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  1. Hello, hello..And welcome to Faust's Interactive Stories: Version 2! A few things will have changed from the original here , but Faust assures you that it should be a bit...neater, and cleaner than the previous one. Faust thanks all of you for all of the replies, selections, and stories from the last one..And Faust hopes one day that we catch up to the predecessor! A few things will be the same as old, and a few things will be new. So, without further delay, Faust will begin said introduction to things...! As usual, there are choices to be made, even this early on. And, as before....Faust expects this one to be a myriad of stories, rather than one long drawn out one. [Worlds] [This is the selection for what world the interactive story will take place in. As you'll see, some places return, while others are brand new] Another Note: (The Ever Popular setting from before returns: But with a twist! Another Note usually was deemed to be whatever...But, in this thread, Another note covers a school day, every time! While this doesn't mean one absolutely has to attend, it generally means you can count on the location of the majority of the cast to be regular as always.) Family Featurettes: (Formerly Faust's Family Featurettes, This story explores the families of the selected character! Whether this involves avoiding, tormenting, or seducing them is up to the commenters, of course...) Sun and Moon, Faust Style: (For all of you Pokemon Fans out there! This will take the story through a world themed around the latest in the pokemon Series, Pokemon Sun and moon. You'll be dropped in at a random point to work with, and it may or may not be related to the mainline story in the fiction thread. ) Faust's Holiday Fun: (A setting based around the holidays! While it's fitting for now, this one will permit you to have the fun of a holiday at any time of the year! Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's Day...Or even birthdays!) Faust's Magical Academy: (A setting based around the Magical Academy that Faust has created. With a Hierarchy of rank, and a disproportionate ratio of female to male students, one can expect a charged session through this. And that's not including the actual magic courses, if you can tear yourself away from the affections) Beach Adventures: (A setting returning from the old one. Sun, Sand, and fun...without a bathroom for miles. A fun place to relax with up to 5 other characters!) Author's Choice: (Similar to a Blind-Draw, This setting leaves it up to the Author to Decide! One may end up in a world already known, or something new entirely! It's entirely up to AuthorFaust, and results may vary. If a world strikes a chord, it may even become selectable..) Faust's Town Adventures: (A setting where you are able to go around on a day off, rather than attend school and classes. While by no means do you rule the town, you can find many people on these days off...and surely you can come up with some kind of shenanigans during this timeframe....) Private Bedroom: (For those times when you don't want a serious plot, but merely raw lust, or a prolonged session with another: This one cuts the chaff of getting into a vulgar situation by letting you start with that lust out in the open air!) (Must be playing on Vulgar rating) (Others may be added at a later date) =============================================================================================================================================== [Character Selection:] (This is where you'll select who you play as during said stories. While options are a bit different than before, a few notable details are to be read...) Faustus Necromonium: [Male] The lead of the majority of Faust's Fics, and one that is most known. Prominent in bouts of adventure, and Lust...(To the point of being spiritually linked to Saril, the Goddess of Lust), Faust usually has a gentle personality, but suffers from a troublesome urge to do whatever he's told....Especially by females. [Notes: Holds a [Wet Note] at all times. Able to be used in any storyline.] Yuno Gasai: [Female] A twin-tailed pinkette, with a curvy figure, and a cutesy, third person person manner of speaking. Though a lot of people have their eyes on her, she only has eyes for one... [Notes: Only Engages in Lustful activities with Faust, and is unlikely to willingly pee outside of a toilet...More likely to hold to the point of an accident. Cannot be selected as the main character in Family Featurettes] Wynn Tatsumaki: [Female] A green haired girl with a long ponytail, and a modest figure. Her stern, no-fun-allowed attitude seems to rub some people the wrong way...But it seems something else is being hid by the girl with an amazingly embarrassing, lustful family. [Notes: Sometimes Holds a [Wet Note] at stories. Unlikely to engage in lewd activity, without some firm nudging, or high needs...] Eoria Karakuri: [Female] A silver haired girl, with a mind for science, a modest figure....and a naughty side barely concealed. Creator of the robotic figure O.M.O.R.A., She tends to get involved in some projects, to the point of neglecting certain needs... [Notes: Can modify OMORA during her runs. Cannot be Selected for Magical Academy. Starts with a Desperation Visor] Saiga Giriko: [Female] A crimson haired girl with a mind for mechanics, a sizable figure....And a much more serious nature. Partner to Eoria, and self-proclaimed Domme, Saiga knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to tell you how she feels about something. [Notes: Can Modify OMORA during her runs: Cannot be selected for Magical Academy.] Chiwa Harusaki: [Female] A petite girl with orange hair, held up in twintails similar to dog ears, earning the Moniker 'Chihuahua.' She has a natural curiosity towards some lewder things, and is very eager to please...And to indulge in a little harmless, mischievous fun. [Notes: Always has an 'Omo-Weekly' on hand, and a bottle of water. Cannot be used for Magical Academy) [And More to be unraveled as stories unfold] [Guest Characters:] (Unlike last time: This is not a place for Suggestions of new characters. No, It's a segment to establish what kind of characters you can find, and in what stories. The last one was pretty muddled, after all....And this will let you know which story to pick to see someone. In addition, certain characters can be unlocked through repeated interaction with them. While the whole list won't be revealed off the bat, each category has a few examples...) Another Note: [You are likely to run into Fellow Students, and Authority Figures.] (Examples Include: Ellie Troit, Lillica Plumb, and Youmu Konpaku) Family Featurettes: [You are likely to run into characters related to your player character] (Examples include: Juuni Neptunia, Wynnda Tatsumaki, Penelope) Sun and Moon: [You are likely to run into characters in the pokemon Verse] (Examples include: Moon, Lillie, Acerola) Holiday Fun: [You are likely to run into certain guest characters, celebrating a holiday...or are fitting for a holiday.] (Examples Includes Nikki Redfield, Flandmir Treepes and Etna) Magical Academy: [You are likely to run into students of the magical persuasion.] (Examples include Reisen, Megumin, and Evangeline) Beach Adventures: [You are unlikely to find anyone new, but you may find some old friends....] (Examples include Flonne, Kat, and Hisa) Town Adventures: [You are likely to find those that you could meet around town, even from different schools..] (Examples include Monaca, Rena, and Lyna) Author's Choice: [You are likely to run into anyone. The author decides, after all...] ============================================================================================================================================= [Ratings:] (Similar to last time, Faust has imposed a sort of (Rating System) on these stories. While it's more of a loose guidelines in the original, here, it's a bit more...enforced.) Plot: A rating for those who care more about the story, and less about the lewd. Accidents, and vulgar acts are to a minimum: Storybuilding and plotlines are key. Lewd: This setting is the default setting. While there is a decent amount of story, accidents are both more commonplace, and more..noted. A healthy balance of plot, and play. Naughty: This setting adds in naughty release, through self-pleasure and other means...Usually with one's clothes on. A step up from Lewd, but a step below... Vulgar: This setting adds in vulgar release, through others, as well as all above. Sexual acts are more common, and noted on, than actual plot. One must be willing to bear it all, in this setting.... In Addition: Certain Tags may be added, prior to said story in order to activate certain scenes. While the list starts small, it may grow in time... Tags: Yaoi: This setting will primarily focus on males, and their lust for one another. Yuri: This setting will primarily focus on females and their lust for one another. Messing: This setting will add [Or Focus on], stomach-related bathroom urges. More to come... ============================================================================================================================================= Items: (Seeing as Items were mostly overlooked last time...Faust has done a few modifications to how they work...) Items Now work on a 3 story cooldown, without a token cost. Certain characters will have some items at all times, but other items have to be requested by 2 or more people... One may request an additional [2] items per story. [Items selectable are...] Omo-Weekly Magazine: A lewd Magazine, featuring several girls in...Desperate, or wet Scenes. Useful for tension relief, or Libido rising. [Naughty or higher rating] Diuretic: A Diuretic, that can be put into any drink, and amp up someone's frequency of piddle urges. Will rust all but the strongest of bladders. [Lewd or Higher] Aphrodisiac: Makes even the most prudish girls needy for Lewd release [Naughty or Higher] Laxative: Makes even the most strong stomachs crumble, and bottoms quiver. Can be slipped into a drink to distract another person, or to amp up your own desperation..But why would you wanna do that? [Naughty or Higher: Activates the [Messing] Tag, even if it wasn't already applied to the story] Soft Taco: NOT the same as the ones from the school. Will make your rump need to expel gas at least once a time frame, or risk something far worse [Lewd or Higher. Neglect may add a tag...] Stomach Pills: Can Calm even the most vicious of tummy Troubles.....But won't remove any need you have. Only keep it from getting Worse Diaper: For when you just can't be bothered to find a toilet....This one-use diaper will contain an accident...But, it risks IMMENSE embarrassment if discovered wearing it. Vulgar Pills: These pills will actively stimulate your libido, for 2 time periods! No matter what you do, you won't lower in Libido.....No matter how much lewdity you perform! [Vulgar or Higher] Desperation Visor: Something that goes over the eyes..and lets you examine the bladder levels of any passing people you focus on long enough. May make you look a bit silly though. Spare panties: An extra pair of garments, when you've had an accident..but didn't bring something to carry them in! Come in a variety of styles...with small effects for each one.. Bottle of Water...?: A seemingly innocuous bottle of water....[is it really water?]. While it provides refreshment, perhaps the bottle could be used afterward for something.. [Others to come] ============================================================================================================================================= Q&A: Here, Faust will hope to answer some questions that people may have.......To pre-empt some issues. Q: Why is [Insert character name here] Not playable anymore? A: Faust has chosen a baseline of characters to start things up, based on ease of writing, and the general influx of posts. Just because a character isn't immediately playable, doesn't mean that they are unable to ever be considered playable again Q: Are Achievements still a thing? Or Achievement tokens? A: Faust has decided to make the unlocks Merit based, rather than token based. An achievement list, without having constant availability to update due to the editing system would be rather troublesome.... Q: Why is [World Name Here] Not a pickable Option? A: Same as the first question: Faust has given a general setup for worlds he can easily translate. Q: Is the plot we worked for un-done? Do we have to start over? A: The continuity has always been fast and loose. The general ideas have remained. To give a small list: [OMORA] has been created, [Ria and Chrona] Are transfer students, and [Flonne and Etna] are Technically angels of Saril Q: Will the bounty Board be coming back? A: Faust deems it unlikely. Q: Will we be able to submit playmates again? A: At a later date, Faust considers it a possibility. But for now, let's just relax, and enjoy the holiday. Q: [Insert Hateful Comment here] A: Faust is sorry you feel this way, and apologizes for displeasing you. Q: Is the old Thread being completely abandoned? A: Faust plans to abandon it...After the current storyline for it is up. Faust can answer other questions, as they come up. For now, Faust just hopes you enjoy the thread for what it is, and forgive Faust for being bad with...what is the term....Holding back? ============================================================================================================================================== [Select your character, Location, Rating, Tags* and Items* now, and as always: Thank you for participating in Faust's interactives.] * means Optional
  2. Whilst i'm scrolling through my tumblr i come across some little short vids that people have posted which I love so i thought i would share them here. I will update this thread when i find new ones instead of making new topics. #1 - Short vid of a girl peeing in her panties and on the bed. PantyPee.mp4 #2 Wetting white panties in the bath whitepanty.mp4
  3. "I'm going to wet my pants!" Nita announced. I looked around. The paths this close to Robert Hall were all brightly lit, even so late at night, and the bushes had all been cut back harshly. Anti-sexual assault measures, which was great, but could be a bit of a problem if you were caught short. "Can you hang on till we get back to the Hall?" I said while still looked for anywhere halfway concealed for her. She looked at me baffled for a moment before laughing, "Oh God! Not now! Calm your farm El. I just mean in principle." It was my turn to look confused. I had no words. "I've decided that at some point in the future, the near future, I'm going to wet my pants. But definitely not tonight. So you can look a little less horrified." I suspect I did not look less horrified. "Why?" I managed to splutter. "Because I never have. And I think it might be interesting. It'll certainly be a different experience. And Uni is all about collecting different experiences." She was quoting herself. Nita was all about collecting different experiences. She still is if her Facebook is any indication. "Where did you even get the idea of wetting yourself? How does that even occur to a person." "Oh. Um. Sarah McEwen. You know, hot chick, lives downstairs, huge boobs" She mimed her breasts ridiculously larger, "she peed herself at the traffic-light party a couple of weeks ago. It was everywhere. And I got to thinking. I could do that." She kept talking before I could comment on that particular story. "Hey, when did you last wet yourself?" I'm sure I blushed. "Ages ago." "Well yeah. You don't drink like Sarah McEwen. But when. I'm looking for ideas." "Like second class." I didn't particularly want to talk to her about that experience and hoped she'd move on. "When you were in second class? Or in second class?" "The later. Speech on Neptune." I tried to convey with my tone that we were done talking about that. She winced "That would have been embarrassing. I'm sorry." I didn't respond. I, at least, was done with that story. "So I've been practicing wetting my undies in the bathroom." She said diffusing the tension. "You've been what? Wait... I thought you said you've never wet yourself?" I accused her. "I meant accidentally and you know it. But anyway, it's actually really hard to pee yourself on purpose. The first time took me ages. I had to wait until I was absolutely busting before I could make it happen. I've improved though. I'm confident I can wet myself in public when it's time." "Why do you even need to? I mean you've had the experience of wetting yourself now?" "Yeah. It's warm and wet and a bit gross. But it isn't authentic." Nita was big on authenticity. "I'm probably the only person to ever deliberately wet their undies on a toilet. Which is interesting in and of itself. But I want the whole thing. The...." She grasped for a word. "Authentic experience." "But how is that even possible? You quite literally can't plan to have an accident. The concept defies the very nature of planning!" She shook her head, "Strictly speaking. But as long as any external observers believe it to be an accident for all intents and purposes it is an accident." It was too late at night for this debate. I'm still not sure who was right about that. I'm not sure telling this story now, thirteen years after the fact, changes anything. It didn't matter. She was sure. This was happening. "So why are you telling me? If people need to believe it is an accident?" I asked "Because I don't like to lie to you." She glanced at me sideways beneath her electric blue hair. "Anyway. I'm looking for suggestions. I'm only going to do this once so it need to be spectacular. It needs to be embarrassing. It needs to be memorable!" This was Nita at her most compelling, most intoxicating. When she threw herself so enthusiastically at a project that you couldn't help being swept along with her. By this time we had made it back to Roberts. We went up to one of our rooms and discussed her options inconclusively for a while until we fell asleep. We didn't mention it again after that night and for a while I thought she'd decided better of the whole affair. Anyone who was at Queensland State back in 2004 probably knows how completely wrong about that I was. But I'll still finish it for everyone else next week.... Katy: I know where I'm taking this story anyway. But if anyone wants to make suggestions I'm totally open to switching horses mid-stream if I like your idea better than mine.
