched, still peeing my pants as I felt it pool to my lower back and even above. My sleeves got wet. I could feel it everywhere, all while I was still desperately trying to regain control to no avail, soaking my old mattress right to the last drop. After it ended and the relief had washed over me I could drop the act and I just laid there and enjoyed it until everything got cold, at which point I got up and took the mattress back outside. Still in my wet pajamas, which was a terrible idea. Cold. Cold cold cold. COLD. I got back inside and cleaned the mess that was the lake residing where the mattress had been laying, threw everything in the laundry, took a shower, and just kind of sat around in a fresh pair of bra and panties (The heat was on ^^ We have a fireplace) and watched Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV.
  22. Traveling in the Lanes Between was boring. Since all the worlds moved on their own time axes, the intermediate space felt like the seconds were passing in a warped, weird fashion. Aqua knew she'd die if she didn't have her armor here, but all the specifics were unknown. It was just a void that the Keyblade guided her through. Okay, there was one obvious sign that time was passing; Aqua was really starting to need to use the bathroom. With all the Unversed crawling around each of the worlds she'd visited so far, there was no chance for that kind of break. Not that she'd use their restrooms anyway, not unless it was a real emergency, she'd feel awkward about it with the whole rule about meddling and whatnot. So what was she going to do? Well, she was an adult, and a new Keyblade Master at that, a position that entailed being moral, smart, and most of all, strong. She was strong, she would last a little while longer. Ideally, that'd be enough time to find Ven again (though she had just seen him in Maleficent's castle, so maybe she wouldn't be so lucky), and convince him to come home with her (again, pretty unlikely). Back at the academy, she'd have no problem relieving herself. If that didn't happen...she'd have to improvise, wherever she was. Or maybe her fortune was turning up, because another traveler of the Lanes Between curved in front of her, equipped with armor similar to her own and their own Keyblade vehicle. Aqua found herself getting excited at the prospect of finding her friend so quickly. Well, she was half-right, as she sped up and approached the other, she could now see the details of the armor and Keyblade. It wasn't Ven, but their third friend, Terra. Sure, she was looking for him too, but he wouldn't do anything for her personal problem. "Where's he going?" Aqua had no idea which world Terra was on his way to, or why he was even going in this direction of space. She could just leave him to his own devices, he had only just missed earning his own Mark of Mastery and proven himself just as capable, and focus on herself for now. But Master Eraqus had given her orders to keep an eye on Terra, and after what Maleficent had said about his darkness, Aqua wasn't taking any chances. If anything, it might be best to reign him in too, so she began following him at a fair distance, until their landing. --------------- Aqua stepped through the portal of light her Keyblade opened, into their destination world. The town square she seemed to have found herself in was empty, so she must have just missed Terra. Next things she noticed was, this place was pretty. Blue skies, clean streets, flowers, and...lots of little waterfalls. "Oh, why that," she moaned, shuffling just a little in place. Running water was doing her bladder no favors. No, wait, she wasn't alone. The old duck in the blue jacket and top hat hadn't seen her yet, but she still froze and stood up straight to hide any discomfort. "Come on Aqua, you're better than this," she reprimanded. "You can manage for a little longer, can't you?" The mere fact that she was starting to falter was embarrassing, when she had no one to blame but herself for getting this bad. The one thing she knew was, she needed to work as fast as possible. Standing around here was doing her no good, especially not with the flowing fixtures giving her "suggestions". So, if she had just missed Terra, maybe someone else saw him. And she figured, this duck was the only immediate lead, chasing him down. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother you, but have you seen someone else? Someone not from around here?" The bird turned to face her, giving Aqua the chance to see he was soft and kindly. "Aye, I'll help a kind lass any way I can," he offered in a thick accent. "Actually, I think I know just who you're talking about." He pointed at the largest building in sight, behind a sturdy gate and up on the hill. "You'd probably best look around the castle." The blue-haired Master looked over the citadel and cringed. Castle grounds always have a lot of empty space, so it'd take forever to search. And a big landmark like that would gather so many Unversed. And there were always patrols and no place to hide...you know, just in case she had to do something she wasn't proud of. Still, if that's where Terra was, she'd have to check it out. "Thank you for your help," she shouted as she ran off...for a couple seconds, until she realized physically exerting movement was most definitely something to be avoided. She resorted to a brisk walk instead. Was