  4. Right, so, I havent ever really been much more than a lurker on here, except for a few fairly crappy fictions and a couple of Experiences, so I guess no one really knows me. Lately I've been looking for interesting fanfics and I noticed a peculiar thing: Star Wars Omo fanfics are almost non-existant. This surprised me quite a bit since it has such a huuge fanbase. I noticed a recent one though, which I liked quite a lot, except, I wasnt extremely fond of the concept. Never been one for stormtroopers or the gunfight part. I'm all about them Jedis and Siths. Buut, enough about that,lets go on to the main topic here. This story takes place in the EU [Extended Universe], more precicely, in the KOTOR universe. For those who don't know it happens millions of years before the movies, where siths and jedis are portrayed much much more powerful. So let me get started. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.... 300 years have passed since the war that had raged on for ages had finally come to an end, with the Republic coming out as victorious and the New Sith Empire was no more. The Jedi order has been restored to its former glory, taking force sensitive children in for training from all over the galaxy. The young jedi padawan Lilianne Ashok is now at her 18th year and has just arrived on Tython to begin her Jedi training under Jedi Master Alain Shan. But peace does not last forever, and the Sith always lurk in the shadows waiting for their time to rise back....... Lilianne sat in her seat, with her face squashed on the shuttle window. She'd never seen anything so beautiful before, mountains, trees and old mysterious temples all over. She had read about all of it though, but never did she envision it so glorious. She could barely sit still, this was her big day, her eighteenth birthday and the day she finally began real jedi training. But that wasn't the only reason she couldn't sit still. She had had to use the bathroom ever since they entered hyperspeed, which was hours ago. She had never held it that long, but she wasn't too bohered by it because of all the excitement. They did offer diapers for long flights like these, but the young padawan found it way too embarassing to put on a diaper just for a 3 hour flight, she was 18 now. The shuttle lowered it's flight as it engaged the landing station. The change in levitation always made her belly tingle. The shuttle hovered over a landing pad and lowered slowly. The landing was rough though, as always. The sudden bump surprised Lilianne though. She let out a little gasp as she felt a little pee make it's way into her panties, dampening them a bit. She blushed. She hoped no one noticed that. She quickly forgot about it though and rushed out as soon as the door opened. When she got outside, the brown-haired girl was greeted by a robot. "This way, please!" The robot started walking towards a building a few steps away from the shuttle. The door automatically opened, giving a peculiar "Swoosh" sound. The first thing she saw when she entered the building was a counter, behind it, a woman. Lilianne wasn't sure if it was a human or a robot. The woman looked mostly human, but she had no hair and her left eye was mechanical. As she approached the woman behind the counter, she noticed that it wasn't only the eye that was cybernetic, but almost all of her left side was. "You must be Lilianne!" the woman said. "Are you excited to begin your Jedi training?" "The hell I am!" she replied. "Where do I go? Also, is there a bathroom here nearby?" "There is the staff bathroom, but I am afraid I can't let you use that. There is a bathroom in the Jedi Temple though, which is exactly where you are headed. Just go out the door to your right and take the speeder. It has a automatic drive function which will take you the shortest way to the Temple." "Alright, thanks!" Lilianne said and rushed outside. She wasn't exactly fond of having to sit in her damp underwear on a speeder, which is one of the more uncomfortable rides in the galaxy. But the thought of peeing herself right before meeting her new Master certainly frightened her more. She quickly located the speeder and told the robot standing next to it where she wanted to go. The robot put in some code on the Speeder's computer and directed the young padawan to take a seat. As the speeder began to take flight, the robot said "Have a safe and pleasant stay!" The ride was long. Longer that she had expected. Longer than she had tolerance for. She was starting to get really desperate now. "Why didn't I just put on a fucking flight-diaper like usually?" she thought to herself. Then she reminded herself that she was now 18 years old and old enough to be able to hold her pee without wetting herself. Or so she had thought, now she wasn't so sure. She felt another spurt escape into her panties as the speeder took a sharp and rough turn. This time it surely made a mark on her light-brown leggings, but she tried to ignore it. The speeder finally arrived at the Temple. It was majestic. It was a lot taller than she had ever imagined it to be, she felt so small as she stood in front of the long stairs that led up to the main entrance of the Temple. But she had no time to think about that. Her bladder was aching and needed to be emptied. Lilianne felt so childish, on the verge to pee herself on her 18th birthday, the day she finally starts her jedi training. "No" she thought. "I haven't lost control yet, and I surely won't with this little left to the bathroom!" She ran up the stairs using her force speed. She stopped at the main entrance, as she realized using the force only boosted her desperation. She stopped a passerby and asked him where the nearest bathroom was. "Just go inside and around the pillar. You'll enter the main hall, from which you will want to turn left and into one of the hallways. The first door on the left is the bathroom" the Zabrak answered. "Thanks a lot!" she replied. She ran into the Temple, finding herself in the main hall. It was huge, in the middle two giant stairways spiralling to the second floor. "To the left!" she thought, now with her hand in her crotch. She turned left and ran towards the first hallway she could see. "It's there, just a little further! You're gonna make it Lilian-" *Donk* She had crashed into somebody. She fell to the ground and laid flat on her back. "No, no, no, noo! FUCK!" she screamed as she felt her pee stream through her genitals and into her panties. She struggled to sit up but she was too late. The pee had soaked her leggings and had made a large puddle right beneath her. She felt tears form in her eyes, she couldn't hold it back. She hadn't wet herself since she was twelve and now this? At a time like that? She looked up to see who was standing there, whom it was she had bumped into. Black, braided hair, a woman in her mid-fourties. Her green eyes, filled with tears recognized that face instantly. Master Alain Shan, her new mentor stood before her and just witnessed her pee her pants like a little girl..... Alright, that was the intro to my new star wars fanfic, I hope you liked it, though I'm not sure if I rushed through things a bit too much or not, or if I nerded you guys out at some points haha. Please let me know if you want more, because I do have a lot more in mind, and a pretty decent story in my mind :)
  5. [[Authors Note: Hello. Well, I’ve been seeing a lot of these interactive stories and participating in some of them, so I’ve decided to give it a try myself. I’ll see if there is any interest after my first post and, maybe if a few people seem to enjoy it, I’ll continue it. This story will mix combat and character based conversations, with the typical Omo.com twist of adding bladder meters to your party members. When in combat, one’s bladder (and perhaps something else if interest is shown in it) may give out, causing them to wet themselves in battle. The bladder meter will be active at all times, for both genders of character. In addition, with few exceptions, most characters can be romantically/sexually paired up. This story will be based on the Fire Emblem series of games, with original characters. Character classes and appearances will be based on Fire Emblem series, specifically FE: Awakening and FE: Fates. In addition, stats will be loosely based on games. The Strength stat concerns all physical based attacks. Magic concerns all magical attacks. Defense concerns one’s ability to absorb physical damage. Resistance concerns one’s ability to absorb magic attacks. To make combat more simple, the speed and skill stats will not be used. The Luck stat, however, will be used, and will dictate critical attacks and one’s ability to catch themselves if they are about to wet themselves in battles. All party members will have an unique stat, which will be unexplained, but may help them depending on certain situations. Health will not be visible for the fight and will rather be displayed as a status condition. In addition, combat will be considered ‘casual’ by Fire Emblem standards, as party members do not die in combat and are instead knocked out. With this being said, if interest is shown, we may begin]] Three figures sit around a small fire in a clearing in a forest. The sounds of the forest ring out around them. An owl howling in the distance. The wind blowing against the trees. The fire roaring softly. Our protagonist looks up at their two companions and sighs, tired from a long day with a clear twinge in their bladder. [Pick a Protagonist, a supporter, and a mentor from the list below. Each potential character will be marked as either a protagonist, supporter, combination of the two, or a mentor.} Morrigan (Protagonist/Supporter) [the student of magic] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young looking girl with purple hair in curls. Shorter than average height, Five foot two. Covers herself with the basic blue robes of a student of magic. With pale skin and a slim build, she has equally slim breasts and a small bladder. Very modest about where she relieves herself. Background: Naturally gifted in magic and naturally able to use dark magic, Morrigan was unaware of her powers until her 13th birthday, when her normal life with her parents in a small town changed forever when she fell into a mirror. After five years that she barely recalls, her powers have became stable and powerful as she awoke in a forest. If chosen as protagonist, the Coming Home quest will be activated. Class/Starting Stats: Mage, Level 10 Strength: 0 Magic: 7+2(Magic +2) Defense: 2 Resistance: 5 Luck: 5 Cuteness: 10 Skills: Shadowfaire: Allows this unit to use dark tomes, even if not a dark mage. Magic 2+: Gains a natural +2 to magic stat. Starting equipment: Flux: Dark Magic, 60% Accuracy, 5 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Wind: Wind magic, 90% Accuracy, 1 base damage, 0% natural crit chance Ace (Protagonist/Supporter) [the sharpshooter] Age: 18 Physical Description: A young man with short, brown hair. Five foot five in height, tan skin, and an athletic build. Wears the light chainmail coat with his family crest, a gold bow with a white arrow, on his arms. He has a medium sized bladder, reserved about where he relieves himself. Background: Ace was the son of a noble family who were known for the great archers who belonged to the line. As such, Ace was trained in archery from a young age. After joining the military, Ace and his squad were sent on a mission deep into enemy territory. Ace and his squad were separated, with the rest of his squad presumed dead. If selected as protagonist, the starting mission “Mission Report” will be activated. Class/Starting stats: Archer: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic: 1 Defense: 4 Resistance: 4 Luck:4 Focus: 10 Skills: Headshot: 30% additional chance to crit +20 Hit: Additional +20% to hit Starting Equipment: Iron Bow: A common bow: 70% Accuracy, 4 base damage, 0% natural crit chance. Vera (Protagonist)[the vengeful one] Age: 20 Physical description: A woman with half her face scarred, her long hair dyed a dark shade of pink covers the scarred half of her face. Her skin is deeply tanned, her build athletic, and her breasts firm B cups, she wears a white tank top and long black pants, which she doesn’t mind emptying her bladder into. She has a medium sized bladder, but isn’t reserved about where she empties it. Background: Vera was once a high school student in a foreign land, but after an encounter with a devious magic user, she ‘died’. However, she woke up in a forest, in an age which to her seemed distant, less advanced than what she was used to. If chosen as protagonist, the starting quest Revenga will be activated. Cannot be chosen as a supporter, as Vera follows no one. Class/Starting Stats: Samurai:: Level 10 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense: 5 Resistance: 2 Luck: 3 Angst: 10 Skills: Bloodlust: Boosts all stats temporarily by 1 after successfully felling an enemy. Vantage: 20% increased chance to dodge attacks of any type. Starting Equipment: Iron Katana: A standard katana: 80% accuracy, 4 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Rose (Protagonist/Supporter)[the loyal friend] Age: 21 Physical appearance: a young woman with long flaming red hair. With tan skin and B cup breasts covered by her suit of leather armor. She has a large bladder, but is somewhat reserved on where she releases it. Background: Vera’s best friend, after discovering that her friend was actually alive somewhere, she hunted down an associate of the man responsible and forced him to send Rose after Vera. Donning a set of plain leather armor and a straight sword to fit to her new surroundings, selecting Rose as a protagonist will activate the starting quest Vera. In addition, if she supports Vera, she will gain a different unique stat. Class/Starting Stats: Mercenary: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance 3 Luck: 3 Determination: 10 (If not supporting Vera) Persuasion: 10 (If supporting Vera) Skills: Duelist: Deals increased damage when facing a single opponent Patience: 10% increased chance to dodge and hit when enemy attacks first Starting equipment: Iron Straight Sword: A standard straight sword: 85% Accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Iron shield: A common shield used throughout the land. Kara (Supporter)[the allied knight] Age: 22 Physical description: A tall ‘women’, six feet tall, with brunette hair that reaches her shoulders. Wrapped in light plate mail that covers her dark skin. She has a large bladder and is willing to empty it anywhere, but only in front of people she trusts with her secret. Background: Kara once trained as a knight and in the way of using a lance. Though, after complications arose when trying to join the military, she joined a mercenary group. After her group was annihilated in battle, she disappeared into the woods until she found the protagonist. Has always been a follower, and therefore cannot be the protagonist. Class/Starting Stats: Knight: Level 10 Strength: 8 Magic: 0 Defense: 7+2 (Defense +2) Resistance: 1 Luck: 2 Defense: 10 Skills: Sworn Shield: 25% chance to defend the protagonist from attacks when nearby. Defense +2: Additional 2 points in Defense) Starting equipment: Spear: A lance that can be easily thrown: 70% accuracy, 3 base damage, 5% natural crit chance. Steel shield: A well made shield meant for a knight: Evans (Protagonist/Supporter)[the rogue ninja] Age: 22 Physical description: A blond haired man of average height and athletic build, clad in plain green robes. Usually keeps to himself when it comes to his private needs, unless he’s drank alcohol recently, a common event, in which case he’s usually open with it. Background: A self-taught ninja, who learned the art from a series of scrolls rather than formal teaching, His main purpose from this was to sell his skill to the highest bidder, though eventually learned of his true calling. Choosing him as the protagonist activates the starting quest Revolution. Class/starting stats: Ninja: Level 10 Strength: 4 Magic: 0 Defense: 3 Resistance: 5 Luck: 7 Cunning: 10 Skills: Acrobat: Has a 40% chance to dodge all attacks. Vanishing Act: Can disappear from enemies for a short time using smoke bombs. Starting equipment: Kunai Knives (x2): A ninja’s knife, good for close and ranged combat: 90% accuracy, 3 base damage, 40% natural crit chance Smoke bombs (x5): A small package which causes an explosion of smoke when thrown to the ground. Sif (Protagonist/Supporter)[the murder doll] Age: 19 Physical description: A small looking woman with short black hair clad in chain and cloth armor. Pale skin, making her resemble a large painted doll when not moving. Has tiny breasts and an even smaller bladder, which she will relieve whenever she pleases. Background: A skilled fighter, Sif’s doll like appearance makes her enemies underestimate her. By the time they realize their mistake, it is too late. Little is known about Sif’s past. If chosen as the protagonist, starting quest The Doll is activated. Class/Starting Stats: Spear Fighter: Level 10 Strength: 6 Magic:0 Defense: 4 Resistance: 2 Luck: 4 Brutality: 10 Skills: Merciless: 40% chance to instantly finish off an enemy when they are wounded. Lethality: 10% chance to instantly finish off an enemy. Starting equipment: Iron Nagitama: An eastern polearm: 70% accuracy, 5 base damage, 15% natural crit chance. Ciel (mentor)[the witch seer] Age: ??? Physical description: A young looking woman with short purple hair and a golden eye patch. Her purple robe and black witch hat cover her body, making it unsure what her body looks like. She also never seems to relieve herself, which means that either she can relieve herself magically or the inside of her robe is usually soaked. Background: Ciel is a witch who has forgotten how long she has known magic or been able to see into the future. All she is certain of is that the protagonist needs her assistance, whether Ciel likes it or not. Class/Starting Stats: Witch, Level 25 Strength: 2 Magic: 9 Defense: 3 Resistance: 7 Luck: 4 Wisdom: 10 Skills: Future Sight: 60% chance to avoid enemy attacks, after seeing them happen in the future. Witchcraft: 5% chance on turning enemies into small animal when attacking with dark magic Starting equipment: Nosferatu: A dark tome: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 5% natural crit chance, absorbs half damage dealt as health. Alice (Mentor)[the assassin’s legacy) Age: 31 Physical description: A woman with a long brown hair in a pony tail. Standing five foot ten, usually in tight leather, pressing her B cups close to her body, she is more concerned about who sees her relieve her medium sized bladder rather than where she does it. For example, she will not pee in front of her daughter. In addition, she won’t cheat on her husband, but if pushed to her sexual limit, she imagines her husband would forgive her if it was with another woman. Background: Working as an assassin for many years while her husband raised their daughter, Morrigan. Once her daughter and husband went missing, she retired from assassination and went out into the world to find them, helping whoever she could along her along the way. If mentoring Morrigan, starting quest is changed to Father. Class/Starting Stats: Assassin: Level 5 Strength: 7 Magic: 0 Defense:3 Resistance: 4 Luck: 7 Dexterity: 10 Skills: Heartseeker: All attacks have an additional 30% chance to crit Lethality: Has a 10% chance to instantly kill her enemy. Starting equipment: Estoc: A deadly thrusting sword: 80% accuracy, 7 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Steel bow: A well-made longbow: 85% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance Z (Mentor)[the grim knight] Age: ??? Physical description: An imposing six foot one figure clad in black plate mail with a featureless black mask. The only piece of skin that can be seen is his impressive manhood in one of the rare moments that he relieves himself. Background: A mysterious man who refuses to say why he is here, but has shown how prowess in combat enough for few to question him or his loyalty. Class/Starting stats: Revenant: Level 5 Strength: 6 Magic: 6 Defense: 5 Resistance: 4 Luck: 2 Dominance: 10 Skills: Soul Crash: When using magic, high chance to stun enemies Soul Crush: Has the ability to make sure that fallen enemies don’t get back up. Starting equipment: Dark axe: A large axe made from a black metal: 50% accuracy, 8 base damage, 20% natural crit chance. Black fireball: a burning orb of darkness hurled at the enemy: 60% accuracy, 6 base damage, 10% natural crit chance. With the options available, please vote for the combination you would like to see. If I see a trend, I’ll continue this story with Chapter One. In addition, if you would like to, please vote from a scale of one to five (one being dry, five being completely soaked) on how much you would like omorashi to play a factor. Also, vote whether or not you’d like to see messing make appearances in the story. With that being said, fingers crossed that this little story of mine turns out well.
  6. The faint red light flickered in the distance on the snowy evening in St. Petersburg, Russia. The bleak sky reflected an all-encompassing neutral tone on the Volskaya factory as dusk faded to evening. The factory was a known battleground that had caused many a fight to occur in securing objectives and disrupting its operations. The objective was simple enough; capture a point or defend until time expires and the battle was won. It fell upon the Blue team of six to defend this last objective in a tug-of-war conflict. However, the Blue team had boasted a small victory hardy enough to allow a counter-push back towards the Red base. Reinhardt gave a hearty laugh and raised his fist to the skies. "WE BRING THE FIGHT TO THEM, catch them off guard and finish this for good." His voice broadcasted loudly over the room and finished his chant with a firm pat on his suit's chestpiece. It was difficult to not feel the morale boost from his passion. With very little delay, Mei spoke up. "I um- I'll defend the point to try-- if anyone tries to--- um sneak behind.", it was an awkward fumble of words to attempt to hide the real reason for wanting to abandon the team. The exchange was almost as embarrassing as the reason itself, but spared from a warming smile and salute from Tracer, "Of course, love. I believe in you!" This seemed enough for the remainder of their team to give a questioning shrug of their shoulders and push onwards to the next battle. In leading the charge, Tracer dashed away with the rest of the team trailing shortly behind and leaving Mei to herself. A hasty call to action brought about all-but-one mass exodus from defending the last objective room. It was a question Mei raised to the team with her alterior motives concealed. The environmental scientist gingerly pushed her thick black-rimmed glasses up to the precipice of her nose. The sweat from an exhausted battle caused them to immediately slide down to rest lower on her nose again, eliciting a frustrated sigh. The sigh produced a plume of condensated breath with the freezing temperatures leaving much to be desired. Even with the gear prepared for such a climate, the weather sent an irregular chill throughout her body. There was still a flushness in her cheeks from the exhaustion of battle and a redness to her nose from the chill of the occasional whipping wind. With a gloved hand, she attempted to brush a few strays strands of her auburn hair away from her face. "Um, everyone is gone, right?", the soft and insecure question was only met with a set of resounding echoes for confirmation. It brought awareness to just how large of an area the factory spanned. The main section of the factory was moments ago a heated battleground that now lay silent and uncharacteristically serene. Mei gave an affirmative nod to her environmental robotic companion Snowball, "I guess my team is taking charge and it falls on me to defend this!" Her confidence melted away into concern almost instantly. "But sooner rather than later would be so appreciated." Unconsciously Mei shifted the position of her feet, her body blaring and now free for broadcasting her need. The Chinese scientist had felt an urgent and desperate need to relieve herself over the span of the last battle. In the long and difficult fight for the final objective, after receiving a few injuries Mei had to drink several health capsules to stay engaged. In the intensity of battle her body had numbed her mind to the need in the obvious priority of attempting to stay alive. In the post-battle it had taken her a valiant effort to obscure the direness of the situation. It was such a private matter and a problem her team need not know about. She could not live with the shame of letting all of the other five team members that she had worked with so closely that in a serious combat she had lost track of so basic a need as a grown woman. It was then that Mei found herself in the quiet of the capture point room, only the soft hum of Snowball's processor and the distant work of a furnace to create any noise. Now free of judgment, her gloves quickly darted downward to hold herself. The pressure she was able to apply was drastically limited from the thickness of her particular jacket and let her presently unsatisfied. As a follow-up she jammed her gloved hand more forcefully to apply whatever pressure she could manage. She was unsure of how it had welled so quickly inside her after drinking just two health capsules. There was a swift run of her hand over the front of her jacket, but should could still feel the swell of a hardened and filled bladder inside of her. "What if I just go really quick? If I went back to base to go no one would notice, right? I'm sure no one would get past my team." The bright blue interface of Snowball flickered in understanding, but it was ultimately a one-person conversation. "But... Tracer had so much faith in me. I can't let her and the rest of the team down." While deep in the dialogue, subconsciously Mei had began to rapidly tap her left boot on the cold metal flooring. In a quick glance at her wrist, the display showed a red 10 minute timer working its way downwards to zero. The scientist stifled a desperate whimper and the weight her in bladder felt that much more overwhelming with a new dread filling her, "Ten minutes?!" The thought of holding for another ten minutes caused an anxious panic to set in for the climatologist. There was a definitely warmness and almost numbness in her abdomen that was now impossible to ignore. Mei stood still, internally debating the likely two-minute abandonment of her post and what consequences it could possibly have for her team. Momentarily forgetting the want to keep her struggle to herself, Mei exclaimed, "I NEED TO GO SO BAD! HURRY UP!" "I can do this. I can do this.I can do this! Just 9 more minutes", the short-haired scientist scrambled to pull together what confidence she could. "I can d--" Her personal mantra was cut abruptly short with a nimble action as an arm with suddenly grappling around her throat and the press of a gun barrel against her back. In a quick flash the figure came into full form, a mechanical glove clutching around Mei's neck. The terrifying awe of the moment cause a temporary loss of control and a short burst of warmth rushed down Mei's thigh, dampening the patterned tights. Sombra spoke with a smooth boldness that seemed laced with vicious intent, "You can do it? I'm not so sure amiga." The mexican hacker pressed the gun barrel more harshly against Mei's back, making sure the threat of death was known. "Let's talk." [End of part I] ***Let me know what you think and of course of any grammar/spelling errors you find, thanks!***
  7. So I love writing, and I love Omo, but I've never tried writing Omo before. So, I figured, why not start with a short story about a game I frigging love, and see how people like it? If it turns out people like this, I do have some ideas for future installments. Let me know what you guys think. Warning: Messing, and it is described in good detail. If this story turns out popular, and people would prefer it without messing, future installments may or may not have it. Also fear wetting/messing. No one gets seriously injured or dies, but they do get pretty scared. Anyway, hope you like it. ---------------------------------------------------------- Widowmaker stood perched on a secluded rooftop, overlooking a narrow street below. King's Row at night was mercifully dark, and even her rather conspicuous costume was difficult to see to any observer. She felt something inside her... Happiness. Nostalgia. Even as dead as these emotions were to her, they were still there, and yes, she was happy to return to the site of one of her finest kills. Something else stirred within her, however: a rather pressing need for the restroom. Snipers are required to perch for long hours, without distraction. Even looking away for a couple of minutes could allow your target to escape. Mercifully, her ability to feel shame was even more muted than her ability to feel joy. She'd encountered this problem many times before, and would encounter it again. She spread her legs slightly, and prepared to solve the dilemma the same way she always had. With minimal resistance, her quite full bladder emptied. A faint hsssssssss could be heard, and she felt the golden liquid warmth pouring down her suit. Perhaps for this reason, her suit was made of a material that did not show the wetness, but she still could feel the warm, wet streaks coursing down her thighs, depositing into a surprisingly large puddle at her feet. The heat was nice, in the cold of King's Row. Her focus returned to the task at hand, for she had to keep a lookout for her target. With her bodily needs satisfied for the moment, she was able to pay much closer attention to the streets her prey would eventually walk down. "For the moment" was a rather key phrase, however, for her bathroom needs soon caught up with her again. This time, however, it would be a slightly... messier expulsion. She gave a slight sigh of annoyance. Like wetting herself, it was not her first time, and it would likely not be the last. It was just... much less convenient. And the smell. It revived her emotion of shame much the same as trips to King's Row rekindled her happiness. Making sure to keep her rifle up, the scope hovering over one eye, just in case her quarry happened by during, she bent her knees a small amount. Giving a small grunt, she forced her mess out. It pushed against the soft cloth of her panties, stopping when it met the resistance of her rubbery suit. Giving a bit more forceful of a push, her waste rocketed out of her with a wet squelch sound. The logs compounded somewhat, forming a lumpy, softball-sized bulge between the buttcheeks her suit so proudly outlined. The wet, sticky warmth covered her backside. The smell drifted upwards, ultimately meeting with her nose. It almost made her cringe a bit. Of all the things to remind her of her humanity, why did it have to be this? An energetic, electronic sound emanated alongside a pink light from behind her. Sombra. Of all the people... "Woah-ho, there, spider. Eat a little too much before the mission?", Sombra said, fanning the air in front of her nose. Widowmaker always did find Sombra and her taunting to be insufferable, but she was too valuable to Talon to give up. "I had to go, Sombra. It is better that my suit be ruined than the mission", Of course, logic wouldn't be enough to make the obnoxious little hacker shut up. "Besides, I still remember that time you went out drinking with that cowboy and came home with some sodden pants of your own". "Alright, alright. Point taken", Sombra said, a slight blush coloring her normally composed and calculating face. "Ooh! Is that her?!", Sombra said in a hushed whisper, "I'll cloak and get close to her". Widowmaker peered through her scope, down the street. Sure enough, there was the target. Angela Ziegler, she thought, Mercy. She didn't know why Talon wanted her dead, and she didn't care. A job was a job, end of discussion. She took aim, and carefully put her finger on the trigger... ---------------------------------------------------------- Mercy had been invited to some conference to showcase her advanced equipment and medical knowledge. Winston had organized some sort of event, hoping to show the good Overwatch had done, and was hoping that displaying some of their more advanced and more good-natured technology would be able to change some hearts and minds. Mercy had eagerly agreed. As such, she walked down the streets in her full armor, hoping to show it off. A sudden sound, like footsteps on the cobblestone roads suddenly echoed from a nearby alleyway. The streets were totally deserted except for her, so the noise made her a little uneasy. A sudden series of more rapid footsteps sounded off much closer, and she turned quickly in alarm. That proved to be life-saving, as a powerful bullet suddenly split the air where her head had been a second before. In a sudden panic, she threw both hands over her head, and hurrid into a nearby buidling whose door was open. She put her back to the wall, breathing very rapidly. Her hair hung down in her face, and sweat droplets began to form. And a strange, hot, wetness flowed down her legs. What was that? Oh. Despite being in combat what must have been hundreds of times, Mercy never did the sturdiest continence. More dangerous situations often saw her peeing, or worse, into her armored leggings; much to the joy of her companions, who often found how easily frightened she was to be quite funny. The most embarassing had to have been that surprise party, where they all jumped out, and she... Nevermind, a sniper was trying to kill her, her embarassing memories weren't important right now. She pulled out a communicator she used to keep in touch with her former Overwatch colleagues, and after what felt like an eternity, Winston answered. "Winston!", she said in a panicked and shaky voice. "Angela? What's the matter? Are you okay?" came his concerned reply. "Yes. No. I'm in trouble, but I'm not hurt, not yet," she stammered out, finding her words difficult to squeeze out. "Try and stay where you are! I'll be there in just a second!" his words were music to her ears. She set her large Caduceus staff aside, favoring her pistol. It wasn't much, but a good number of enemies had underestimated her pistol, which proved a rather fatal mistake. She jumped at the sudden sound of movement in the room with her, simultaneously feeling more of her pee leave warm trails down her shapely legs. She held up her pistol, and tried to stop shaking so hard. Suddenly, and without warning, a person appeared ahead of her, and to her right. Before she could adjust her aim and fire, the girl fired first, blasting Mercy's pistol out of her hands. The girl kept her smg trained on Mercy, and began walking towards her, tauntingly. Mercy's courage failed her, and she fell backwards against the wall, landing in her own puddle of urine with a wet splish. The girl smirked and chuckled a bit upon noticing her lapse in continence. "Well well, looks like no one can keep their pants dry, tonight," She said, pointing to Mercy's puddle of piddle. The girl made of point of aiming the smg directly at the doctor's head, "Look at the bright side, at least no one will know you did it before you died," she said as placed the barrel of the smg against Mercy's temple. Her fear totally overwhelmed, and she suddenly felt a weight leave her abdomen. Then she realized it hadn't just disappeared, it had travelled into her underwear. She had just soiled herself in fear. Her armored leggings were quite firm, and did not allow her mess to collect into a ball shape, but rather, it smoothed out like a pancake, covering her entire rear end. As she tried to regain her composure, her assailant did seem to notice the squishing noises and accompannying smell, her smirk growing to nearly impossible proportions. But, against Mercy's expectations, the girl pulled the gun away from her head. Looking down as condescendingly as possible, she said "Unless, of course, you'd like to make a deal,". It took Mercy a second to register what she'd just heard. She was coming back from the despair of being certain her life was over, and her senses weren't quite back to normal, yet. "W-what do you mean?" She quickly got out. The girl pointed a clawed finger at Mercy's staff, "I want you to give me your staff, and show me how it works. I've got some fun plans for it Do that, and I'll tell Talon I killed you," she extended her hand to the sitting woman, "Deal?". Mercy weighed her options. On the one hand, she didn't want to die; on the other, the Caduceus staff was a powerful tool, one she didn't want to fall into Talon's, well, talons. Then she remembered: Winston was coming. She was confident that Winston could make short work of these attackers, as she'd seen him decimate entire squadrons of Talon soldiers in the past. If she accepted the girl's offer, she could stall for time until Winston showed up. "Deal," Mercy said, reaching for the girl's hand. To her confusion, the girl threw her hand forward, touching one finger to Mercy's nose before pulling her hand back, saying "boop" while doing so. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Boop" Sombra, instead of helping Mercy to her feet, walked right over to the staff that was carefully set upon a nearby chair. She picked it up, and began flipping it over in hands, inspecting it. "So, how do you work this thing, doc?" Sombra said, pointing the staff at Mercy, who had found her way to her feet, drops and rivulets of her fear-induced pee running down her legs as she stood from her puddle. Taking the staff from Sombra, Mercy expertly flipped it to the correct holding position. Begrudgingly, she began to go over its various controls and abilities, Sombra's eyes widening with potential plots and schemes at each feature Mercy described. In the middle of the lesson, however, Mercy suddenly seemed to look behind Sombra. Just as Sombra noticed, Mercy delivered a powerful kick into her gut, forcing her backwards. The force of the kick sent numerous droplets of pee into the air. Sombra drew her smg, and levelled it at Mercy, "Do I need to make you piss youself again? Do you seriously think you can take me?" she said furiously. Now it was Mercy's chance to smirk, "Not alone", she said. Sombra's confusion was evident, but not for long as the wall behind her suddenly burst forth, revealing Overwatch's signature gorilla scientist: Winston. Sombra turned and fired wildly, unsure what was happening. Her aim was completely off, however, and she was knocked to the ground, lying on her belly. Winston drew his massive tesla cannon, and began firing it at the prone girl. "Trying to hurt my friends, huh?" Winston said, to the tune of Sombra shouting in pain, "Not on my watch, Talon". Sombra could barely even hear him, as electricity coursed throughout her body. As it caused every nerve and muscle in her body to go absolutely crazy, such unimportant things as not wetting herself were forgotten, as her crotch suddenly filled with hot, steaming urine. Content to share, the urine flowed outward, creating a sizeable puddle around Sombra's waist, even wetting her shirt a bit as she lay prone. Once it was clear that she was no threat, Winston moved over to Mercy, checking that she was alright. In the middle of her assurances that she was fine, a sudden clanging was heard against the door to the building. They both looked up to see one of Widowmakers venom mines on the door, primed and about to explode. Thinking quickly, Winston deployed a shield barrier, saving them from the poisonous gas. He noticed that the barrier inadvertently covered and saved Sombra as well. As the poisonous fog cleared, and the barrier vanished, the two suddenly noticed that Sombra was gone. Winston fired his tesla cannon around the room, hoping to catch her while invisible, but it was in vain, as Sombra had fled the building. She was making her way back to the rooftop occupied by Widowmaker, her pants, skirt and shirt all bearing a humiliating wet splotch that made her lack of control rather obvious. The chill in the air was rather unpleasant as her crotch and thighes suddenly felt frozen in their wet state. And she had even taunted Widowmaker for using the restroom on herself, but at least Widow had relieved herself in her pants intentionally. Something about the fact that Sombra simply lost control was even more insulting. Another crashing sound was heard behind her, as the gorilla broke through another wall. He was surrounded by a strange, blue glow, and whatever was left in Sombra's bladder flowed out into her panties as she realized it was the damage booster Mercy had described to her. It made the gorilla even more deadly. She almost screamed when the monkey leapt through the air towards her, before remembering that she was still invisible. No, they weren't going for her... But then where... Oh no. The gorilla had landed on the rooftop with Widowmaker, and Mercy followed closely behind him, healing and boosting him all the way. If she didn't get up there now, Widow could be killed. Throwing her teleporter to the rooftop, she activated, and one short flash of light later, was in the middle of the battle. She de-cloaked, and joined Widowmaker in unleashing a hailstorm of bullets on the pair of heros. Things were looking good, as they were damaging him much faster than Mercy could heal him, and he was resorting to holding up his hands to protect his face. They pressed the attack, but Winston had something up his sleeve. In the blink of an eye, she swore the gorilla had doubled in height, and now seemed to be seething with rage. The blue damage-boosting aura still encircled the massive primate, meaning this was going to hurt. A lot. With a sweep of one arm, he smashed into Widow, launching her against a wall. She slid down, and landed on her butt with gross squish, her mess from earlier having never been cleaned. Sombra prepared to get smashed by his massive arms, but instead found herself picked up, and held in the air. Two of his hands completely encircled her body, and their grip was iron. Winston leaned in close, blowing steaming how breath into her face. Her face mimicked the terror she felt inside, and her more substantial waste could no longer be contained. Whimpering, and eyes watering, she felt a sticky warmth covering her butt, and felt its weight growing substantially. More, more, and more came out, until she was certain she had soiled herself more thoroughly than the other two women combined. Her mess overloaded her panties, flowing into her pants. If one got a view up her skirt, they could see that the bulge was, in a word, enormous. Perhaps having an accident managed to work her fear out, but her professional mind suddenly returned, and she managed to wriggle one of her teleporters out, dropping a few feet away from herself and Winston. Activating it, she found herself suddenly free of his grip, and she sprinted over to Widow, who lay unconscious in a newly-created pool of pee, having wet herself again as Winston slammed her into a wall. She hurriedly grabbed Widow's grappling-hook arm, and made it launch upwards, grabbing hold of a ledge and pulling them to safety. Throwing the unconscious and very-in-need-of-a-shower sniper over her shoulders, Sombra cloaked once again, and began running for it, not caring about the squishing sounds coming from her pants, and trying not to think about what was running down her legs. ---------------------------------------------------------- As the duo escaped, Winston's Primal Rage subsided, and he collapsed onto the ground, his energy entirely spent. Mercy was by his side, more grateful than she'd ever been. She made sure to tell him what a lifesaver he was. "Oh, it- it was no problem, Angela," Winston stuttered, half out of exhaustion, and half out of not knowing how to take a compliment. "Say Winston?" Mercy began, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Yes?" "Before we go to the convention..." "Yes?" "Do you mind if I find some fresh clothes, first?"
  8. (This was sent to me by my hubby <3) 02/13/2017Today I did not know what to expect. I haven't been on a date for many years, let alone a blind one. The day has been wearing, and honestly, I was not looking forward to a mysterious date with a mysterious woman. A commitment is a commitment never the less. Some young lady named "Dominika". I made reservations at a nice place so I can easily locate her.In a few short moments I arrived at the place of interest. I observed the whereabouts to see if I may locate this lady of mystery, before the hostess may escort me to the table. Then I laid eyes upon her, she was gorgeous. A very beautifully presented woman, in a sexy black cocktail dress. She was absolutely stunning. Very pleasing to the eye. I was determined that I must have my way with her and make her mine. I went up to her with great haste and introduced myself and greeted her with a kiss on the hand. She was wearing a very sweet fragrance, which inadvertently had a very arousing effect on me. I tried establishing eye contact with her on several occasions but with every attempt, she shied away every time. She was extremely nervous, something about that, makes the inner beasts desire to dominate very strong. We engaged in idle chit chat, her soft spoken quiet words, the way her lips even move was a turn on. I was highly distracted by this point. I put my hand on her leg and squeezed ever so gently. The feel of her nylons through the fabric of her dress was a major sensation over load, and her pushing my hand away only added to the lustful desires."I apologize" I said very convincing, holding onto the sensations I felt not so long Ago.The meal was wonderful, and so was the desert. I insisted it was on me and hoping she'd be on me soon enough. With the salary she makes, the cost of our evening could cover groceries for her for a week or even more. "Thank you, I had a great time" she spoke. As she walked out the front doors, I couldn't help but check that firm ass out. I was ready to prounce, but I chose to pay the tab instead, planning for a future opportunity, if the door opens. She's the stunning image of perfection. I paid the hostess and could not help but hear her on the phone getting upset that her ride has been delayed. "An hour you say?" I thought to myself. My mind was filling fast with bad thoughts, perhaps my time to strike will happen sooner then I expected. Here's to hoping. "Where do you live?" I inquired, taking advantage of the moment."Oh please, Mr. warden, I don't want to bother you" Honestly I wasn't paying to much attention to her declination but I persisted again. This time she caved and allowed me to take her home. "Excellent" I congratulated myself.We drove according to her directions but I know this road and a minute past Is a roundabout which is very secluded at night. I deliberately drove past."My sincerest apologies, can I turn around?" I offered, fooling her."Just up ahead" she piped up. She was squirming some, the urgency in her voice was an indicator. I felt stiffening. I pulled around, then backed up. "It's a clear night, what better to end our date then by star gazing?" I said looking at her walk abit scrunched. "Can you please take me home?" She said softly.I popped open the latch back and sat her there."Warden!" She protested. I covered her mouth and used my other hand to inch my way from her leg to under her dress. My needs became over whelming. "Please!" She protested agAin trying to sho my hand away.I put my hand on her soft firm breast and laid her down. I put my hand over her pelvic area rubbing her gently as she protested and whimpered. "Please stop, please let me go" she cried softly. I felt her continue to get wet, continued wetting to where it's implied she peed herself. This was the point of no return. I lifted her legs and tugged down her pee soaked stockings and revealed to her my erection."Dominika, you are far to desirable to not want to make you mine" I whispered, as I felt myself penetrate her tight pussy. "Oh God!!" I heard her moan as I soon had my way with her. Her breathing was erratic and mine to match. I covered her mouth and felt her tighten around my thrusting cock as she began to experience deep waves of pleasure. The vibrations of mouth on my hand, told me her body enjoyed what I was doing unto her. I soon came inside her then rolled off. "Warden..." she started but I looked at her and got myself together.She pulled up her sexy thong and nylon stockings and looked down."I'm sorry I made a mess in your car.." she said sadly.I focused more on her wet spot liking what she's done."It's on me" I said driving her to her house. "Bye..." she said walking slowly to her door.