this the worst she could be? Not especially, she didn't need to do anything more revealing than a little leg movement, but that was the ironic paradigm. She was tough enough to hold for quite a while, but she also needed to exert herself a lot more because of her ability. It canceled the benefit out, made it worse if anything, that increase in pee needing to stay in during a fight. And considering how there were always Unversed jumping out to battle, it was safe to say she was already approaching her limit. At least it was quiet now. A couple of the guards were wandering around, a few people that looked like scientists, but things were good. Well, on the monster side. Aqua climbed the many stairs leading up to the stronghold, already an exhausting task, in the hopes of a few different outcomes. Maybe she'd find her friend and give her an excuse to return home. Maybe she'd get a lead on the source of the Unversed, her actual mission. Or maybe she'd find an entrance that would let her in to use the bathroom. Hey, she could dream. What she wasn't expecting to find was another girl, a really young one with red hair picking flowers. "I guess these grounds really are open to everyone," Aqua mused. Admittedly, this whole world seemed safe, but she still felt very worried about this kid being on her own, that it was now her duty to care for her. She got down to the lower eye level, specifically down on one knee instead of squatting. "Hello there. Are you supposed to be with someone?" "My grandma's somewhere around here. Look at the pretty flowers I picked!" She held out a handful of colorful plants, with an incredibly wide smile and closed eyes to cap off the cuteness. Now Aqua could tell why this world had been safe. The Unversed were created through negative emotions, and this place was bright and radiant. This girl in particular, there was no way she had any darkness in her heart. If she went off on her own frequently, it wouldn't be Aqua's place to interfere. She stood up very delicately and started walking away, when a swishing sound cut in behind her. That was a sound she knew by this point, as she pivoted towards it. It was a small gathering of the lowest Unversed, creeping towards the girl. "Don't you touch her," Aqua shouted, summoning her Keyblade and leaping towards the monster closest to the child, striking it down with one powerful slash. Only then did she remember that a wide, forceful movement like that was the worst thing she could do at the moment. Landing from that sent waves through her, straining her and reminding her that, yes, she really had to pee right now, her usual fighting style was not going to cut it. But that was the style she had focused on, refined and perfected to be acceptable for a Master, what was she going to do? She moved too much, she used concentration to cast magic, she'd be wet soon. The only thing she could do as a guardian was cover the girl with her body, so she had no choice but to do it, towering over her as she was forced to the ground. But there were still Unversed attacking, approaching them, being active threats, and Aqua was helpless and accepting it. She was losing herself to darkness, everything she had been warned about, what she had promised wouldn't happen on the path to mastery. It could happen to the best, as everyone was worried about Terra for, and now Aqua was losing. That is, until the satisfying sound of Keyblade destroying Unversed reverberated through the air. Aqua's eyes shot open and turned to look. She certainly wasn't expecting to see a mouse with big ears holding a Keyblade. And whoever he was, he was showing up a Master right now, the person who had worked hard for that title wasn't going to just take that. She jumped back to her feet, this time aware of the bodily stress it would cause her and just not caring, ready to fight as she should. But she still had this kid to worry about in a hectic battle. "I can't fight and protect this girl at the same time!" She couldn't fight and hold herself either, but she wasn't going to say that one out loud. "Focus on getting her somewhere safe," the mystery mouse shouted. And he was right, protecting those unable to fight was the highest priority. Aqua was just starting to learn that there was much more than blindly and ferociously slaying the creatures of darkness, right now it was most important to retreat, at least until civilians were secured. The blue-haired girl took the red-haired one by the hand and pulled her down the stairs. The Unversed seemed to only be focused on the mouse, because they weren't chasing the girls, even when they stopped on the platform a flight down. Aqua was breathing heavy, trying her absolute hardest to keep her body under her control with the waves of desperation crashing down inside. It was getting dangerously close to overtaking her, she couldn't help but cross her legs at the knees, push her thighs together repeatedly, and bounce a couple inches down. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by the young girl, who tilted her head in confusion. "Miss adult lady, do you need to go potty?" Well, it was an inevitability that someone would catch on, better a little girl she'd never see again than someone close to her. "Yeah, I do. Don't worry about me, I'm going to be okay. And I'm going to take care of those monsters. You stay here, out of trouble, and wait until I return. Okay?" The girl nodded, for as much as the word of a little kid meant, and Aqua...hobbled, at best, back up the stairs with her weapon drawn. --------------- The final Unversed fell to Aqua's Keyblade, and wow, was she happy it was over. Even more than most, Aqua's fighting style was not suited to holding. Swinging the Keyblade was the least taxing thing she could do, but her physical strength was low, she relied on a lot of powerful (and difficult) magic, and dodging with gymnastic cartwheels. It was not a pretty melding of techniques. As her plight continued far past the point of tolerance or acceptance, Aqua was really starting to hate her choice in outfit. In most circumstances, her clothes were very fitting, they allowed for flexibility but were also very modest. It just so happened that it was equally effective at giving her the feeling she might always be literally seconds away from an accident. Her shorts were tight, which right now accentuated the painful feeling in the parts below. The waistband didn't go high enough to push on her bladder, but the corset more than made up for that. And their laces were purely decoration, there was no way to loosen it. She'd either keep wearing it as it was or lose it entirely, and she wasn't going to leave behind a belonging of hers. So she was going to keep suffering. Her rodent comrade dismissed his Keyblade. "Phew, we finally got rid of all those monsters. Oh, I never introduced myself! I'm Mickey, I'm Yen Sid's apprentice." He held out his right hand to shake. With her Keyblade still in her right, Aqua held out her left to match the greeting. "Aqua, I'm Master Eraqus' pupil. I suppose that explains why you have a Keyblade." "And I'm Kairi!" Somehow, neither of them had heard the girl run back up the stairs towards them until she shouted her presence. Aqua wanted to reprimand her for disobeying her demand, but honestly, she didn't have the energy to do so right now if they were no longer in danger. "Well, two heads are better than one, they say. We should team up until we can be sure those monsters are gone," Mickey offered. Aqua knew he was making perfect sense, it was a reasonable suggestion, but she still wanted to refuse so bad. It was crystal clear now, unless a miracle happened and she came across a bathroom in the next 15 minutes at maximum, she was going to have to do her business somewhere indecent. And she wasn't going to be able to do that unless she was alone, at least not around someone she didn't know. Which is why she was relieved when something in Mickey's pocket started glowing and, against his will, whisked him away. Looking at the spot in the sky where the other Keyblade wielder disappeared, Aqua didn't realize how close Kairi had gotten until she tugged on the Keyblade. "What's this thing?" "That's a Keyblade, the ultimate weapon for fighting evil." "Wow! I want to be as cool as you when I grow up, Miss Aqua!" While Aqua agreed that it was important to learn to defend oneself, with as pure of a heart that Kairi was giving off, she'd be a target if she went off into the fray. So instead, she reached down and gently grabbed the pendant around Kairi's neck. "I cast a little magic spell on you, it'll protect you until you find that special person that can protect you." It was a very minor spell, it wasn't too demanding to cast it. Aqua still regretted the feeling. Kairi looked over her pendant with a newfound sense of wonder, meaning she missed someone else climb the stairs, an old woman who saw the little girl and smiled. "There you are, Kairi!" "Grandma!" She ran back to her grandmother, which meant Aqua was no longer responsible for her, and she could get back to her own problems. Until Kairi paused, and ran back to Aqua. "Don't worry, Miss Aqua, I won't tell anyone about you needing to potty," she whispered. Again, for whatever the word of a little kid was worth, Aqua accepted it. "Thank you, Kairi." The two waved each other off and Kairi left with her grandmother. Aqua was alone again, and very thankful it turned out that way, because she wasn't going to wait much longer. Now the Master was on a mission of her own, she was finding a private place to let loose, she had let this go way too far and wasn't going to put up with it any more. But she wouldn't get any kind of acceptable privacy on the castle grounds, so she dismissed her Keyblade, balled both of her hands into fists and pressed them both against the front of her shorts. She figured it was a little less humiliating than full-out holding herself. She could tell already, in that awkward position, she was going to struggle to make it back to the main town. --------------- There was very little that Aqua was more thankful of than this world having very few residents. Sticking to back roads instead of going through the square, she wasn't running into anyone, she could be as open about her desperation as she wanted with impunity. And boy, was she taking advantage of that opportunity. "Oh I gotta go I gotta go so bad," she rushed out without a second to pause or breathe. Regardless of how much of a hurry she was in, she still couldn't help but stop and dance in place, full body shaking and fidgeting overcoming her every muscle. Through an incredible amount of will, Aqua staggered into the town's aqueduct. In one respect, this was the worst place she could have stumbled across, water