  9. I decided a while ago to start my own fic, so I started an interactive story. Turns out I really enjoy writing omo-fics, so I'm going to do a quick one here, hope you enjoy it. 'Another day, another dollar' Anna thinks to herself, unenthusiastically, as she waits in the elevator. Anna taps her foot and look at her watch. 6.50. Late again, Jim won't be pleased, he's been on about Anna's punctuality all week. And the week before that, and before that. Not that it really bothered Anna - what was ten minutes going to mean by the way of work. So what if she can't take a customer call, someone else can. And she can do over time anyway to make up for it. The elevator doors slide open as it reaches the eighth floor. 'Hey Ann, how've you been?' asks Amy, one of Anna's co-workers 'Oh you know, nothing new, how about yourself?' Oh, Jim says I might be in line for a promotion soon, He's going to put a word in with his seniors and then......... Anna's morning goes on with few events. Dealing with calls, the occasional sarcastic remark, the occasional old woman who can't tell her microwave from her desktop. The usual stuff. At about 11:30 Anna decides to get herself a cup of coffee from the kitchen. Not because she's even thirsty or tired, but because she's so bored. Waiting for the kettle to boil, Anna looks down at herself. Grey pencil skirt and white blouse, grey tights and black shoes. Even her clothes, smart as they are, are boring. The only colour from Anna is her pink lips and blonde hair, tied in a ponytail behind her with a black hair-band. 'Some days are just meant to be boring' Anna says aloud to no-one in particular. The kettle finishes, and Anna finishes making her coffee. Two sugars and milk, same as always. Picking up her cup, she heads back to her desk, looking around the office as she does. Grey carpet. White walls. White ceiling. Wooden desks with grey computers. Most of the desks are empty where it's the weekend. Boring, boring, boring. By 12.30 Anna has finished her first coffee, so she goes on her lunch break. Usual stuff, sandwich from the canteen on the ground floor, another coffee, and a trip to the toilet before she heads back. Actually, no. 'Not today'. Anna thinks to herself at the bathroom doors. 'Let's see how long I can go without going to the loo' Anna decides, in an attempt to get something interesting out of the day. Feeling a slight pressure on her bladder, Anna heads back to her office A funny feeling sweeps over Anna in the elevator back up. Usually with her bladder this full she'd leave her desk and go to the toilet, even if it wasn't a break. But now Anna feels an almost daring feeling, even at something as mundane as not using the toilet. 'Actually', Anna thinks. 'Let's see how much I can hold....'. Anna smirks to herself as she makes her decision. Today Anna will amuse herself by drinking as much coffee as she can, and by not using the toilet. 'The feeling of a full bladder is more engaging than a weekend at work' she reasons. Reaching her floor at 12.35, Anna makes herself another coffee. Now the office is entirely empty, with everyone else having left for the weekend, but Anna is staying to make up for lateness. On the plus side, this means no one will see Anna drinking so much coffee. 1.00 pm, and Anna walks back into the kitchen again. She puts the kettle on, and leans against the counter. Her bladder feels quite full now, and usually Anna would be looking for the toilet if she was out. But she's not out. So she pours herself another coffee, and heads to her desk. 1.30, Anna's back again. Another coffee 2.00, Anna walks into the kitchen, again. Not only does she need to pee badly now, she's completely jittery from the caffeine. 'Maybe that's enough coffee for now' she thinks. 'But there's always water...' Anna pours herself a cup of water, and downs it. Then another. Then a third. Three is enough, and Anna heads back to her desk, feeling quite desperate now By 2.30 Anna is rocking back and forth in her chair. No calls since lunch, but Anna still gets paid just for being there. 'Just another half hour' she thinks aloud. 'Then I'll only have an hour left until I can leave. I-I can hold it' she tells herself, not sure if she believes it 3.pm comes and Anna has both hands jammed into her crotch. She leans back and forth in her chair quite viciously as she fights against desperate urges to pee. Just thinking about peeing makes Anna more desperate. The thought of sitting on the toilet, the cool touch of the seat, and the hot release of her bladder. The gentle hiss as her pee flows out, and the splashing it makes as it hits the water....Anna can't get these thoughts out of her head. Instead, other thoughts come. You could always just go, they tell her. Imagine how good it would feel, and without the hassle of even leaving your chair.... Anna fights these thoughts off, though it is a losing battle, as each thought she ignores is replaced by two more. Thoughts of relief, satisfaction and joy. She imagines the heat of her pee, splashing against her thighs as it pours out onto her felt chair, being absorbed by the dark fabric. She imagines the pleasant shiver of relief travelling her spine when she relaxes, and the hot mess she'd leave behind. 'She has to stop imagining these things before they become real', she thinks. By 3.15 Anna can't think of anything but her screaming bladder. The thoughts of just letting go begin to swamp her mind, as the prize of relief begins to rival the cost of soaking her grey skirt and tights, which would turn a dark black as they absorbed her entire day's accumulation of pee. Anna presses her hands even harder against her crotch. Sweat already has dampened her inner thighs where her hands have been clamped to them for so long. At least Anna thinks it's sweat. Didn't John from accounting say that sweat and pee were basically the same stuff? and that when you were well hydrated your pee was effectively clean. Anna certainly knows that if you keep drinking and using the toilet her pee comes out clear and odourless, like warm water. But this isn't one of those cases, and Anna hasn't pee'd since she left home. 'Speaking of home, what time is it?' Anna asks aloud, again asking no-one. 'Only 3.20? Oh come on.....' By 3.25 Anna can feel her bladder start to harden as it draws close to its maximum. It hurts to sit down, so Anna is forced to stand up, leaning against her desk. Anna pushes her office chair away, and kicks off her shoes. She knows that she's hasn't long left, and decides that enough is enough. Leaving her shoes at her desk, Anna walks down the office to the staff toilets. Hands clamped firmly against her crotch still, each step is painful. Anna can barely look up as she walks almost bent over, sticking her ass out behind her. She's certain her skirt isn't covering her ass any more, it having been rolled up so high by her legs shifting. She pulls one hand off her crotch to feel, and she discovers she was right, her skirt has travelled well above the base of her ass, and is revealing her white panties under her grey stockings. Anna, not one to walk around bearing so much, tries to pull the skirt down. The force used to move her skirt down, little as it is, distracts her body's attempts to halt her bladder, and Anna launches a jet of piss into her tights, with a silence-shattering hiss. Anna yelps slightly, thrusting her hands back into her crotch and halting the burst. She stands still for a moment, not quite believing that she was about to wet herself for the first time since school. The subtle smell of hot, fresh pee wafts up toward Anna, and she begins to move again. She wouldn't, she couldn't wet herself. She'd not pee'd herself once since that one time in school, even after she'd had a few drinks or long car journeys. She remembers the time in school... A class presentation, standard stuff. Each student talks about a topic they were told to study over the weekend at the front of the class. Some kids made posters, some kids made themselves look silly. Anna was so excited for her presentation. The class had been studying biology, and Anna had done her presentation on the bladder and kidneys. However, as the class went on, and students did their presentations and Anna waited, she felt her own bladder filling. She felt nothing of it at the time, why, she was a teenager now. Teenagers don't wet themselves in school, she had told herself. Finally her turn to present came up, and Anna walked to the front of the class, careful not to drop her presentation. Her presentation was quite good, she had to admit - she had put a lot of effort into researching the topic and making her poster look pretty. She was almost done... 'and when the bladder gets full' she explained, shuffling foot to foot, her dark-blue skirt pressed in between her legs, 'wh-when the bladder gets full you go to the toilet, but if you don't go, go in time then...then.......' she trailed off. 'Then what, Annie?' her teacher asked. Anna answered the question, but she didn't open her mouth. Her young bladder gave way, and a golden stream spilt down her legs, staining her white socks and pooling around her feet and in her shoes. The class was silent, save the gentle splatter of her pee hitting the floor. A solid minute, the longest minute of Anna's life, as she stared at her entire class, and they stared back, confused but amused. As the stream came to an end, the class began to chuckle, and Annie, not quite knowing what to do, tried to play it off like a joke, as if she'd planned it all along. The bell rang, and the class was dismissed, except Anna, who was kept in detention for an hour and was made to clean it up. No matter what she said, her teacher wouldn't believe it was an accident. Still, in hindsight it was better that way, everyone thought Anna was a lot funnier and braver after that, and she didn't have to live down having an accident for the whole year. Distracted by this memory, Anna didn't notice the fact she'd hobbled over to the staff toilets until she looked up and saw the worst thing she could have seen - OUT OF ORDER, printed in red on a white plastic sign. Anna tries the door anyway, to no avail - locked by the janitors. Anna groaned loudly, annoyed that the toilets hadn't been fixed yet, and annoyed at Dan who thought it was funny to put firecrackers in all the office toilets. Anna doesn't have a lot of time to be annoyed though, she'll barely have time to reach the elevator as this rate. She begins the long hobble to the great steel doors that will lead her to the promised, err, toilet. *pad...pad...pad...pad...pad....* The only sound in the office was Anna's slow and laboured footsteps, and as such they seemed to thunder through the office. Anna could barely look up any more, navigating the office solely memory. Anna squeezes her eyes shut, as if her eyes could offer any help with her bladder situation. They don't, and the opposite happens as Anna walks straight into her chair. Collapsing on top of her grey swivel chair, Anna has barely seconds to figure out what has happened before the sound hits her - a harsh but muffled hiss as her bladder takes the confusion as an opportunity to contract and force out a jet of pee. Anna, on all fours at the time, can only send in one hand to quell this bladder rebellion, using all her energy now to hold it back. Within a second or two the stream ends, but it feels like a week to Anna. Having been ass up on all fours, the escaped pee had only one way to go, and that was up, relevant to Anna. Anna felt the hot liquid as it soaked into the waist of her skirt, and the bottom of her blouse, dyeing it a pale yellow. The stain, luckily for Anna, was held under her skirt, but her skirt was still damp itself, with a dark streak being the tale-tale sign of an accident. Using the wall for support, Anna climbed back to her feet. 'I..can still....make it....'. Not even Anna believed this time. Deciding not to close her eyes again, Anna drags one leg after the other in the direction of the elevator, both hands clamped once again into her crotch. It's been taking all of her energy just to not pee....what if it gets worse? and her best is not enough? Well what if is what begins to happen, as Anna's body begins to take control of her bladder. Anna reaches the lift, and punches in the button for 'ground'. She leans against the wall as she hears the elevator grind into life. Not far now. Anna knows she's so close, but her body doesn't, and Anna finally reaches her breaking point. For anyone who hasn't held it until they can't hold anymore, allow me to describe it to you. The first thing you, or in this case Anna, feels, is a slight heat coming from your bladder. This is the last warning you get, the red alert, and you have mere seconds to brace yourself. If you're into holding until you burst, this feels like victory - You held up against your bladder's screams to be released, and now you physically cannot hold it any longer - it's time to relax and let it cascade out, through your jeans, your skirt, whatever you might be wearing until you're stood in a golden puddle and surrounded by clouds of steam, feeling absolutely great. If you aren't however, and you just really need to go, this is your body's way of saying 'better luck next time', as it takes over control. As Anna leans against the wall, she feels this slight heat. Next, your body begins to contract your muscles, including the bladder and bowels. Usually only the former actually releases however, though sometimes they both go. Her legs tighten, her fingers ball into fists against her thighs, and her toes dig into the carpet. The contracting stops for half a second, to breathe in, and then SQUEEZE, as the bladder forces a jet out. And Anna's bladder squeezes hard, and a hot gold jet ploughs through her thin cotton panties and into her grey tights, staining the inside of her right leg. And then, the body gives back control for a minute. Anna, having forced a jet out, breathes heavily, tears forming in her eyes from the sheer relief she got from such a spurt. The elevator doors open, but Anna doesn't even notice, as she pants against the wall. She turns to rest on her left arm, facing into the elevator, now noticing it's arrival. She drags one leg forward, then the other...then the door closes. 'Going down' Someone else was in. Anna had no idea. And now Anna was trapped until the elevator came back. Anna's bladder wasn't going to take this, and it forces itself to clench again. This time the jet is longer, lasting a whole second, so powerful it ignores Anna's panties and tights, splattering against the floor. Anna gingerly places her hand onto her crotch, a last act of defence against the inevitable pulse that will result in Anna draining her bladder down her legs and onto the floor. 'Not long now', her bladder reminds her. 'A few more waves and then it's all going out' It doesn't take long for the next wave to hit, but it hits like a truck - powerful and sudden. With no warning Anna's body clenches everything it can, and a fierce spurt of hot piss is launched into Anna's thighs. This wave, not one like before, but two consecutive waves, sees two spurts, lasting two seconds each until they end. Anna stands, hands in crotch, dumbfounded at the power coming from her bladder Anna looks down, seeing her grey tights streaked black on the insides. 'That was your last warning' Her bladder seems to say. 'Get ready, or get wet' And the last wave hits. Anna bends over double, her entire torso aching as everything pushes in her. Hot piss cascades out of her and into her tights, which barely hold back the steaming fluid as it pounds against the fabric. Even while this wave pushes, a second begins, and her torso clenches even tighter, the shrill hiss from Anna's crotch dominates the silent office No more energy left to resist, Anna gives in. Her muscles release her, and she stands upright, tilting her head back and letting her eyes roll back, breathing a sigh of relief like no other. The violent hiss slows down to an agreeable trickle, though still clearly audible. The forceful jet slows down to a steady, firm river, as hot piss soaks into her panties, spreading up as high as the waistline of her ass. Cascading pee splatters against her thighs and the inner fabric of her tights, it travels down and pools at her feet. Anna embraces the raw pleasure she's getting, as the heat spreads around the entirety of her legs. She wriggles her toes, grinning inanely as she hears the squishing they make against the piss-logged carpet. For that moment, there is nothing but Anna and her burst bladder. The gentle hiss and pattering of pee into the carpet are the only sound in the air, and slowly they decline, until only drips fall from he sodden tights, now entirely black with grey patches at the top. Anna sighs deeply, having never felt so good all her life. She breathes in the warm scent of her own pee and smiles Reality slowly returns to Anna, sat on the floor, surrounded by dark wet carpet and fragrant steam. This is where she works. She has to tidy up. At least there's no CCTV in these offices. Anna climbs to her feet, shuddering slightly with relief and arousal. With nothing to stop her, Anna falls back onto the carpet and rubs herself until she climaxes, reaching an intense orgasm. Breathing deeply for the next minute while sat in place, Anna plans her cleaning operation. First, Anna takes off her tights and panties, stuffing them into a plastic bag. She examines her skirt, which is damp at the front, but it could pass off as a spilt drink. No strong smell of pee coming from any of her clothes. She takes her tights and panties into the kitchen and runs them under the tap, then wrings them out and puts them back in the bag. Leaving her shoes at her desk, Anna walks barefoot downstairs into the janitor's office two floors down, enjoying the breeze against her bare feet, legs and ass. Her skirt reaches halfway down her thighs, so she doesn't worry about anyone noticing anything. She brings up a mop and a cleaning bucket with soapy water. Having started wetting at 3.30, Anna manages to have completely tidied any evidence of her actions by 4pm. Anna is almost disappointed that no one will ever know about what she got up to, or how great it felt. Packing her wet tights and panties into her bag, Anna puts her shoes back on and leaves the office, commando under her skirt. 'What a day...'
  10. It was a beautiful night, the sky was filled with stars, the waves were crashing along the shore, and it was nice and warm outside. Amy and Mike were having the night of their lives, watching the waves. It has been a long day running around on a hot summers day so they had been drinking quite the amount of water. Amy was cuddled into Mike's side when she noticed him fidgeting in place. Amy looked at her boyfriend with concern "Hey, are you ok?" she asked. Mike jumped a bit, he had about four large bottles of water before they got here and he needed to pee. "Y..yea I'm ok" he said. He looked over at his girlfriend seeing her legs crossed, and remembered her drinking a ton of water too. He kinda found it hot the way she looked when she had to pee. Amy wasn't buying the false act, and decided to find a way to make him admit it. She looked at the waves, which weren't helping her situation and smiled. "Ya know, I love the way the waves sway back and forth, how warm the ocean was today, just splashing around everywhere, it's nice isnt it?" Mike held his crotch at the thought of that "Baby please I gotta pee, can we head on home?" Amy nodded and an urge hit her and made her feel her own desperation. " Ok, I gotta go too, lets go on home". They hurried and got into his car and began to drive. Amy soon was squirming in her seat, desperately needing to go. Mike was squirming in his own seat as he focused on driving. Amy had her hands between her legs as she squirmed. Mike began to whine and hold himself with one hand "Amy I dont know how long I can hold it, I have to pee so bad". Amy felt bad seeing her boyfriend like this "Come on baby you can hold it, we are almost home". Mike smiled and nodded, they were doing good and could be home soon. or so they thought.... There was a big accident on the freeway that was lead the road to be stopped and slow traffic down. Mike groaned in agony as he held his crotch tightly to prevent himself from leaking. Amy was in the passenger seat, legs crossed, holding herself tightly, looking like she was in pain. Mike couldn't bear to see her hurt. "Amy please, just let go, its ok, I dont wanna see you in pain, just pee, please pee". Hearing himself say that word made his desperation worse. Amy shook her head " I..i can't, I wont sit here and ruin your car, ohhhh god I really have to pee". Mike saw Amy holding herself and he got a bit hard, wow she was pretty when she had to pee. Once traffic started moving they hit a bump which caused him to spurt in his pants. Amy also leaked a lot in her panties and she was on the verge of loosing it. "Oh no Mike im gonna pee my pants, I can't hold it in any longer!" She leaked again and Mike could see it. He found a place to pull over near a forest area, he had a plan. " Get out of the car, I got a plan". He got out of the car but not without holding himself tightly as he shut his door and made his way to the grass and sat down. Amy got out and shut the door, falling to her knees and holding herself. She eventually crawled to Mike and was shocked when he lifted her onto his lap. "Listen ok? On the count of three, we let go and pee, I dont wanna see you in pain or ruin the car, I got towels in the back that we can place on the seats". Amy nodded, squirming around badly " Ok... Please hurry, I cant hold it any more!" Mike nodded " I know.... Ok, ready? 1.........2...." Before he could hit three, he felt a warm bliss on his crotch, it was Amy, she was peeing her panties. "3......" His own desperation came to an end as he began to wet his pants. Pee was spraying out of both of them like a garden hose. Mike moaned softly as relief hit him and he had a beautiful girl peeing on his lap. His smile turned to a frown when he realized Amy wasn't moving, she was shaking, she was crying. He sat up and held her in his arms. "Look at me, Im peeing like a baby in my panties, you must thing im disgusting now". Mike lifted her chin and kissed her. "You are far from disgusting, I wet myself too, we both had to go, I know you couldn't hold it, you had to pee, and you peed, you dont believe me? Can you feel my lap?" Amy blushed when she shifted and could feel his bulge. "Y..you're hard? Because of me wetting?" Mike nodded shyly and held her. Amy smiled and kissed her boyfriend deeply. "Wanna continue this at home?" She asked with a tone that showed she was up to no good. Mike smirked and nodded "You know I do..". He put the towels on the seats, they got back into the car and drove home and had a long playful night.
  11. Hi everyone :) This is my first interactive story, so please bear with me. The story does not have a main plot to begin with...It will start with a 21-year old girl waking up in the morning and leading a normal life. Where it goes from there is your decision. I will try and make it as interactive as possible. This story will mainly involve desperation and the occasional wetting. Some sexuality may be involved in the future. Scat and diapers are no-no's. So, I will let you guys choose the girl's name and description: ---------------------- Name: a) Amy b) Becky c) Olivia Description: a) Asian, short and pretty with dark hair. b) Blonde, tall and slim. c) Latin, average height , tanned-skin with wavy brown hair
  12. I am just wondering if anyone have any more videos from Desperate Jayne? http://clips4sale.com/welcome-to-desperate-jayne clips4sale.comRITP - Broadband.m4v
  13. Alisha wets her bed after Ryann places her hand in a bowl of warm water in this cute and silly video. Watch Ryann Rain play the old hand-in-warm-water prank on Alisha Adams in this video. If you aren’t familiar with this old slumber party prank, here is how it works. Once someone is settled into bed, resting comfortably, someone else carefully places their hand into a bowl of warm water. The sensation of the warm, wet water, tricks the brain into letting go, causing the subject to pee without realizing it. The prank doesn’t work on everyone. Anecdotal evidence suggests that it works better on those who pee freely while they are swimming. Even when it does work, the effect isn’t always immediate; sometimes you have to wait a while. In this video, Ryann attempts to play this clasic prank on Alisha. As Alisha lays peacefully on her bed, wearing only panties and a teal t-shirt, Ryann creeps into her room. Carefully lifting Alisha’s hand, she gently places it into the bowl of warm water, then steps back to watch what happens. After a few moments, it works. Alisha begins to pee in her panties, soaking the bed. As she pees the camera moves in for a closer look. The dark wet patch is clearly visible on her gray cotton panties. Once she is done peeing, Ryann carefully removes the water dish, then wakes Alisha. As soon as Alisha sits up in bed she knows something is wrong. Finding a puddle on the bed, and her panties soaked, Alisha believes that she had an accident again. She has no clue that Ryann had played a prank on her.