being an awful thing to see and its loud rushing noise tempting her to follow suit with probably equivalent force. But it was also the best thing that happened to her, aqueducts were not populated spots, and the place looked empty. So much water was flowing through, who would ever know? She was more than ready to undress to the necessary level, but she needed to defy instinct for just a little longer. "Any Unversed wanna come out and fight? I'm open, my guard's down, I'm severely handicapped, you won't get a better chance!" Better they attack before her shorts were down, even if both were just as likely to lead to some wet clothing. Same result by doing nothing, as the first walls of defense finally broke down inside her, the long-waiting leaks beginning. Everything besides the water was quiet, no matter how many drops she let escape, Aqua could only conclude it was safe. "Took long enough!" She leapt to the edge of the walkway, and pulled her shorts and panties to her knees while squatting inches above the concrete in the same motion. It gave her the chance to see the stain on her striped underwear, the affected blue bands darkened while the white streaks showed a yellow dye. It did not take long to convince her body that it was time to empty, she started spraying full-blast into the water supply, which was hopefully going out rather than in. In response, she let out a large exhale, it felt so good. The sound of her liquids meeting the reservoir's was a ringing impact that drove in how much she needed this, how little a choice she had in this matter. Too bad it couldn't last. Since she hadn't closed her eyes from the intense feeling, she was still able to see something fly into the area next to this one. It was a giant Unversed, so close and probably about to wreak havoc. Aqua frantically looked between where it landed and where her powerful torrent was crashing down multiple times. She couldn't just let that happen, a Keyblade Master couldn't let evil cause destruction because of personal reasons taking priority. That meant only one thing. "Why does it have to be me being tormented?!" She clenched her internal muscles to cut off the flow of urine, only just waiting for that to be successful before pulling her shorts back up and running out. All in all, she got about 15 seconds of relief. She hoped that would be enough to hold her over. Climbing the stairs down, Aqua could only conclude it was definitely not enough. She had only just gotten started, her bladder was pleading to be allowed to continue right now. That extra feeling roughly equaled how much she got from peeing as much as she did, so she was in the same predicament and pain of a minute ago. And she had willingly given up the chance to feel all better. This Unversed better be worth it. And she wasn't the only one chasing this creature down, two men with Keyblades were coming from different angles as well. One was already surprising, Aqua didn't expect to meet up with Terra even when she knew he was here, but the other was the real shocker. "Ven?!" "Terra! Aqua," Ven called out. This was the first time all three had met since the Unversed outbreak, it would be a good time to catch up and clear their individual goals up, but there was a much more pressing matter that they faced. The giant, autonomous pieces of armor looked formidable, it'd be a tough fight with three trained Keyblade wielders against it. Ironically, the one Master among them was the least confident. Aqua knew, given how much she felt like she'd burst just standing around, a big battle was sure to make her explode. "Terra, Ven...can I ask you a favor?" "What is it," Ven inquired. "I'm not going to be able to fight well, and I'm so sorry for asking, but can you two handle this?" "What?!" Terra really didn't believe that, he would have questioned it more, until he narrowly dodged a swing from a huge, clawed gauntlet. This really wasn't the time for a full interrogation. "Alright, fine. Me and Ven have got this guy!" Sure enough, the boys were certainly capable enough, they were doing a plenty good job winning while Aqua watched from the sidelines. And they weren't paying attention to her, giving her the opening to hold herself. Okay, she would have done it anyway even if they were looking, but she felt better about it this way. In quite impressive time, the Unversed was defeated, dissipating as two Keyblades cleaved it into more pieces than it started out with. "He's down," Terra proclaimed as his weapon disappeared. "Now, would the Master care to explain why she sat this out?" "Are you okay, Aqua," Ven asked worriedly. "Are you injured?" It was already too late for her. Their arena was part of the aqueduct's route, so coming down here did not eliminate the sound of running water. The sounds of battle did not drown it out, Aqua had to suffer listening to it. The taste of emptiness her bladder felt was only making it hunger more, she couldn't take its demands. Her urgency was increasing even more, up to this moment, where she was finally at her pure limit. Terra and Ven may have been close friends to her, there was still no way she was going to expose herself to them. Aqua was going to pee herself, no way around it. She might be able to live with it if they saw that, but she'd certainly rather they didn't. And with how suspicious she'd been leading to this, they were not going to blindly obey if she just told them to turn around or leave. So, mean as it may be, a little magic was the only way to maintain some amount of dignity. "Blackout!" Blackout was a spell that temporarily blinded all enemies in a small radius from the caster. And Aqua cruelly used it to prevent her friends from witnessing her accident. That's the kind of action that would probably get her Master status revoked if Eraqus ever found out. She'd willingly face the punishment later, right now she just needed to go. It's not like she was trying to hide that she was peeing, there's no way the sound of the thick stream through her shorts down onto the metal flooring could be hidden. She just didn't want them to see it, see her black shorts turn even more reflective as they were soaked, see the rivulets of golden urine run down the bit of exposed thighs into her socks, pool around her shoes, as she looked down mortified. No matter what interruption may come around, she wasn't stopping this time, she might as well relax and enjoy it. There was no denying how much relief was running through her, that her muscles could rest after how much they had been overworked, that she had just barely avoided serious damage, but it was small comforts. She knew it was wrong, a Keyblade Master, an adult wetting their pants. There was absolutely no excuse for this outcome, she couldn't defend herself, she couldn't take herself seriously after hitting a point where a little girl had taken pity on her. Aqua had messed up hard, and she hated herself for it. Dwelling on self-loathing was enough to carry her through the whole nightmare, because before she realized how much time had passed, her torrent scaled down to a loud pee, then to a light dribble before stopping, with only the drops stuck to her clothing left to fall (though there were a lot of them). A quick rundown of herself revealed that most of her shorts and the inner half of her socks were totally drenched, saturated, and disgusting. It was amazing that the scarves around her waist seemed to come out unscathed, but that didn't mean much. "There's no way I can hide this," she admitted, defeated. Blackout was just wearing off, as Terra and Ven stopped stumbling around in the dark, and their first action with sight restored was to stare with uncomfortable piercing gazes to make up in awkwardness for what they missed. None of them said anything, no one needed explanations, imagination filled in the gaps. Aqua was the first to say anything. "I'm...I'm sorry you had to see this." She wasn't crying, it was just a blank somberness. The boys looked between themselves, miming their questions with hand and facial motions, getting nowhere in their silent debate until Terra started urging Ven forward. Even as their friend, Aqua didn't have enough of the male bonding to have any clue what they were talking about until Ven spelled it out. "Don't worry about it, Aqua. We promise we won't say anything." "Even after that reckless magic usage," Terra added. "Yeah, even after that. You know us, we wouldn't embarrass you like that." "I'm thankful you won't tell anyone, but..." She had a hard time trying to vocalize her concern. "But I'm worried about how you see me now," she muttered, though still loud enough to barely be heard. "How we see you?" Ven looked back at Terra, who nodded to urge him on. "We see you as our friend. One mistake like this isn't going to suddenly change that. Come on, you know there's been weirder things between us." "As students, sure. But I'm supposed to be a Master now, you don't think this is unacceptable for someone in that position?" Ven groaned. "You're letting your Master title go to your head. It's just a word, it doesn't define you." Terra looked uncomfortable in the background, where no one noticed. "You're still human, you're not suddenly immune to mistakes because of it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a green star, a Wayfinder charm that Aqua had made for all three of them. "Didn't we agree that we'd always be equal?" Aqua pulled out her blue Wayfinder to match it, and Terra's yellow trinket joined to make the whole trifecta. Just looking over the physical manifestation of their bond touched Aqua deep in her heart. "Thanks. Really, I mean it, that was a really nice thing to say." She smiled, which from an outside perspective, looked pretty weird in juxtaposition with her wet clothes. Terra found it funny, because he started laughing. "Seriously, Aqua, I meant what I said before. Sometimes you really are such a girl." "And I meant what I said too! What is 'sometimes' supposed to mean?" The three shared a group laugh, in a warm way that symbolized the light they could bring out. Though Aqua's warm feeling was starting to fade into a chill, so she stopped to move on. "If we're all here, I think we all have a few things to explain." "You sure you don't want to clean up first," Ven asked. "I'll survive until I can make a quick stop at the academy to change. Let's just get a little further away from..." She looked down at the puddle of evidence she'd left. "Away from that." They walked to the other side of the circle, to get each other on the same page...or maybe friendship, aspirations, and trust weren't as simple and clean as that. --------------- Author's note: Man, it's going to be awkward for Aqua when she has to fight Vanitas right after this.