  14. female

    Nicole and Melissa were roommates, friends, and college activists. Today, they were at the tail end of a protest around climate change. Neither were paying that much attention to the march at the moment, though. Melissa turned to Nicole. "I really have to pee." Nicole said, "Me too. We've been marching for hours. I don't know where we are in the city." Melissa looked around, but they were now in a residential neighborhood - no public bathrooms. "Alright, keep a lookout - if we see a spot let's dip out." They marched on for a few minutes, but Melissa stopped short and grabbed at her crotch. A couple protestors around them looked at her strangely, but they were busy marching and walked by. Nicole stopped and turned to her, concerned. "You okay?" "I just... I just leaked a little." Melissa pulled her hand out and looked down, but saw nothing on her dark blue jean shorts. Her red panties, on the other hand, definitely felt wet. Melissa said, "I think I'm good. We close to any bathroom?" Nicole pulled out Google Maps. "It says there's a coffeeshop a couple blocks to the right - let's dip out now and check that out." Melissa didn't need any more excuse to leave. Nicole, actually, felt like she had leaked too - her black underwear under her light blue jeans felt a little wet, but she wasn't going to admit that out loud. Just a couple of blocks! Making it harder, though, was a desperate, desperate need to poop. She hadn't gone in a couple days, and her butt cheeks were clearly clenched, clad in her jeans. She glanced at Melissa and thought she saw her clench and unclench her butt as well. Maybe she wasn't alone in her desperation. They walked in silence, Melissa grabbing her crotch a couple times along the way. Nicole wanted to, but she wanted to keep some air of dignity to her. She did risk a couple of silent farts, hoping to relieve the pressure. Less than a block away, though, and a fart backfired; she felt the head of a turd rush out. She quickly clenched, but it was already out and definitely touching cotton. Her anus held it in place, but couldn't close in. Now she was walking while turtleheading! She felt her face go bright red, but she knew no one could see. If she could just make it to the bathroom a real disaster could be avoided. They were then in the parking lot of the coffeeshop before disaster struck for Melissa. She put her hand in her crotch again, crossed her legs, and bent over. From behind, though, Nicole could see rivulets fall down her legs for a couple seconds. Additionally, she heard a wet-sounding fart and could have sworn the back of her shorts pushed out a little, but she couldn't see anything for certain. Melissa stood back up and turned to Nicole. "Oh my god, I just leaked hardcore and I'm totally about to shit myself." Nicole looked down and saw a wet spot at Melissa's crotch about the size of an orange, from her crotch down to her short shorts' end at her upper thighs. She could also see a couple beads of urine glistening on her legs. "Let's walk in quick and head straight to wherever the bathrooms are before anyone notices. That'll dry in this sun in no time once we're back out." They hurriedly walked in, Nicole letting a small leak out as she opened the door, but confident there wasn't visible damage on her jeans. They quickly saw the bathroom on the far end of the coffeeshop and walked up to it, but a barista stopped them. "Ladies, bathrooms are for customers only." Melissa groaned, but Nicole knew there was no point to argue. She said, "Melissa, get to the bathroom, I'll buy a coffee." Melissa nodded and got to the door. The door was locked, though! Someone was in there. She inwardly groaned again. She did not have time for this! She had already felt a nugget of poop nestled in her panties and her shorts were already soaked. Anything more and everyone would notice! Even as she thought this, a couple of spurts of piss came out, immediately drenching her shorts and running down her left leg. Nicole stood in line, trying her best not to fidget and appear desperate. She was paranoid her poop could be smelled, but she didn't smell anything yet. As it became her turn to order, however, she felt her bowels start to move again. Clenching her butt could only provide some solace - her already open anus let a small chunk through before splitting it and closing off. She felt the small chunk pushing her panties out and just hoped her jeans didn't let that show. Focusing on that, however, led to her peeing for a couple of seconds. This definitely bypassed her black panties and created a spot on her jeans the size of a dollar. The cashier got her attention. "Mam? MAM? What would you like to order?" Trying to act normal, Nicole said, "Just a small coffee, please." She paid with no more incidents, but didn't even wait for the coffee before heading to the line. She saw Melissa there, her shorts now visibly wet from behind. "What's wrong?" "Someone's in there, it's locked..." Nicole leaned against the wall, her butt facing it. She tried to act calm. Melissa, on the other hand, was not calm. She was openly holding herself (her hands wet with her own piss!) and crossing her legs, bouncing around. Melissa let out a few more spurts - she was losing count! - but panicked most at her poop slipping past her clenched cheeks. She felt a a small turd curl up in her panties, pushing them back, before a larger one pushed out. This one she held in place, but she could feel the damage. She didn't want to feel it, though, and confirm to Nicole what happened. Nicole saw the bulge, though. It wasn't obvious and the skin-tight jean shorts tried to stay in place, but you could tell there was a golf-ball sized lump. She just hoped her poop wasn't as visible. She also spurted a couple more times, leading to piss in her inner thighs down a couple inches. Nothing noticeable when her legs were closed, fortunately. The door finally opened and the occupant walked out, glancing curiously at Melissa's fidgeting. Nicole and Melissa both ran in and locked the door behind them. The inside was a single toilet. They looked at each other. Melissa said, "Who should go first? I'm already messing myself." Nicole replied, trying not to feel selfish, "Let me pee, it'll be quick, then you can poop as long as it takes." Melissa wasn't happy with it, but it made sense. Nicole pulled down her damp jeans and panties in one swoop while sitting down, dropping the small turd in her panties into the bowl quickly so Melissa wouldn't notice. She peed for a minute, clenching her cheeks so she wouldn't poop, too. No way she could admit she had to poop just as bad! It just wasn't lady-like. The minute of peeing, however, was doom fore Melissa. Melissa felt a small trickle start in sympathy with Nicole's peeing and couldn't stop it. It spread along her shorts, wetting her leg bands before trickling down her legs. It increased in momentum until it was gushing out of her. She just resigned to standing with her feet apart and seeing it fall out of her leg bands, trying to make sure it didn't run down into her shoes too much. Nicole saw what was happening but couldn't do anything about it. They finished about the same time, with Nicole pulling up her pants and apologizing. Melissa didn't have time to reply, though, and fidgeted with her shorts' button while facing the toilet. She felt her poop start to move again but got her shorts down just as that happened. Her panties didn't come down, though, and Nicole saw her clementine-sized bulge grow until it was the size of an orange. Melissa quickly turned around and pulled her panties down and continued to poop into the toilet. It was Nicole's turn to be tortured by the sounds of relief, and her tired anus couldn't hold anything back. As Melissa finished pooping and dumped her panties' contents into the toilet, a turd snaked out of Nicole's butt and pushed out her panties, a bulge growing in the back of her pants. Nicole could hear the crackling, but Melissa was distracted by her own mess. Nicole spoke up, trying not to sound like she was pushing shit out at the same time. "Hey, Melissa? Could we clean up when we get back? I really have to poop, too." Melissa looked at her, shocked. "You want me to pull up my panties? In this condition?" Nicole tried to make a joke. "There isn't enough toilet paper for you to clean that up." Melissa laughed and said, "You're not wrong." She lifted her caked panties to her butt, grimacing as she pulled her shorts over that. They were soaked, but there wasn't much to soak and there was no sign of poop, aside for a slight aroma. She quickly wiped down her legs and said, "All yours" as she exited. Nicole by then had finished pooping and locked the door. She felt the back bulge and saw it clearly in the mirror, larger than an orange. She pulled down her jeans and panties for the second time and dumped it out. She, too, couldn't be bothered to start the work of cleaning, and just resigned herself to pulling her pants back up, flushing, and leaving the bathroom. When she met up with Melissa, Melissa sternly said, "Let's never mention this to anyone." Nicole forced a smile. "Well, it's not like I came out in the clear either." "You just peed a little. We all do that sometimes. I shit myself." Nicole lied through her teeth. "Yeah, that seems embarrassing. Let's find our way home ASAP and get out of these clothes." "You're telling me. This is gonna chafe. I can feel chunks stuck to my ass." Nicole pretended she wasn't feeling the same thing. "TMI..."
  15. The Continence Mandate: Court of Urinary Affairs Prologue: Caught The uniformed man glanced down on the tablet computer strapped to his arm, then back at piece of plastic he was holding. He frowned. Then he shone the beam of his flashlight onto the pair of skinny legs Alexa was currently trying to knot into a pretzel. “Ma'am, for the last time, you are in a public place. For the love of god, at least try not to violate all behavioral regulations in front of me at the same time.” She immediately snapped out of it, unknotted her thighs and almost managed to stand up straight. Almost. She could neither stop her feet from tapping, her knees from bouncing against each other, not her face from showing her utter desperation. “Please Officer, it's not easy, you must understand that I...” “Miss Tsirpidis, the only thing I must understand is the law, and the fact that you are violating it. This Bathroom Pass is void.” He waved around the card in front of her face. “But, that must be a mistake, I mean, I...”, she stuttered. “Do you know why it is void? Because the Urination Permit it refers to was revoked today. Apparently because you failed to qualify for even a Class III. A mistake indeed. Kids like you make me sick. You're a self-centered brat with utter disrespect for the law, and for common decency!” Alexa's eyes brimmed with tears. “Oh, great. You're almost 20 years old. Stop crying and... uncross your legs, I said! You now what, never mind. You are under arrest for a violation of section P of the Public Order Act.” The Holding Cell The Court of Urinary Affairs was a long narrow structure, constructed from red brick at some time in the late 19th century. From the outside it looked like any other administrative building. When the patrol car pulled into the parking lot, the officer had warned Alexa for the third time to keep her knees apart, lest he was forced to put her into a spreader bar. There was no other traffic at the moment, so he pulled in directly in front of the main entrance, exited the vehicle, and somewhat roughly pulled her from the back seat. Alexa even managed to walk upright, almost proper. A tall black woman in the gray uniform of a bailiff awaited the unequal couple between the security doors. “Evening James. What do we have here?” “Evening Martha. Another fruit for you. Half a dozen of infringements, starting with loss of composure and getting worse from there. Tsirpidis, Alexa. The file should be transferred by now.” The woman looked down at her terminal. “Ah yes... there we go. Judge Wegsteiger has the night shift and can see her right away. Okay James, wanna grab a coffee before you get back on the road?” “Nah, thanks, I've got to get back to work. The chief has it in for me anyway. See you.” He patted Alexa on the butt to bid her farewell. “Suit yourself. You know where to find the break room when you wanna stop by and... young lady, will you stop fidgeting!” Alexa almost started to cry again. “Please, ma'am, I must... I mean, I have to...” “Piss! Just say it. You won't! Oh dear Lord, bratty girls and their unruly bullshit. Try to behave like a woman, for once. Look at this, feel it!” She grabbed Alexa's still cuffed hands and guided them to her waistband, where a round, rock-hard balloon was bulging over her tight pistol belt. Alexa's eyes got wide. Totally absorbed in her own predicament, she had failed to notice the massive bulge the other woman was carrying. “I have a Class I Permit. I am allowed to void before and after my shift. Guess what, I don't. Because I'm not some sort of antisocial scum like you. I arrive with a night's worth of urine inside me, and while my colleagues go for a quick piss, I change, brew some coffee and get to work. And eight hours later, when all the weaklings pile into the bathroom to finally feel comfortable again, I'm having a nice relaxing shower. After that I take all my liquid back home with me, like a responsible citizen should. Let me guess: You expected lenience from me because I'm a woman? That's not going to happen.” The console beeped. “Oh, it seems the court will see you know.” The hall was short and covered entirely in white tiles. It opened into the courtroom, which, despite of all the wood furnishings and the flag on the wall, looked nothing like those on TV. Martha let Alexa into the defendant's stand and fixed her handcuffs to a short length of chain. Then she took a step back, leaving the desperate girl standing there. There was no “all rise”, no one announced the honorable so-and-so. Judge Wegsteiger was already seated behind the bench, looking up from the file he had been studying, mustering Alexa. “Please give me your full name and citizen's ID number for the record.” “A... Alexa Tsirpidis, F-98-12-54-79-B, your honor. Sir, may I...” “You may not. Stand up straight and stop fidgeting. Prosecutor, please.” The small man to the judge's right read from his tablet. “The defendant is charged with attempted illegal voiding in violation of the... your honor, is the defendant crossing her legs?” “Miss Tsirpidis,” the judge growled. “This is a courtroom. And it is the second violation of the behavioral regulations within the single minute you have stood before this court. There will not be a third.” “I'm sorry your honor. I... I demand an attorney.” Wegsteiger shook his head. “You watch too much TV. This is a proceeding of urinary matters, not of criminal justice. Formal restrictions don't apply. Your request for legal counsel is denied. Prosecutor, proceed.” “I will proceed when the defendant refrains from pressing her thighs together.” The judge hit the bench with the flat of his hand. The sudden noise almost scared the piss out of Alexa. “This does it! Disciplinary action will be taken against the defendant. This hearing is adjourned. Bailiff, take her to the Holding Cell for the night!” Alexa sobbed silently as the uniformed woman dragged her away. The Holding Cell was the penultimate measure in urinary discipline, only flat-out unlimited retention could be considered worse. Martha and another female bailiff had dragged Alexa into the processing room where, under much pee-dancing and fidgeting, she was forced to strip out of her own clothing and squeeze into a prison jumpsuit at least two sizes too small. The cell itself was right through a big, soundproof door to the right. The small room was remarkably cold, the blank metal of the bench even more so. “The court has send detailed orders regarding the disciplinary action to be taken against you.” Martha proclaimed. “You are getting the full program. Forfeiture, a disciplinary liter, and the bench.” “Please!,” Alexa protested, “I cannot take a full liter. And not without...” “Oh yes you can.” interrupted the unknown bailiff. She handed her a full-sized ration bottle. “Drink up!” Still sobbing, Alexa began to take sips from the bottle, turning them into big swigs after the tall guard started to look annoyed. The bottle was empty within a minute. “See, that wasn't so difficult. Get on the bench!” Alexa sniffed and lay down on the bench, her back flat against the cold steel, her legs up at a right angle, resting in the stirrups. The bailiffs were professionals. It took them less than a minute to have Alexa securely strapped in. Her hands to the side of her head, her feet fixed in the stirrups, her knees a foot apart, the moisture sensor snug between her legs, the pressure strap tight across her bladder. The last thing they did was shove the drinking tube into the corner of her mouth and securing it with medical tape. “There you go, honey. See you at breakfast time. And if you leak a single drop, may god have mercy on your soul. Good night.” The door slammed shut, and Alexa found herself alone in a cold, dark room, with only the faint glow of the little red LED on the security camera for company. The entire universe seemed to shrink, contract into a liquid-filled space, her bladder, an homogenous cosmos of urine, with the only discernable feature being a sharp, bright point of pain that was her quivering, overworked sphincter, desperately fighting the pressure, holding back liters and liters of boiling hot piss. Minutes drew into hours, hours into days, as the position of her legs increased the blood flow in her kidneys. It was going to be a long night. The Court of Urinary Affairs Alexa must have drifted into an uneasy sleep at some point anyway, because she was awakened suddenly by blinding light. She found herself disoriented for a few seconds, before the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen made it obvious where she was. In a twinge of panic, she tried to focus on the feeling of the skin around her private parts and upper thighs. Was there any hint of wetness? No, she was dry. Miserable and in a dire situation, yes, but dry nonetheless. A certain amount of pride mixed into her fear. Her eyes had adjusted to the brightness. Into her view came a tight pistol belt, slung around a wide pair of hips, squeezing a bulging bladder within an inch of its live. That bitch Martha, evidently. “Rise and shine, sweetheart, it's almost 8. We've got a change of plans. The court wants to see you now, before breakfast.” “You are still on duty? Just how long are your shifts here?” “I'm covering for a colleague. Nicole got the flu, I've taken her shift.” The uniformed woman ran her hands over the crotch area of Alexa's overall, nodded, then reached to remove the tube and unlock the restraints. “Haven't let out a drop, I see. Which means I've just lost 20 Credits. I could have sworn you wouldn't make it. Now get up!” Alexa clenched all her muscles in her lower body and slowly got out of the horrible construction, staggering to her legs. She found it do be easier than anticipated. In fact after the forced position of the bench, she almost felt relief. Her bladder didn't seem to feel that much worse than it did the night before. Clearly, it should have, with well over a liter of additional fluid in her system, and her kidneys pumping along for eight more hours. Maybe there was a saturation point, a limit after which you just cannot feel more desperate, despite the situation being objectively worse. The feeling of relief didn't last long. When the bailiff grabbed the detainee by the upper arm and let her out of the door, every step caused her urethral opening to sting intensely. Every time her heels hit the ground, it felt like punch in the belly. Yet, she managed to somewhat follow along on wobbly legs, like a giraffe on a unicycle. The walked more than she was dragged, which she counted as a win. On their way to the courtroom, Martha stopped at a counter under a sign that read “Processing and Storage”. A short gray-haired woman peeled her eyes from her monitor and looked inquiringly at the squirming girl in front of her. “Name?” “Alexa Tsirpidis, Ma'am.” “Ah yes, you're the one from yesterday evening. I've got your stuff right here. You'll have to sign it over to us for storage. Let's see... form 234... here we go. ” Personal Property: - 1 softshell jacket, black - 1 tank top, white - 1 pair of jeans, black - 1 leather belt, black - 1 pair of sneakers, black - 1 leather wallet, containing + 1 international driver's license, number on file + 1 credit card, VISA, number on file + 1 debit card, Centerville Credit Union, number on file + 1 student ID card, Centerville University, number on file + 1 bathroom pass, void, number on file (submitted as evidence in pending trial) + Cr 35 in banknotes + Cr 0.55 in coins - 1 smartphone, Samsung, incl. battery, SIM and memory cards, IMEI and SIM number on file - 1 wristwatch, mechanical - 1 key ring, holding 2 keys, 1 small flashlight, 1 small Swiss army knife - 1 cigarette lighter - 1 ballpoint pen "Ummm...." she glanced into the empty bag. "They seem to have misplaced your underwear at check-in." "No, they didn't. I never wear any," Alexa admitted sheepishly. The older woman raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so? Good for you. That will make it easier to adjust to the prison uniform." “You talk as if I've already been found guilty. What is this, some kind of Kangaroo Court?” As soon as she had uttered them, Alexa regretted these words. The bailiffs grip tightened around her arm. “Listen there, sweetheart. I'd be very careful with words like these around the honorable Anna Espinoza, who, I can assure you, is a perfectly human woman, not a marsupial. She's the one to decide your fate, so maybe you should try to control your tongue. Unless you enjoy being filled up beyond the bursting point. In that case, keep talking! Just a little tip from my side, I've worked with some of these judges for over a decade.” “This judge Espinoza...” - “The honorable Espinoza!” - “Fine, the honorable Espinoza, is she known to be, you know, tough?” - “Very tough but mostly fair. Form your own opinion, you'll get to meet her in about half a minute.” Every step on the walk down the hallway proofed to be somewhat less painful than the one before. Alexa wondered if a bloated bladder could adjust to the pressure, if muscles could get used to being tensed to their absolute maximum, or if her lower section was just getting numb. It indeed took less than thirty seconds for Alexa to find herself in the same wooden stand, handcuffed to the same length of chain as the night before. Two things had changed, though. The judge behind the bench was a tiny Hispanic woman with a stern look on her face, and Alexa's posture was a lot more controlled, aided by her newly found pride, and the fact that her bladder seemed to have stabilized. She was standing almost upright, her back only arched forward slightly, her thighs kept a few centimeters apart and only lightly trembling. Judge Espinoza looked her over, then started right into the proceeding, without losing any time on an introduction or formalities. It again showed that the court was a relatively young institution, without the burden of a century old legal tradition. “The Court of Urinary Affairs is in Session. The Government v. Tsirpidis, second hearing after an aborted attempt. Are you Alexa Tsirpidis, citizien's ID number F-98-12-54-79-B?” - “Yes, I am.” “Very well. Prosecutor, the charges please.” Alexa couldn't tell if the little man that read the charges what the same she encountered the night before. Probably. How many small, bald prosecutors could one court have? “The defendant is charged with: attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with, disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior under section P of the Public Order Act, contempt of court through disruptive and highly inappropriate behavior, obstruction of justice through behavior that warranted disciplinary action and thus delayed court proceedings.” The judge nodded. “I see. Evidence to support the governments claims has been submitted and will be shown later. How does the defendant plead?” “Not guilty, on account of extraordinary circumstances, ma'am.” “Is that so? We will see about that. Prosecutor?” “The facts of the case are the following: Yesterday, on the 3rd of April, at 21:52, Centerville Police Department dispatch was alerted via phone to an overt display of public indecency aboard Bus 4 of Line 17 between University East and Central Station. Multiple passengers reported a female of continent age, described as 'tall, slender, dark-haired, Caucasian or Hispanic, around 20 years old', openly showing signs of urinary distress and using inappropriate means to control her need. When officers boarded the vehicle at General Hospital bus stop, the suspect had already left. The following video file was taken by the bus security camera and has been retrieved from the NorthEast Public Transport Board under the Public Order Act. It has been submitted as evidence piece number one.” The large screen on the wall lit up, showing the crystal clear image of a modern 3D surveillance camera. Sitting on a bus seat, it showed what was clearly Alexa, identifiable by at least a dozen features, from shoes over body shape all the way to the black stud in her left earlobe. Screen Alexa was obviously in dire need of a bathroom. She bounced her legs, crossed her thighs, almost curled together into a ball. Then she straightened out again, her hands flew to her crotch, and her fingers very clearly dug into the area between her legs, searching for her urethral opening. People on the bus watched her predicament in awe, in disgust, and some of them, especially the men, with obvious sexual interest. The scene didn't last long. After just a minute or so, the nasty girl carefully got out of her seat, and one hand still firmly placed between her legs, left the bus at the next stop. Present Alexa envied past Alexa. The remembered how good it had felt. What she would give to be allowed to use her hands now. Dig a whole fist into the crease between her legs, let her fingers find her vibrating pee hole, press them on there with all her might. Relax her sphincter for the first time in aeons, let her thumb take the job of holding back the pulsating flood swelling in her lower abdomen. Seal it all in with her fingertips. Just for a minute or two. If only she could... “The two officers sent out to investigate the report, split up. Statements from witnesses were conflicting, due to the shock passengers on the bus had suffered from having to watch such a disgusting display. But it was clear that the suspect could only have exited at one of two stations, Howard Shopping Center, or the Catholic Cemetery. At 22:20, Officer James Strong finally apprehended a young woman who matched the description, on the shopping center parking lot. He first temporarily detained, then arrested her, after she completely failed to keep her composure in from of him. The facts that she squatted in the bushes, in the shadow of a parked truck, and that her belt buckle was open at the time, strongly suggest an illegal voiding attempt that was interrupted before relief could be achieved. The card readers of the nearby public female and male lavatories clearly show that an attempt was made to unlock the doors at 22:15 and 22:17, respectively, using the defendant's bathroom pass. The card reader log files as well as Officer Strong's statement have been admitted as evidence, pieces two, three and four. The defendant's expired bathroom pass has been admitted as piece 5. After her arrest, the defendant was brought in front of this very court, where she...” Judge Espinoza interrupted the prosecutor's stream of words. “That's enough. We don't need to hear what happened in this room yesterday evening. We all know. Disciplinary measures have been taken to adjust the defendant's attitude towards the court. That's all fine. Something else is bothering me. Does the defendant deny that the person on the video is indeed her?” “No, I don't deny that.” “Do you deny that you attempted to access the lavatory facilities outside of your schedule?” “No, I did that, too.” “And did you try to relieve yourself in the parking lot after that? “Yes.” “Than you will have to explain to me what these 'extraordinary circumstances' are, that you claim. Is there anything mitigating at all?” “Yes. At the time of the incident, I had not urinated for over sixteen hours. And my bathroom pass was invalid due to a clerical error.” 