  23. Hey all. I've been a lurker for a long time but I've finally decided to share an experience I had a few years ago. I was pregnant with my first child at the time, 8 or 9 months along. If you've seen pictures of where the baby fits inside a pregnant woman, you know that the bladder gets squashed flat as a water balloon that has been sat on. This particular night, I had to run to Home Depot for a furnace filter and a few other things. I had to wander around the store for awhile trying to find everything, and by the time I was ready to check out, I was fairly desperate. I was wearing a floor length maxi skirt. As I was going through the check out process, I couldn't stop thinking about a story I had read on here one time about someone who had been desperate in Home Depot and had ended up completely wetting themselves at the checkout counter. As I stood there in line thinking about how nice it would be to relax my bladder, I was surprised by my bladder doing just that! To this day, I'm not sure if I could have done anything to prevent it or not, but the honest truth is that I didn't want to. A long stream burst out of my bladder, which felt amazing, but I was horrified when most of it gushed straight down and hit the floor, instead of being soaked up into my panties or even running down my leg. I was so shocked that I was able to forcibly stop the stream (I've always had extremely good bladder control, which is a blessing and a curse). I finished paying and was releaved to see that there was only a tiny, maybe quarter sized wet spot on the floor. No one was behind me so there was no risk of being found out. As I walked out the doors to my car, I felt extremely excited (in more ways than one, if you get my drift) by the fact that I had just wet myself slightly in public. That only served to add to my desoeration, which had not been releaved in the slightest by my leak. When I got to my car, in the dark and largely abandoned parking lot, I had a crazy, sexy, daring idea. I would stand next to my car, in my long maxi skirt, and let it all flow. And that's exactly what I did. I peed for what seemed to be ages. It felt euphorically good. When I was done, a very large and long puddle was running away from my car. I then got in my car and drove home (looking back I should have slipped off the wet underwear before sitting down - my skirt and seat ended up pretty soaked. I threw everything in the wash when I got home. I have definitely enjoyed the memory of that night many times and hope someday to have more similar experiences to share.
  24. female

    A Cloudy Dream A short story. When the turbulence had first started - less than an hour into the five hour flight - Liz had felt fine. Two hours later, she felt decidedly less fine under the continuous glow of the fasten seatbelt sign - partly because the turbulence hadn't let up, and partly because she hadn't had time to pee since her connecting flight early that morning. She had already turned down two offers from the flight attendant for drinks. The last thing she needed right now was more liquid in her bladder. She didn't quite understand how the flight could be smooth enough for the flight attendants to walk around serving drinks, but not smooth enough for the captain to turn off the fasten seatbelt sign and allow her to visit the restroom; however, the flight attendant hadn't been willing to negotiate the point. Liz would not be allowed to leave her seat until the captain turned off the fasten seatbelt sign. No exceptions. A sudden and relatively severe drop in altitude made her stomach flip, and she gripped the armrest so hard the fabric pattern imprinted itself on her palm. She felt dizzy and found herself breathing with quick, shallow breaths. It took a moment for her stomach to settle after the plane leveled out, and she didn't need to rely on her nursing degree to tell her that her heart rate had shot way, way up. Liz looked at the other passengers around her. They were totally and completely unfazed - every last one of them. She cursed under her breath: next time, she would just take the extra day off work and drive rather than fly. A magnificent feat indeed that engineers could keep a million pounds of metal airborne, but such a shame that they couldn't make it at least tolerably pleasant for her. As her heart rate began recovering, her need to pee returned with even greater severity than before. She had to pee so badly now she felt wet. In fact… glancing down she noticed a wet patch on her light blue shorts, peeking out just slightly above the level of her crotch and continuing down between her legs and underneath her. She moved her hands to cover her lap as quickly as she felt she could without attracting attention. Viewed from the top or front, the wet patch would hardly have been visible. People probably wouldn't even notice unless they looked specifically for it. However, some discrete probing with her fingers confirmed her fear that the backside was considerably worse off. Viewed from the back, no one could miss what had happened to her. The dampness between her legs made it even more difficult to continue holding, but Liz