'It's over 24 hours now, and still not a drop!' - a voice in her head screamed. And admittedly, her pussy became a tiny bit moist at the thought. Her bladder pulsated with every heartbeat now. “A clerical error? You will have to be more specific than that. The Continence Board generally doesn't make any licensing mistakes.” “It wasn't the Continence Board, ma'am. It was the university. You see, it's final exams week. I left home at about 8:00. Yesterday had two two-hour exams. Inorganic chemistry at 10, and RF technology at 16:00. The time in between was too short to go home, so I just hung around after the first exam, until it was time for the second. I'm an engineering major and really need all the points I can get, so I took extra credit with both.” “How much extra credit would that be?” “A full liter for each, your honor. Unnecessary to say, when the RF technology exam came to a close, I was already quite full. When I handed in the exam, the professor accused me of cheating!” Espinoza narrowed her eyes. “Did you cheat?” “I didn't. I was accused of using an intraaural implant to receive hints on the test I was taking. That is a massive miss-interpretation! I was born almost deaf on my right ear, and I've had an inner-ear neurostimulator since I was two years old. It's on the official implant register and everything. Yes, it does have a communication interface, but that particular function was switched off during the test. The professor would have none of it. He told me all, sensory implants and cybernetic devices have to be registered with the university beforehand, specifically to avoid cheating. Since it was such a severe infraction of the study and examination regulations, he could only give me two options: Fail the test and retake the class next year, or have the test accepted and instead have the case examined by the university disciplinary committee, on the risk of facing more severe punishment for academic misconduct. I cannot afford tuition for two more semesters, so naturally I picked the second option. He opened a case against me with the committee right there, from his laptop. Of course, that also means that my Urination Permit was suspended immediately, to build up pressure and ensure I cooperate with the committee's investigation.” “So far that is standard procedure. The university is a semi-autonomous body and has the right to revoke a student's pee privilege to uphold discipline. What makes your case special?” “I'm getting there in just a moment. I immediately contested the professors claim, using the Student Campus app on my phone. But it somehow didn't register. I walked all the way from the natural science building over to administration. There I realized my mistake. Of course, the disciplinary committee is admin staff. They only work until six, a minute or two after my professor submitted the case. I was somewhat annoyed at this point, and somewhat bursting. I was still curious. Since I never had a suspended permit, I swiped my bathroom pass at the library bathroom, to see what would happen. Well, nothing really happened, it read “VOID – NO ENTRY. I didn't really think about the fact that it should have said SUSPENDED instead.” “Oh, I think I see where this is going. Please continue.” “I took the bus home, still in complete control. At my apartment I took a shower, threw on my PJs, and then I tried to empty my bladder. My toilet wouldn't take my card. The reader said PASS VOID – PERMIT EXPIRED. The realization took a moment to sink in. Apparently something somewhere went horribly wrong. Probably just a data entry error with dire consequences. My permit wasn't just suspended, it was revoked. I wasn't just locked out from university toilets, I was locked out from all toilets. I started to panic at this point, and had to slap myself in the face a few times to get my brain going again. I tried to get university admin on the phone. The committee, the dean, student services, IT, anyone. Of course, no luck. Then I called the Continence Board. I figured that as an actual government agency, they could overrule the university at any time. And besides, the uni does not have the right to revoke permits anyway, only suspend them. I only reached answering machines and mailboxes. So I put on some clothes, and me and my rapidly expanding bladder hopped on the bus again, to city hall, to speak to someone who can make a decision directly. An important authority like that has to have a 24/7 emergency service, right? Well, it doesn't. The Continence Board closes at six, and apparently doesn't open again until Monday morning. I knew it was impossible to hold it in all weekend. So in a last, desperate attempt to get access to a toilet, I went back to campus. I knew that particular professor likes to work in the lab late at night, when there a no students around to bother him. So I found him at his workbench, explained the situation to him, and asked, no, begged him to withdraw the case, and re-submit it on Monday. My hope was that maybe, whatever computer program mistakenly revoked my permit, would automatically reinstate it when the case was closed. I even made him touch my rock-hard bladder to demonstrate just how bad it was. He didn't show any mercy. Told me that was goes around comes around, all cheaters get what's coming to them, it was just punishment that I had to suffer, yadda-yadda. I swear, the dirty old fart got an erection when he realized what a piss-filled hot mess I was!” “Miss Tsirpidis. You are on trial here. This is not the place to slander a reputable member of society!” “My apologies. I withdraw the last comment. I don't know what stimulates old men sexually, and I don't want to know. Anyway, I was on the end of my tether. I decided to go home and pee anyhow, in a kitchen container if necessary. I know this would have been a violation, but at this point I figured I had no other choice. I got on the bus back to my place, and almost lost it. The results you saw on the video. I realized that I was not going to make it all the way home, so I got off the bus, being very careful not to start leaking. I tried the public bathrooms in the mall parking lot, but of course they wouldn't open, either. So I hobbled into the shadows, and prepared to finally release the ocean inside of me. That's when the police found me. You know the rest.” Espinoza slowly shock her head from side to side. “Quite a story. I'm going to take you for your word here. I believe you, especially since most of the events will be easy to check.” She studied her well-manicured fingernails for a few seconds. “I still cannot see any mitigating circumstances.” Alexa couldn't believe her ears. “What? But it was clearly an error! I should not have been stripped of my pee breaks!” “Yes, a clerical error indeed. I will have the Continence Board look into that. Maybe it's just an IT issue. Whatever the case may be, you still attempted to void without permission. You violated just about any provision of the Female Urination Act. In addition to that, there's your inappropriate behavior in public.” “I have the right to...” “No”, Espinoza interrupted. “Urination isn't a right, it's a privilege.” “Fine. I have been afforded the privilege of a Class II Urination Permit. Sixteen hours is longer than I can be reasonably expected to...” “Sixteen hours should hardly be a challenge for a healthy young lady. Your lack of self-control is a disgrace. Maybe you should have focused on reaching an acceptable level of continence, instead of partying. If you cannot last for such a short period of time, your physical fitness is not up to par.” “Well, I run. I go to both a Pilates and a yoga class. I do a lot of Kegels. My muscles down there are not weak, but there's only so much pressure they can bear.” “You say that like the fact that you cannot hold it in is a reason to let it out. You are using nature as an excuse for your own personal weakness.” “Everyone has to pee sooner or later! No one can hold it forever!” The Judge sighed. “Irrelevant. You are completely missing the point of the continence mandate as the foundation of our stable society. Reaching the physical limit is no excuse. A natural need does not constitute a right. The law is quite clear on that. Just because you have to urinate, doesn't mean you are allowed to.” Alexa pressed her lips together. Not only one pair of lips. “Good. Do you have anything else to say, or can we end this now? Nothing?” “In the name of Continence: The defendant is found guilty of attempted illegal voiding in violation of the continence mandate of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with loss of composure in violation of the Female Urination and Licensing Act, in conjunction with disorderly conduct, including public indecency and obscene behavior, under section P of the Public Order Act. The defendant is found not guilty of attempted circumvention of loss of privileges under the Female Urination and Licensing Act, as the loss of privileges has to be considered null and void. Charges of contempt of court and obstruction of justice are waived, as disciplinary action against the defendant has already been taken.” Espinoza cleared her throat. Alexa bent almost double, but the chain on her handcuffs stopped her fingers from reaching her crotch. So close, yet so far away. “The defendant's will be re-classified. Due to the severity of her crime, she will not -as usual for first-time offenders- be put into Urination Permit Class IV. Rather, she will be re-classified into Class V until further notice. To reflect the especially heinous nature of her act, her mandatory fluid intake shall be permanently increased in volume by ten percent. Aside from these purely administrative decisions, the defendant is sentenced to six months of re-conditioning in the Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility, which shall begin with four days of retention. This sentence will be suspended. If the defendant can show that she is able to fulfill the conditions of a Class V Permit already, she will be released on probation. For that purpose, she must show that she is able to resist urination for a time period of 48 hours from the time of her last voiding at 8:00 on the 3rd of April, while maintaining the prescribed fluid intake and proper composure. If she can not demonstrate that ability, the sentence shall be carried out immediately. This concludes these proceedings. Bailiff!” Alexa groaned. Another full day! That was impossible! Or was it? After all, while she was absolutely miserable and felt like she couldn't last another second, that wasn't subjectively any worse than the night before. Maybe she could just play along and embrace it for another hour. And another. And yet one hour more. One step at a time. Until she was finally allowed to follow nature's call. Like a marathon runner approaches every single one of the 42 kilometers between start and finish. Her legs certainly felt like she had run a marathon or two... The bailiff detached her cuffs from the chain and grabbed her upper arm again. Once more, she was dragged down the hallway. 'I only know her as Martha.' Alexa realized. 'Would she tell me if I asked for her full name?' “You got of easy there, Missy!” Martha announced, while they walked (Alexa's walk was more of a stumble) past the holding cell and into the actual detention tract. “Espinoza is usually not so lenient. The terms of your probation are particularly lax. 48 hours, really? You might just make it. And please don't tell me it's impossible, I'm going on 50 already.” She rubbed her massive bulge with her free hand. This number didn't surprise Alexa at all. On Probation Alexa didn't find herself let to a detention cell. The room opened up into a small mess hall. A handful of women in prison clothing were sitting around the only two tables. A male guard watched over them, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. One could not fail to notice that all of the women were visible uncomfortable. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. She was directed towards one of the tables and sat down on the cold metal bench. In horror she noticed the art installation on the wall. A small artificial waterfall, burbling and splattering. What a sadistic feature! Purely intentional, no doubt! The table's only other occupant was a pale, red-headed woman in her thirties, seated directly opposite Alexa. She raised her eyes from her meal. “Hi, I'm Karen.” - “Alexa. I would say 'nice to meet you', but to be honest...” “Hey! You two on table one, finish your breakfast and have your little chat when you're back in the cell! No talking in the mess hall!” Alexa looked down on the arrangement prepared for her on a plastic tray. Two medium sized ration bottles of water, plus a little more in a cup. 'Increased in volume by ten percent', she thought grumpily. Then there war a standard carton of generic NuSo. She picked it up to read the label. 'Nutritional Solution, medium-caloric, slightly diuretic, multi-fruit, with banana and strawberry note'. She turned around. “Do I really have to...” - “Yes, all of it. Quit stalling and get done with your breakfast.” She poked the straw into her carton. Surprisingly enough, the cheap NuSo didn't taste half bad. It brought back memories of cafeteria food in public schools. The government label suggested it was the same stuff they fed to people on welfare and food stamps. The fruit flavors seemed decent enough. Of course, Alexa didn't know what real bananas or strawberries tasted like. When she was eight or nine, he had nibbled on a slice of bread her brother had left over after dinner. Like every little girl, she had been told a million times not to do that, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. That's just like kids are. As it was to be expected, she had gotten horribly sick within an hour, had to have her stomach pumped at the hospital. Great Aunt Ismene had told her that back in the day, she had quite enjoyed solid food. Alexa knew enough history to be aware that just two generations ago, women had eaten the same things men did. Biologically, that made sense, but she could just not imagine what it must have been like. Having to chew food, giving it that gross mushy texture you saw every time a male talked with his mouth full? Producing solid waste, just to have another bodily function to take care of (and a pretty disgusting one at that)? How weird. Not to speak of the obesity epidemic that was an almost entirely male problem. No, women were a lot better off than men these days, she was sure about that. “Young lady, it's good to see you enjoying your food, but get started on your drink now. Some of us have a job to do and places to be!” Alexa had hoped to be able to put off drinking more water for just a few minutes, but the guard was insistent. Like she needed any more fluid in her. Deciding that she might as well just get done with it, she threw back her head as if she was taking a shot and emptied the cup in one big gulp. Then she opened the bottles and started chugging. Only a minute later two other guards appeared, beginning to lead the women into their cells. Alexa was paired up with Karen. When she got up from the bench, Alexa had to clench her muscles with everything she had. Just how much longer could she keep this up? This time, no one grabbed and dragged her, and she managed to follow along stiffly. She felt the cold liquid sloshing around in her stomach and wondered where else in her body it would find a place to go. The cell tract was located just off the mess hall and pretty small. Four rather roomy double cells, each with a door made from iron bars. It looked a bit like in that one movie with the one guy from... whatchamacallhim... that movie with the thingything... prison. The one she saw at the Cinedrom with her sister last year. Her brain didn't seem to work properly anymore. After the cell door slammed shut behind them, Karen very carefully sat down on the right hand cot and proceeded to shove her whole hand between her legs. Alexa followed her example, and after her index finger had found her pee hole, she allowed her muscles to loosen up a tiny bit. The relief was almost too much to bear, orgasmic in nature, just like what she had felt on the bus the night before. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. She was controlling the Pacific, just millimeters behind the tiny opening, with something other than just her sphincter for a change. The excitement she felt now was definitely sexual, the wetness entirely unrelated to losing any pee. She considered masturbating carefully to take the edge off the hold. A technique well-tested over the years. But before she could start, another woman's voice made her presence known and brought her back to reality. “So, Alexa, right?” “Uh... I... I'm sorry. Yes, hi, that's my name, Karen.” Alexa opened her eyes and mustered the woman on the other bed. 'Pretty'. She thought. 'Isn't Karen an Irish name? The red hair would fit. An Irish lass with a bladder the size of a basketball. She's about to tear the jumpsuit apart. That bulge is incredible.' Alexa didn't dare to look down to compare it to her own distended organ. Karen hadn't missed Alexa checking her out. She smiled. “And, how do I look?” - “About eight months pregnant, I'd say.” Both chuckled a bit, as proper laughing was out of the question. “What are you in for?” - “I leaked on the job the other day. Just couldn't keep it in. Just a few drops, but with a repeat offender like me, who knows what they are going to do. The can't put me in any lower of a permit class, that's for sure. Just waiting for the court to tell me how fucked I am exactly. I guess we'll find out. What about you, kid?” “Loss of composure and I... uh, I tried to piss in a parking lot. Judge didn't like it.” - “What, you actively tried to piss? That's bad. They are sending you off for re-conditioning, am I right? Please tell me it's not at Watershed.” Alexa shrugged. “That's precisely where it is. You sound like you've got personal experience.” “The Watershed Federal Correction & Rehabilitation Facility for Women, with attached Juvenile Retention Center. A marvelous institution. Been there two times. I do not want to go in for a third.” “How is it?” Karen puckered her lips. “I grew up an atheist and didn't use to believe in purgatory, or eternal punishment. Then I was introduced to hell on earth.” She shuddered. “That bad, huh?” “They are rather... efficient at getting their point across. Court started you out with retention as well?” “Four days.” “Figures. Make sure they don't 'forget' to count your transfer time towards the total. They always plug you up for transport. So unless you wanna be sealed shut for a day longer than necessary, insist they start the clock when they load you into the bus. Wish someone told me that before I went in for the first time.” “I don't plan on going there in the first place.” “Oh, they put you on probation? How long do you have left?” “A little under a day. 48 hours in total.” Karen's eyes glazed over as her freckled face took a dreamy look. “48 hours. Sometimes I fantasize about being allowed to pee that often. Every two days would be heaven! I can only imagine how relaxed you must feel. Really, I'm more than just a little envious.” Alexa had so many questions, but at this moment the cell door swung open and the male guard from the mess hall poked his head in. “Mrs. Townsend, the court will see you now.” Karen got on her feet and approached the hallway on stiff legs. “Here we go. Wish me luck.” - “I'll cross my fingers. If I can manage to take them away from my crotch. Bye.” Two female guards passed her cell. She could her the older of the two chattering away. “Oh my god, did you notice Cindy took a pee before starting her shift, like a little girl? That woman is a disgrace, I tell you. What has become of the service? Back when I started...” The voice slowly faded away. Alexa passed the time with careful self-stimulation. When she supported her index finger by pressing the ring finger on top, she could keep her urethral opening shut with just her right hand. It was tricky, but doable. That freed up the left to stimulate her clitoris through the rough fabric. She didn't dare open her jumpsuit to reach in, fully aware that being caught with the zipper down would lead to dire consequences. The metal housing of the moisture sensor kept pressing into her pubic mound, but it was bearable. In a way, having the material cover her most sensitive parts was a good thing. It kept her masturbation from becoming too intense. She knew that if the went too far and launched herself into an orgasm, she would probably start to squirt out urine uncontrollably. Funnily enough, edging was the appropriate tool to take the edge off her desperation. The masturbated at least daily, but this time it was different than the hundreds solo sessions she had have before. Usually her fantasies circled around burly firefighters with big hoses, rescuing her kitten. Or around burying her tongue between the legs of that cute little blonde in advanced calculus. She knew that girl had a boyfriend, but surely, everyone could use a little variety in their sex life. This time, it wasn't hoses with huge nozzles or blonde angels at all. It was Martha uttering the words 'you won't pee', it was her toilet, displaying 'access denied', a smiling judge Espinoza presenting her a giant jug of orange juice with the words 'your fitness is not up to par'. Her left hand sped up, pushing her dangerously close to the edge, then slowed down again, the tension seemed to build and build, but she knew she couldn't release it. Her thumb picked up the pace, a very peculiar balance, just a little bit faster, just a tiny bit more... “Ma'am, it's time for lunch.” Alexa shrieked in terror and sat bolt upright. A split second later she bent forward, now both hands desperately pushing and squeezing, as her urethra tried to turn into a pressure jet with the shock. She needed a moment to win back control. What little was left of it, anyway. Then she turned beet red. Her ears started to burn. The male guard was standing in the doorway looking at her with a bright smile. She hadn't heard the lock. Oh God, how much had he seen? “Officer, I... I mean, I hope we can keep that, you know...” - “Oh, don't you worry. We don't all take the rules for gospel here. I don't mind.” The big bulge in his pants clearly demonstrated that he didn't. “Now, young lady. Lunch.” Had she really been rubbing herself for 5 hours straight? Alexa walked out of the cell with her head held up high. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had decided that the would not let them bring her down. He had seen her masturbating. Masturbating, but not peeing. That was the important part. She still had her dignity and she was going to keep it. True, her face bore a very focused expression. Her thighs were stiff and her knees wobbly. Her pose was slightly hunched forward. But only slightly. Head up high, that was all that mattered. In the hallway they passed a pair of armed men in green uniforms, different from both those of the court bailiffs, and the detention area guards. “Who are those guys?” - “Wardens from Watershed. They accompany every prisoner transport with their own personnel. Probably off to the break room now, to drink all our coffee.” He pointed to the window. “If you look into the courtyard, you can see Piss Express.” Alexa didn't need an explanation of the term. It was a prison bus with barred windows. Very much like an old-fashioned school bus, in a very ugly yellow color, bearing the insignia of the Urinary Justice System. Now, she had absolutely no intention of seeing the inside of this vehicle. This whole unfortunate episode had started on a bus, she would not let it end on one. Just keep holding. Lunch consisted of lamb kebab NuSo. A flavor Alexa would have enjoyed, if she hadn't been pre-occupied with her bladder. Speaking of occupied, wouldn't it be nice to visit another place with an occupied sign? 'No, just put peeing out of your mind, silly girl!' The water ration worried her. She had expected two bottles, not three, but it was made perfectly clear that the water wasn't optional. She polished of her tray under the watchful eyes of the guards and presented the empty containers. She was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to be let back into the relative privacy of her cell to put her hands to use. All the other women were being taken away in pairs of two, and then it was her turn and... “Hey, you remain seated! Plant that tight little butt of yours back on the bench. Attagirl.” She had not seen this uniformed man before. Receding hairline, big mustache. Not the same guy who surprised her in the cell. A shift change, probably. “The terms of your probation are pretty clear. You are expected to keep proper composure. We usually let a lot slide here. But you are the bratty little thing who had to be disciplined even before the proceedings. We cannot trust you. You remain right there where you are until dinner, so we can keep an eye on you. In the meantime, I will figure out how we are going to keep you under surveillance during the night. We might have to put you in the holding cell for that.” Alexa gulped. “I... I have no ill intentions.” “Really. Then what are you doing with your hands under the table? Put both hands on the tabletop, and keep your knees at least twenty centimeters apart! That's more like it.” Five hours tend to pass very slowly when you have nothing to do. They pass even slower when you've got nothing to keep your mind off a bursting bladder. Waiting for dinner was was living hell. The dripping sound from the waterfall was driving Alexa crazy. Despite the cold metal she was sitting on, she had started to sweat profusely, and the jumpsuit was sticking to her skin. The throbbing, the burning, the pain, all of it was back, and worse than ever before. Her entire lower body seemed to consist of nothing but hard muscles and gallons of pee. Her kidneys had started to hurt. Just a light stinging sensation, not nearly as bad as what was going on below. A fire must have been burning in her stomach, because her piss was boiling. An entire ocean of nothing but effervescent liquid, trying to force it's way past her tired sphincter. Her urethra still wanted to become a fire hose. Pulsing, swelling, everything was tight, and tense, and clutched, and hot and pressurized, and still dry, but for how long? She was rocking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and then came dinner and it was more NuSo, and more water, and her hands started acting on their own, and she felt like a robot, and she drank it all in a trance and... 'Mind over matter' is a wonderful concept. It enables perfectly normal human beings to do things that are commonly thought physically impossible. Incredible feats like running a marathon in under three hours, or climbing Mount Everest without oxygen. But there are some things even a cast iron will can not achieve. The first perception that made it through the clouds into Alexa's feverish mind was that both her hands were wedged in her crotch again. The second thing was a sharp hissing noise. Then, pulsing, another hiss. And a loud buzzing sound, an alarm that went off. “No.” She muttered. “No”. The feeling of moisture between her legs. Just a small leak. Another squirt, spraying through her fingers. And another one. And another one. The wet feeling spread down her thighs and manifested itself at her butt. Another, more forceful spurt. All the clenching, all the pressing in the world, all her hours of Kegel exercises, nothing helped. Another jet, no, not a jet, a trickle. Then a stream. A flood. A dyke burst. The great deluge. Biblical proportions. Louder. “No! No!” More, and more. Her boiling piss pushed its way out of her in an inch-thick stream. A fountain sprang from her lap. The urine soaked her jumpsuit, pooled on the bench, dripped onto the floor, formed a growing puddle. “Why? I tried, I tried, I swear! No, please dear god, no!” Now she was screaming on top of her lungs. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt herself being grabbed around the waist and roughly pulled from the bench. Her bottom hit the floor hard, her tailbone hurt, her arms were bend behind her back, her wrists cuffed together. All while it just kept going on and on, coming out in waves, spraying, pissing, dripping, crying, no end in sight. Epilogue After the urethral plug went in place, the warden jerked up the back zipper of Alexa's jumpsuit. The bright orange material was pulled tight against the tender flesh of her genitals. Next came the wide belt, fastened firmly around her narrow waist, snapping shut with a loud, satisfying clack. The locking buckle clicked four times. “Long-range transport protocol complete. Prisoner F/98/0012 ready for transfer.”
  16. By popular demand, a sequel to my first story about Shelly McGill, Getting Her Feet Wet. I'm really excited about this one. At the time of posting, it's not complete, but even in its unfinished state it's a lot to chew on. Enjoy The Sleepover at Swiftbrooke. 1: The Others 2: The House on Haunted Hill 3: Truth or Scare 4: The Descent 5: A Bump in the Night 6: Open Water ...Work continues! Check here for updates in the near future.
  17. View File Some nice Jade samples Samples of some nice Jade omo videos (thanks to @Drying for ripping them) List: Submitter KubaAseph Submitted 02/25/2017 Category Female Wetting
  18. I originally posted this story under "My first attempt at fiction", but being unable to change the title and having expanded to four chapters I can hardly call it my first attempt any longer. So from now on I will continue posting new chapters in this thread. CHAPTER 1 An alarm sounds, 7 am, Barbara hits snooze. Thirty minutes later she shoots awake: “Shit, John’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes”, she thinks. She quickly gets out of bed, puts on some clothes, eats some cornflakes and has a glass of water. Then she hears a car pull op in front of her house, she quickly runs out and gets in, feeling a twinge in her bladder but nothing bad. She greets John, her modelling agent as Barbara is having her first ever photoshoot today. They drive off to the set, about half an hour’s drive away. Half an hour without traffic that is, as they hit it as soon as they pull onto the motorway. But nothing to bad though and they arrive about fifteen minutes later than planned. As Barbara walks into the building where the shoot is set she feels her bladder twinging again. Looking around if she sees a bathroom sign, she is greeted by a woman named Julia. Julia explains that since Barbara and John arrived a little late she has to get her make-up down right now, reluctantly – noticing her filling bladder – Barbara follows Julia to the make-up room and sits down. After ten minutes her make-up and hair are down and Julia leads the way to the dressing rooms. Barbara walks in and notices five pair of jeans she will be wearing for today’s shoot. What she doesn’t see is a toilet. Julia informs that she is expected to be changed in two minutes for the shoot to start. A bit sleepy still Barbara quickly gulps down a mug of coffee which stood ready and waiting for her. She immediately regrets it though, feeling her now full bladder. Thirty minutes and three pairs of jeans later, Barbara is getting truly desperate. Changing into the fourth pair, she has to pause for a second fighting of her first wave of desperation. “I can’t use my hands, I can’t on stage either”, she thinks. Zipping up the jeans she is relieved though, as this pair is significantly looser fitting as the pair before. As the photos are being taken, Barbara does everything in her might not to fidget. She succeeds and heads of to change into the final pair of jeans. Luckily for her these are not too tight either. A couple minutes later the final round of pictures are being taken, however not without the occasional squirm. “Are you alright?”, Julia asks. “Yes, just a little cold”, Barbara quickly replies to dose of any suspicion of her real plight. “Ok, last picture” “Thank god”, Barbara whispers to herself. Quickly walking off to her changing room, she strips the jeans off. A knock on the door, it’s Julia. “Barbara, our bikini model didn’t show up, mind posing in these two bikini’s while you’re here?”, Julia asks showing two bikini sets. “Yeah, no problem, but can I use the bathroom first?” “Uhm, John didn’t tell you? This building doesn’t have bathrooms” “Oh, well ok then”, Barbara responds coolly. Her mind not so cool however. But she resolves by telling herself that she will be home in an hour, and she can definitely hold another hour. Changing into the first bikini she is mortified, it’s a size too small and really pressing on her bladder. She walks out, but not without fidgeting every minute or two during the shoot. Blaming the increased fidgeting on the even colder surroundings as she as now wearing less clothes. Finished with the first bikini she changes into the second, but with the bottom off, she feels another wave coming, quickly grabbing her bare pussy in the privacy of her changing room. The wave subsides a she swiftly puts on the second, also very tight, bikini. “Forty five more minutes and I’m home. I can do this”, she assures herself. Struggling to stay still, the final shoot takes a little longer than expected but eventually they finish. She walks off to the changing room for the final time she grabs herself as soon as she’s in there. Fighting of the wave, she dresses in her yoga pants, thanking god she decided to wear those today. “Let’s go”, Barbara says to John a s she walks out of her dressing room. “Ok”, is John’s simple reply. As they hit the motorway again, John strikes up the conversation, complementing Barbara on her brilliance during the photoshoot. Barbara isn’t really listening though, as she’s fully concentrating on keeping her bladders content in. Fifteen minutes into the drive home Barbara sees no other resolve than grabbing her pussy through her yoga pants. She tried crossing her legs, fidgeting and bouncing her legs but it’s not enough. John immediately notices as Barbara grabs herself: ”Are you ok?” “Yes, just need a wee really badly. The stupid studio didn’t have bathrooms.” “Didn’t I tell you so?” “No”, Barbara says a little annoyed. “Oh sorry. But don’t worry we’ll be at your hose in ten minutes, you can hold it” “Yes, I can”, she says. “No, I can’t”, she thinks. But ten minutes later as they pull up to her house she is still holding strong, she even managed to get her key out of her purse already. Barbara opens the car’s door and thanks John for the ride. But as soon as she gets up she feels gravity is not gonna be her friend today and as soon as she is out of the car she puts both her hands on her pussy. John drives off. Now alone Barbara feels another wave hit her. She grabs herself even tighter but to no avail. A second or so spurt leaves her urethra and a tear rolls down her cheek. “Just a little longer”, she says to herself. Waddling to the front door she removes one hand so she can unlock it. Another spurt, this one about three seconds long she feels her hand get wet. “No, this can’t be happening”, she thinks quickly moving her second hand to her crotch again stopping the flow. She manages to open the door and now stands in her hallway. Another spurt, two hands in her crotch, she stops it. For a second, then another spurt and another. Now having a dinner size wet spot on her yoga pants, she starts sobbing. She manages to take two steps towards her bathroom as another spurt leaves her. This one, though cannot be stopped as small trickle continues leaving her pussy. The trickle turns into a stream and she starts peeing uncontrollably through her pants. A minute later the stream finally subsides and Barbara walks off to her bathroom crying. “Thank god I live alone”, she says to herself out loud. She takes a quick shower and decides on having an afternoon nap. She steps into her bed naked as she always does. An hour later she awakes, desperate to pee again. “How can I fill up this quickly”, she thinks. However, being so comfy she doesn’t wanna get up. Trying to fall back asleep she succeeds five minutes later. She sleeps for another five minutes, she wakes up to a spurt. “Shit”, she thinks feeling her bedsheets. She quickly realises it was just that one spurt that left her. But trying to get up is hard, another spurt leaves her. She manages to stop it after two or so seconds and she sits on the edge of her bed. But as soon as her feet hit the cold floor the flood gates open she is now full on wetting. First on her bed but she quickly slides off, now splattering all of her pee on her feet and floor. She starts crying again. After another minute she finishes peeing again, having a lot of cleaning to do. CHAPTER 2 These were the first two times twenty year old Barbara had wet since she was a young girl and she was extremely embarrassed by it. But the warm wetness also gave her a slight sense of pleasure. Two weeks after the events she’s scheduled a beach day with her best friend Nina. After waking up she takes a shower, pees in it and puts her white bikini on. She finds a nice summer dress with some flowers on it and puts it on over her bikini. The doorbell rings, it’s Nina. Nina is wearing a black bikini which can be seen through her translucent white dress. Barbara walks out with a cooler full of beer and water and the girls start walking to the beach since it’s only fifteen minutes from Barbara’s house. When they arrive they are delighted by the fact that the beach is quiet, only ten or so other people are there. They put their towels down about ten meters from the high-tide line and start drinking water as it’s a hot day. Two hours and two bottles of water and a can of beer each later they decide it’s time for a swim. “Just a sec Nina, I need to use the toilet first”, Barbara says. “Why? Just go through your bikini in the water. I do it all the time.” Barbara hesitates for a second and asks: “really?” “Yeah, really”, comes Nina’s reply. “I even pee on the sand. I don’t care”. Without a warning Nina stands up, spreads her legs a bit and starts peeing. “Nina, what the fuck, people can see you”. “So what, everyone pees at the beach. Just go ahead and do it yourself, too” Barbara walks off to the water and goes in waste deep. She tries to pee, but never having peed in the ocean before it takes some effort to get started. “Just relax and let it flow”, Nina says with a smile on her face. Finally Barbara starts peeing, “Wow, that feels good”. Half an hour later they exit the water and continue drinking their beers. Six beers each and two hours later they’re ready to go home for lunch and because the heat is getting unbearable. “First I need a pee”, Barbara says motioning towards the water. “Just do it here, like me”, Nina says pointing towards her crotch. The sand around it getting darker. “I don’t know…” “Just go, nobody cares” “Well, okay then”, Barbara pushes a little and her pee starts flowing onto the sand. “It tickles my pussy”. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I love peeing my bikini”, Nina smiles. When the girls finish their pee, they head back to Barbara’s home. CHAPTER 3 The two girls arrived at Barbara’s place and decided to heat up some leftovers for lunch. As they sat down to eat Barbara couldn’t keep her mind off what Nina had said at the beach. “So you actually like peeing your bikini?” Nina just smiled and nodded. “But how did you find out? I mean… when did you learn that… you know… you like the feeling?” “By accident really”. “Do tell”, Barbara said. She wondered how she never knew this, especially since she had told Nina all about her accidents two weeks ago. “It was before I met you, I was fifteen or so. On holiday with my parents and sister in southern France. We had rented a villa adjacent to a small, private beach. It was around 40 degrees, so really hot. So me and my sister were laying at the beach drinking tons of water. My parents were out visiting a small town or something, so it was just me and my sis. At some point I had fallen asleep and when I woke up I seriously had to pee”. “So you just went in your bikini right there and then?” Barbara interrupted her. “No, as I said, it was by accident. Let me finish first.” “Well, go on then”. “So I walked back to the villa to use the bathroom, but I found my parents had closed the sliding door at the back and locked it for some reason. So instead I walked around to the front door. But it couldn’t be opened without a key, so there I stood locked out. I guessed my parents wouldn’t be back for at least another couple of hours so I headed back to the beach. My sister had just woken up and asked my what’s up. So I explained my predicament and she said “Fuck I need a pee too”.” Barbara looked at Nina with more and more interest as the she continued telling her story. “To pass the time I decided to have a swim, but then it happened as soon as my feet hit the water I felt a wave of desperation come over me. The my pee just started pouring out and I couldn’t stop it. My sister noticed and started laughing, I felt so embarrassed. But at the same time it felt good in my pussy. So the next day when I needed to pee I just went in my bikini while swimming and it felt so good again. Now I pee my bikini every time I need to pee when at the beach.” Barbara laughed, “Yeah it does feel good. I think I’ll just pee my bikini whenever I need to pee from now on, too”. “Haha, good girl”, Nina said bursting into laughter. “But how about your sis? Did she make it to the bathroom?” “Well, since I was only fifteen I felt insecure about my body and wore a bikini even though no stranger could ever see us at that beach. But my sister was eighteen at the time and she felt comfortable sunbathing in the nude.” “That still doesn’t answer my question”, Barbara interrupted her. “Just let me finish”, Nina said laughing. “She held it for another hour or so. But then she started complaining that it hurt. Then out of nowhere while lying on the sand she said fuck it and started peeing right there and then not having to worry about her bikini getting wet. She finished with a sigh of relieve and smiled at me. We burst into laughter and that’s it really”. “Wow that was surprising. Anyway, wanna watch a movie and stay the night? It’s summer holiday anyway so we don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow,” Barbara asked. “Sure”, was Nina’s simple reply as the two girls started clearing the table. CHAPTER 4 About half an hour later the girls had finished up the dishes and had set themselves up to watch “Bridesmaids”. They had a big bag of popcorn and a bottle of wine ready. An hour into the two hour and fifteen minute movie Barbara feels a familiar twinge in her bladder, but too focussed on the movie she ignores it. But the alcohol is helping her fill up quite rapidly and fifteen minutes later she can’t help but start fidgeting slightly. “Need to pee again?”, Nina asks noticing Barbara. “Yup”. “Well you’re not alone, the wine isn’t helping”. They both smile and continue watching the movie. During the next half hour both girls increase their fidgeting and eventually Barbara moves one hand towards her private area. “You know we can pause so you can use the bathroom”, Nina says smiling. “Nah, just half an hour or so left. I can wait. I don’t like to pause movies”, Barbara says taking another sip of her wine. “Whatever”, Nina says slightly annoyed. She secretly hoped Barbara would pause so they could both go and pee as Nina herself feels the need to grab herself slightly. “I can see you’re pretty desperate yourself”, Barbara says motioning towards Nina’s crotch. Pretending not to hear her, Nina returns her view to the TV. Twenty minutes of desperation later Barbara suddenly gasps and moves her second to her crotch as well. “You lost some?”, Nina asks. “Nearly”. “The movie’s almost over though”. “Thank god, I don’t wanna have an accident again”. A good five minutes later the credits start rolling and both girls get up immediately. Both have both their hands firmly gripped on their crotches. “You only have one toilet, and since I’m the guest I can go first”, is the first thing Nina says. “No. I’m way to desperate, hearing you relieving yourself will be too much to handle.” “I’ll have to race you to the toilet than”. What ensues most be the slowest race in history as both girls have both hands to their pussies and their legs tightly crossed. Nina however started closer to the bathroom door and thus reaches it first. She removes one hand to open the door but instantly loses a spurt when she touches the handle. “Fuck. Not now, just a couple more steps”, she thinks to herself. But even the couple more steps prove to be too much and she starts leaking just in front of the toilet. She quickly hikes her dress and sits down, not bothering to lower her bikini bottoms. She pees for nearly a minute until the stream subsides. Meanwhile, being a few steps behind Nina, Barbara is losing a spurt with every step she takes. The sound of Nina’s pee hitting the water in the toilet bowl makes her spurts turn into a steady trickle. She sees no other option than to quickly hop over into the shower. Her dress is already wet from the leaks while both her hands pushed it up against her pussy. She doesn’t even bother hiking it up anymore and releases a torrent of piss through her bikini bottoms and dress right there in the shower. When the two girls finish peeing, they examine the wetness on their clothes. Both their bikini bottoms are absolutely drenched and so is the lower part of Barbara’s dress. Nina’s dress also shows some signs of wetness from when she lost control before she could hike it up. “I need a shower”, is Barbara’s conclusion. “Me too.” Since Barbara’s shower is quite large and the girls had seen each other naked countless times before, Barbara offered to share. Nina didn’t hesitate to accept. They stripped down and stepped into the shower. “You know, despite it being a bit embarrassing, it did feel good to my pussy”, Barbara smiles. “Same here”. They both burst into laughter. After showering Barbara puts their pissy bikinis and dresses in the washing machine: “wanna borrow some clothes? Or walk around naked?” Nina didn’t have to think twice: ”Naked it is, but you have to do so too”. “Sure”, Barbara said laughing. TO BE CONTINUED
  19. I know I have another interactive going, but I thought I'd start a new one in a different style: shorter entries, shorter time between entries. It's going to be primarily public desperation, whether or not she wets or enjoys Omorashi is up to you! No messing or diapers though, sorry. The main character is female, but I also enjoy male so there may be some male desperation. I'll also be sure to include actual cameos from HP, but Slytherin and Gryffindor might have more if that helps with your decision. If you want her to be in your house, though, go for it! There will still be plenty of cameos, duh. Anyway! Time to make a character! Everything here is optional, I'll fill in gaps if I have to . Name House General Appearance Likes/Dislikes Sexuality Year (not year 7, because the trio is not at Hogwarts) Feel free to add anything else, too.