tried her hardest. After another 20 minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, tapping her feet, and keeping at least one hand in her lap at all times, Liz realized she had begun to attract the attention of the other passengers around her. A couple of them kept glancing in her direction and then looking quickly away. Clearly they understood her predicament. She forced herself to sit still, but even so she kept getting occasionally looks - perhaps people wondering if her sudden stillness meant she had lost the fight. Even though she hadn't, it still embarrassed her that they might think that. Liz decided to block them out and pretend to sleep. She left both hands in her lap, but leaned back and closed her eyes. She found staying still and relaxing actually lessened her need to pee. About 20 minutes later she heard the ding of the seatbelt sign turning off, but kept her eyes shut and her body still. Now that she had relaxed and didn't have to pee quite so urgently, she didn't feel so inclined to walk her wet ass down an aisle lined by a hundred onlookers to get to the bathroom. It would probably be occupied by the time she got there anyway. She decided to give her shorts some more time to dry before taking her walk of shame. Whether they would dry much or not she didn't really know, but mostly she just wanted to put off the embarrassment a little longer. She jumped a little when the man next to her poked her arm and whispered, "You can use the bathroom now, the seatbelt sign is off." She did still have to pee, but she ignored him and pretended to still be asleep, hoping her face wasn't blushing quite as red as it felt. ~ Liz felt herself beginning to drift towards consciousness. Although not lucid enough to remember her predicament or location, she felt dread at the thought of leaving the dream and having to face reality. With great effort she plunged her mind back into the dream. Through the abnormally large gap between the bathroom door and the door frame, Liz watched her friends dance, drink and laugh. Standing inside the bathroom, she tried to latch the door so she could use the toilet. It seemed latched, so she sat down on the toilet, but then before she could start going the door started to swing inwards - clearly not securely latched. She stood up and tried to get the door to latch again, but it simply fit too poorly in the frame for there to be any hope of it ever staying shut. Frustration nagged at her mind and she felt an intense urgency to find a secluded bathroom. The party began to fade out. I'm at the party, she told herself. She forced herself to think of the old college party house, imagined herself dancing with her friends and drinking, and managed to re-immerse herself in the dream before slipping too far out of it. She began searching for a different bathroom to use. She had tread close enough to wakefulness to know she was dreaming. Close enough to know that she could wake herself if she tried hard enough, and close enough to understand that she probably should wake herself before she managed to find an acceptable bathroom in her dream. But she didn't want to wake up. Suddenly it seemed more important than ever that she find a bathroom. She sat down in a large stuffed armchair at the edge of the party. This is a dream, she told herself, it doesn't matter if you pee in front of them; it doesn't matter if you pee in your shorts, or in this chair. She tried to just go in her shorts and let the chair absorb it, but the other people in the room made her too nervous and she couldn't let go. She walked out the back door and sat down on the steps. No one else was outside, she was all alone now. A momentary warning flashed through her mind: she knew this was a dream, knew she might wet her bed for real if she continued. Her subconscious argued back, telling her she wouldn't be able to find relief if she left the dream - this was the only way. She listened. Beginning to pee on the steps felt great, although almost immediately she found herself sitting back in the stuffed armchair at the center of the party. No one else seemed to notice, even as she sat among them and peed through her shorts and into the chair's cushion. Moisture wicked along her shorts until her entire bottom felt warm. It took a few seconds for Liz to fade back to full consciousness. When she did, it came as no surprise to her that she was both sitting in a warm puddle and still peeing. Not wanting to have to deal with the embarrassing situation immediately, she didn't bother stopping. Instead, she kept her eyes shut, pretended to be asleep, and finished going.
  25. Hello wet friends, I have a thing for girls with wide hips and large butts (big boobs don't hurt either). I did a quick search of the forums here but didn't find a thread specifically dedicated to curvy girls so I thought I'd start one. If there are others who wish to share their favorite models/videos, please add to the thread. Here is a great clip with Jazmyn to start things off: https://vk.com/videos167883956?z=video229516142_171010517%2Fpl_167883956_-2 I was going to upload the file here but I'm guessing it's not allowed here.