  20. I'm a very avid reader, and I love it when I come across an omorashi scene in a book. There are a few forum posts about this, so I'm guessing some of you do too. The information on the forums is great, but it could be better organized. That's why I am proud to present, in the vein of the Full Compiled Anime/Manga List Project (this one https://omorashi.org/topic/23841-full-compiled-animemanga-omorashi-scene-database-project/ )... THE PEE BOOK LIST! So here's the link: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1OEsBsyySn_63MRT0hbofWyJNOt9foxvxmbyFtKQT0s8/edit#gid=973794901 And here's how it works. Title, Author and Genre: Pretty self-explanatory. Character: This indicates the age and sex of the character(s) in the omo scene, Man, Woman, Boy, and Girl. For teenage characters, Boy and Girl are used. Tags: These are some indicators of what the scene features, such as desperation, outdoor peeing and fear wetting. Rating: This category is only used for the comic list. It's basically the same one as the Pee Movie List, with ratings of Explicit, Stream, Wetness, Tame and implied. (No Audio rating; not sure how that would work in a comic.) Link: A link to the book for your reading pleasure. Nine times out of ten it's a Google Book preview which will take you right to the scene in question. I currently have all the books listed in this thread: https://omorashi.org/topic/29379-the-return-of-book-omorashi-scenes/ , plus some of my own, and I'll add the ones from the older longer thread in the near future. If you find a new scene you can post it here (the list isn't open to editing) or at the link above and I'll add it to the list. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
  21. Hey guys. After seeing some youtube channels with videos of desperate girls from live TV chat shows in the General Discussions forum, I went through all these vids and uncovered some real gems, where desperation is really obvious. I have thus downloaded these vids and will gradually post the really good ones on this thread. Hopefully, if anyone else has similar kinds of videos, they can post them here as well. (Note to moderators: I was unsure whether posting this stuff is banned or not. I've read the rules and there doesn't appear to be anything banning the posting of such vids. In fact, almost all these vids are publicly available on youtube, and since they're take from live TV stations, the girls do know that they are being filmed. However, should you really wish me to stop posting them, just inform me). The first video is from hot blonde Mikki B from red light central. You can see her obvious desperation - she holds herself, crouches on the floor, leg bouncing, and any person with no experience of lip-reading (myself included) can tell that she is pleading to be let off screen. (Note: this video originally came in two parts....I have merged them together for convenience). Enjoy RLC1 to09 10 2014 827 flv 010(1)(1).mp4
  22. Read plz Our main character: Your alarm clock goes off exactly as it was supposed to at 6:30 AM. You rub your eyes and slowly realize why you set your alarm clock so early...today is the first day of training in your Tankery class at Kuromorimine Academy (or Kuro for short). Kuro specializes in using German equipment from WW2, and is one of the elite schools to attend for Tankery. As you wake up, you get out of bed. Standing in your pajamas, you look around your room. Its a very neat and clean room with a dresser, computer desk, end table, and lamp (along with a bed, of course). Your bed is rather messy as you almost rolled out of it when your alarm sounded. You know you only have about 15 minutes before you need to be dressed and ready to get on the training field. What would you like to do?
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  24. Hey all, this is two stories, interconnected. First is a total fiction from the perspective of a female graduate student teaching assistant. No messing for the first one. I was inspired, for some reason, to write today and wrote this stream of consciousness, and I get a little too in the weeds in "grading" but uuhh... fuck it. It is what it is. I worked in helping people with their papers in college, so I got a little carried away, I guess. Second one is also a total fiction and is about two students. "Almost done with class," I thought. Morning coffee, iced tea, and over four hours straight in class and I was bursting. A coffee, I understand. Why did I also drink tea? Why didn't I step out of the classroom? Oh yeah, because I'm the teacher. All 15 students were sitting in a circle discussing the latest readings, and I don't know if that was a good thing for me or not. On one hand, I wasn't as conspicuous and my foot fidgeting could be construed as excess energy. On the other hand, being up at the chalkboard moving around could take my mind off things. Whatever, there was 15 minutes left, surely I could hold out that long. The students, thankfully were in an animated discussion about the finer points of... uuuhh... something. It's not like graduate students do the readings, either. I couldn't focus on what they were saying; I could barely breathe. I hadn't been this desperate since... since I was in 3rd grade. That ended with me peeing my pants in church all over the pew. God, that was embarrassing. I crossed my leg tightly. I grimaced at my tight black jeans - they dug into my bladder hard. I don't think when they designed fashion to objectify women, they thought me peeing my pants would be the outcome. Well, at least they're black, if I lose a little it likely won't be noticeable. Fuck. Am I so desperate that was a reasonable thought? It honestly felt like my lower body was going numb. If I peed right now, would I even notice? And then it hit - the first spurt. Oh, I sure did notice. I gasped softly and leaned forward slightly. I could tell the students to the left and right of me glanced over, and I felt my ears burning red. Oh god, did they suspect? The conversation was coming to a close on its own, fortunately. I didn't have any impact on it and I'm their teacher. Oh well, priorities. I looked at the clock and saw there was technically ten minutes left. Fuck it, class is ending now. "Alright, great discussion, I'm glad everyone was super engaged with the readings. I don't think there's anything else to cover, so unless there are questions..." (there never are) "I'll see you all next week where we'll just review for the midterm." Everyone packed up and I continued to sit, frozen with my legs crossed. There was no way I was getting up until I knew the damage. Everyone slowly filed out as I brought all my materials (essentially, a notebook, some pieces of paper with my lesson plan, and a pen) together to get ready to leave. One student wasn't leaving though. Selene. Damn. I forced a smile. "What's up?" "I was wondering if we could go over my paper before I turned it in because I'm gonna miss tomorrow's lecture for a swim meet." Oh, yes. Selene was on the University's swim team. I didn't envy her schedule. I did envy her athletic body, her upper half hidden in a hoodie but her bottom half showing off through her black leggings. I certainly had a butt that turned heads (something I had to be careful about around male students!), but it had been years since I had been able to work out regularly. I also envied her ability to pee while doing her job in the pool... I grimaced. "Sorry, I know it's about to be my office hours, but could we check in later today?" She responded, "I have class in twenty minutes, could we just quickly go over it now?" I had to be a teacher for just ten or fifteen more minutes. I could do that, right? It's my responsibility. "Sure. Let's head to my office since this classroom has another class in it later." I resigned myself to getting out of my chair, but fortunately the black pants seemed to pay off. In fact, it was a small enough spurt I'm not sure it even got on my pants. Standing, though, redoubled my desperation. I was subconsciously grinding my teeth, I had to go so bad, but I powered through and began walking to the office. We fortunately made the two flight trek downstairs without incident. However, another spurt hit as I unlocked the door. There was nothing I could do except hope it wasn't noticeable, and I let Selene in and sat at my desk. I was grateful that none of my officemates were in. Why, in case I was going to have an accident? That wasn't going to happen! I'm an adult, an educator. Then again, I was sort of already having an accident, I guess. Selene pulled up a chair next to my desk, facing me. She immediately crossed her legs, as well, and a vague thought crossed my mind - that is, before yet another spurt. I had long since spurned my Catholic upbringing, but praying to God seemed like a good idea at this point. She handed me her rough draft and I quickly skimmed through it as best I could. I wrote some grammatical edits as I went. The task of being forced to read took my mind off things, which was good. The paper was honestly pretty cool. Our class was an obscure cross-listed sociology/history class on athletics in the United States (hence the significant number of athlete students). Since it was Black History Month, we were reading about pioneer black American athletes, like Jackie Robinson or John Carlos. Selene wrote a paper about the history of black women in swimming and she discussed the history of underrepresentation of black Americans in swimming and highlighted Simone Manuel as the first African American woman to win an Olympic gold. I was so engrossed, in fact, that another spurt occurred... this one wasn't like the last ones. The last ones were like for a literal moment, milliseconds (and hopefully milliliters). This one was for two whole seconds. That doesn't sound long... except when you're peeing your pants. I knew my underwear had no chance (black boyshorts, by the way - gotta keep it conservative when I teach so I don't accidentally flash my students my underwear). It was going to soak my jeans. I was afraid it might have been audible. I looked up and saw Selene was in her own world. Her legs were crossed, too, and she was rocking back and forth, staring blankly at her knees, clad in black leggings. Honestly, it looked like she had to go almost as badly as me. I took the opportunity to glance down. Sitting with my legs crossed, I saw nothing. I definitely felt wet (and the wetness was rapidly cooling!) between my legs, though. It didn't feel like it was down to my butt... yet... "Hey, Selene, so I think this is a strong paper and you picked a really interesting topic." She jerked her head up to attention. I continued, "I made some minor grammatical fixes, but I think the way you organized the speech was totally clear and easy to follow. I especially like using Simone's life as a personal case to contrast to the history." God, it was weird to try to act professional as you were about to do the most childish thing possible. Honestly, I couldn't tell if I was slowly peeing as I was talking or not. "You do a good job dispelling the racist myths of why black people don't go into swimming professionally and you talk about underrepresentation of famous figures and Simone potentially changing that, like Serena and Venus for tennis, but I think you could delve in more to this point about lack of black access to swim teams due to financial barriers." Fuck, I definitely just peed a bit more. Maybe another two or three seconds? It was definitely on my butt. It was probably on my seat, which was at least cushioned so it soaked it up instead of rolling off. I was safe from Selene, at least - after... well, I'll figure that out then. She didn't look like she was paying that much attention, frankly, which I was relieved about but also annoyed by. Why the hell had she asked to meet if she was just going to zone out? So I would pee my pants? Ugh, I guess I'll be the responsible teacher. I quickly wrote on the sheet, "Expand on financial barriers to swimming." I handed it back to her, spurting as I did so and pretending everything was fine. "Otherwise, it looks solid. Don't worry about the lecture, I can send you slides..." I trailed off as I saw her immediately shoot her hand down to her crotch. She bent over and breathlessly said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I just really have to pee and was hoping to be able to meet with you before I had to go to my next class so I wouldn't be late." Watching her desperation was too much for me. I started peeing in earnest. I just sat there, cross-legged, and peed, frozen in shock. It started with a two second spurt as she apologized. It then became a slow and steady stream that picked up steam. I wordlessly opened my mouth to respond, but had nothing to say. I just looked down and saw piss pool between my legs. I did my best to squeeze shut, but all I did was slow it down for a second. I looked up and she STILL hadn't noticed. She was going on. "I'll just quickly stop by the bathroom and be right back, I'm so sorry!" She stood up, hand still in her crotch, legs still crossed. When she stood up, I saw a wet spot the size of a dollar bill on the seat. I strangely wondered if it was all in one go or over time. As she stood up, I saw she could finally see my piss. She was shocked and stood there, mouth agape, staring at the piss pool before eventually reaching my knees and flowing down my legs and onto the floor. It overflowed the chair, too, and leaked out of the cushion in all directions. It was a mess, and I was mortified. Selene, however, turned bright pink as well. I looked down to see a rush of urine cascade down her black leggings, glistening its way from her crotch down to her knees... then eventually her shoes. Her hand was still in her crotch, now wet with her own piss. We were both silent in our shock and disgrace, and I could hear both her and my piss hiss its way out of our bodies. She finished peeing before I did. Or maybe she actually succeeded in stopping. I long since gave up. It was the longest, most awkward pause of my whole life. She uncrossed her legs and stood sheepishly, looking down at herself. When I was done, I cleared my throat. "Maybe next time you tell me if you have to pee so we can both pee beforehand." It wasn't funny, but the situation was so absurd we both just started laughing. She tried to get this done as soon as possible so she could go pee, I wanted it to not happen so I could pee. If only one of us had said, "Just gimme a sec and let me pee" we both would have peed and the dumbest, most embarrassing moment of my life (and probably hers!) wouldn't have happened. God, what a shitty day - wait, I take that back, I certainly don't want THAT to happen. She took off her hoodie, a white tank top underneath, and tied it around her waist. "How obvious is it?" "Uuh... pretty obvious. You probably want to skip your next class. Don't tell anyone your teacher said so." "Also don't tell anyone their teacher peed their pants?" "Only if you want me to tell the world our revered campus swimmer peed hers." "We pee in the pool all the time, honestly, I'm afraid I'll forget I'm not in the pool and just piss where I'm sitting." "A little late for that, don't you think?" There was a pause before we chuckled again. She said, "Well, I guess I'll figure something out... maybe try the hand dryers in the bathroom..." We said our goodbyes and I called my boyfriend, Sam. "Hey, uuh, Sam? How quickly can you get to my office? And do you have a change of pants? Yeah, it's quite the story..." Well, we'd always wanted to have sex in my office... at this point, I'd gladly do it to thank him for bringing me pants, but it's a real question on whether he'd want to in this state. BONUS STORY!!! MESSING WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dunno, I was just feeling it. Grace and Emma walked out of class. Grace, a tall, brown-haired woman clad in a short dress down to above her knees, whispered to her friend. "I think our teacher had to pee..." Emma, who was equally tall, but skinnier (and envious of Grace's ass) and blonde was in gray yoga pants and a white top with a frill. She whispered back, "I do too, I'm gonna pee my pants if we don't get to a bathroom ASAP." Grace giggled. "I have to pee too. The bathroom's right by the front door." They walked in to see both stalls taken and a line. Emma groaned. "Ugh, let's find a new one." They exited the building and entered the one next door, the Chemistry building. Emma scanned the place. "Do you know where the bathrooms are? I've never been in here." Grace shrugged. "I haven't, either. It can't be that hard to find, plenty of people have class in this building." They wandered the halls, but for some reason a bathroom eluded them. Emma put her hand on Grace's shoulder. "Grace. Listen. If we don't find a bathroom in the next five minutes, I'm not just gonna piss myself. I'm gonna shit myself. It's gonna be the worst." Grace had to poop, too, to be honest, but never had the brazenness that Emma did. "Well, let's check the second floor, then, I'm not going to a new building!" They wandered the second floor. They found a bathroom, but of course it was out of order. Emma groaned. "HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?" This was beyond amusing to Grace, and she just stayed silent. A fart caught her attention, though. Emma was bright red. "My bad. Let's get out of here before someone smells us." They ran to the third floor, Grace leaving some silent farts of her own. Her butt was tightly clenched, her muscles visibly tense through her yoga pants. Emma came to a halt. "Hold up, I'm about to piss myself here." Emma crossed her legs and bent over, clearly fighting her hardest. Grace, too, was struggling, though she tried to hide it. Emma looked up. "Oh my god, Grace, I think I pissed myself a little." She looked around, saw the hallway was empty, and lifted her dress. Grace exclaimed, "We're in public, don't show me!" It was too late, and on Emma's bright red thong was a darker splotch. A line ran down her upper leg and was lost around her knee, as well. Grace followed up, "Well, let's find a bathroom, fast!" They power walked as best they could onward. Emma whispered, "I'm fucking peeing as we're walking." Grace couldn't help but glance over and see trickles running down Emma's legs. Finally, at the end of the third floor, they saw a bathroom sign. It was a unisex one, but a bathroom nonetheless. They both started running to get there. Grace felt a spurt, but she didn't care - she was so close to salvation. When they got to the door, Emma swung it open and saw there was one toilet. They looked at each other. At that pause, Grace heard another fart from Emma. Emma turned bright red. That fart was definitely wet and stained her thong. "Listen, I'm already pissing myself and there was definitely something more to that fart. Just let me go and I won't even wipe, you can go right after." Grace really, really wanted to go, and the wet spot clung tightly to her crotch. She was caught in a moment of indecision. Emma farted again, while a small nugget of poop shot out and was caught by her thong. She muttered, "Fuck it" and strode to the toilet, lifted her dress, and sat down. Grace hurriedly entered and closed and locked the door. Emma wasn't even bothering to take off her underwear, and a steady stream could be heard. Emma was pooping her thong as she sat, as well, and bigger splashes indicated that. Her thong was just pushed aside easily as a log flowed out, followed by two more. Grace stood in front of Emma and crossed her legs tightly. However, it was to no avail listening to Emma's relief. Piss spurted out of her, first for a couple seconds, then for five seconds. The wet spot grew until it was down to her mid-thighs. Emma looked up and said, shocked, "Are you pissing yourself?" Grace hung her head in shame as the rest of the piss came pouring out. Emma cried out, "Oh my god, just hold on, I'm almost done." Unbeknownst to Emma, Grace was also pooping herself. Her buttcheeks unclenched just slightly and a small point pushed out her yoga pants. It pushed out and out and curled up, creating a growing bulge behind. Fortunately, Emma's peeing and pooping masked the smell and covered up the sound of crackling. Emma was finished and stood up. "Yo, take the toilet!" It was too late. Grace was finished. Behind her was a bulge the size of an orange, while urine glistened on her legs down to her feet, her shoes surrounded by a puddle. Grace backed up til her butt touched the wall. "It's too late... God this is embarrassing." Emma stared for a second, then jumped into action. "You stay here. I'll go grab you a new pair of pants. No one can tell what I did with this dress." Grace nodded her head. "Thanks, Emma." "Don't thank me, I'm the reason you got screwed." Emma dried off her legs and walked out of the bathroom. She thought she could still smell the faint trace of piss and poop on her, but she kept moving quickly all the way to her dorm. Grace, however, had a more complicated clean-up. Fortunately, she got away with it, she thought. She peeled off her yoga pants and dumped the content into the toilet before pulling out a large wad of toilet paper.
  25. 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.