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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. This following story took place around a year ago, at the annual knighting ceremony of the kingdom. The Saint was there, replacing the Pope as the one who gave blessing to the newly recruited knights. Many recruits were happy of this change, seeing how they really wished to see the Saint herself up close. The ceremony was performed on the open ground, due to the amount of recruits the kingdom received this year. Helen was standing in the middle, wearing a sleeveless one-piece white dress with a circlet on her head and a pair of white slippers on her feet. She also wore a blue cloak that fluttered behind her . The Pope, wearing his usual ceremonial white priest outfit, and the knight commander, wearing her armor that covered her lower half nicely yet leaving her cleavage visible, stood beside her, a little to the back. One by one, the new recruits kneeled in front of her, looking upwards at her as she kissed them on their forehead. "May the Creator be with you," Helen said afterwards. The recruits were supposed to stay silent on the whole process, but some of them couldn't resist the opportunity of conversing with the Holy Saint herself. Most of them said something like "Oh, milady! I promise, I shall serve you with my whole body and soul! I would die at your command!" . But, there was one youth who grabbed her arms before saying "Remember me, Milady? Milady visited my village when you were just a girl! And you cured my mother's blindness! Ever since then, I dreamed of this day where I could repay my debt to you!" with an intensely heated eyes. "What is the meaning of this? Recruit, release her at once!" the knight commander ordered as she drew her sword. "I will train hard and I will rise up in the ranks and one day I'll be--" "Recruit!" Alicia's voice boomed. The youth reluctantly released his grip before returning back to the others. The knight commander approached Helen, and she said while kneeling to her, "Do not worry, milady. I will make sure that the boy would be expelled immediately after--" "That is not necessary, Alicia" Helen replied with a warm smile. "He was merely expressing his love for me." "B-but, milady, he dared to touch you without--" "It's fine. I am merely an emissary of the Creator God. I am not a god. I am human, just like you." Noticing Helen's gentle yet stern expression, Alicia relented. Every time she met her, she didn't feel like a 16-year old girl at all. She could overwhelm her, a 30-year old veteran knight. As expected from the Saint, Alicia thought to herself. The ceremony continued on for the next hour, which there were a couple more talkative recruits, though nothing as brave as the youth. But now, the Saint's mind was starting to be diverted to another matter. The fact that she needed to pee. Since the ceremony took place on an open ground, Mary made sure that she drank a lot of water beforehand so she would have the strength to stand for that long, and not just faint from dehydration. But Mary was quite overreacting since the weather was forecast, making the water she drank all fill her bladder instead of coming out as sweat. She inferred from the remaining recruits that she still had another hour to go. She believed she could still make it just fine however, so it didn't bother her that much other than the occasional crossing of her legs and the tapping of her feet. But she was not the only person who was desperate in that ceremony. Alicia's stomach had been rumbling ever since the ceremony started. She was totally fine just a half hour ago, yet when the ceremony started, she was clenching her anus tight in order to not make a mess of herself. And now, two hours had passed. As a warrior, she was trained to hold her need until she could have a safe opportunity to go. Yet her stomach kept churning and rumbling, pumping more waste to be expelled. To her embarrassment, she had farted a few times during the ceremony. Lucky for her neither the Saint nor the pope smelled the stench., thanks to the wind blowing away from them. The fart when she kneeled in front of the Saint was the worst though. it was pretty wet and she was sure she had crapped in her panties a little. But she kept her stoic and professional knightly expression, even when she was farting. Thirty more minutes. Now, Helen was feeling quite seriously uncomfortable. When she leaned down to kiss the recruits, she would keep her tights pressed together. And her movements started to become more stiff and restrained. Alicia on the other hand, was sweating bullets. It took all her effort to keep her poop inside of her. She kept repeating to herself that she could hold it, that 30 more minutes were nothing and she could reach the chamberpot before she utterly lost it. And amazingly, she still kept her composure during this state. Fifteen more minutes. "May the Creator be with---ooh" Helen could feel her face reddening as she just spurted in her panties. Her little freeze made the recruit look at her with a confused look. "--be with you." she continued. "I-I apologize. I am getting quite fatigued." "O-oh no, please don't apologize!" the female knight replied. "It must be tiring for Milady to stand here for such a long period of time. Really, what was the Pope thinking, telling Milady to do this?" Helen smiled hearing her concern. "It's fine. It's not his fault for I asked him to. I wish to know you all better. It is the least I could do to return your loyal servitude." "Y-youre too kind, milady!" she said, teary eyed. Behind her, Alicia was faring worse. She could tell that if she moved a muscle, she would lose control and she would mess all over her panties, right in front of everyone. If any of it actually leaked through her armor, her reputation would be finished. And then, a fly landed on her nose, making her sneeze. "A-ah, it's coming out..." she mumbled as she looked down, pursing her lips, with her face beet red. Her muscles automatically expelled all the mess she had been holding, first to her panties, then to her pants, and finally to her armor. The mush enveloped her entire butt, and she could smell the horrible stench starting to appear. "And with that, I conclude the ceremony of knighthood. You are all dismissed," the Pope announced. The recruits did as he told, going back to their barracks. "Saint Helen, are you all right, my dear? Your face looks quite pale," he said when he approached her. "Y-yes, Frederick, I-I'm fine. I-I just wish to rest." Helen said. "Of course. you must be tired for standing all those three hours. I've told you it would be hard but you wouldn't listen, my girl." "I-it is worth it, Frederick. I met many good soldiers today. This kingdom is in safe hands," Helen said, with a stiff smile. "Go on ahead then. I still need to talk with Alicia." Helen nodded as she slowly walked away from the field, with her hands on her lap. Her room was thankfully quite close. But it was situated on the third floor, so she would have to climb two set of stairs to reach her relief. Oh God, please help me, she thought to herself with a pursed lips. She put her right foot gingerly on the step. She lifted her body, her bladder threatening to let her urine loose. Every step was like torture to her. She was never this close to wetting herself before. But, she made it to her room with just a couple more leaks that only left a few unnoticeable drops on the stairs. The moment she arrived, she ran towards the chamberpot, throwing her slippers and pulling down her panties. "Oh, thank you, thank you my Lord," she muttered as she relieved herself above the pot. That was really close. A minute more, and she might just have exploded right in front of her room. Alicia slowly and subtly put a distance between her and the Saint and Pope after she messed herself. She intended to just walk off casually right when the ceremony was over. However, the old man Frederick called upon her, making her have to approach him. "The minister wishes to see you after--- my Lord, what is that smell?" Alicia's heart skipped a beat. "W-what smell, milord?" she asked, playing it cool. "That smell, it smells like something terribly rotten," "I-I do not know, milord. I don't smell anything. A-anyhow, if milord has no more business with me, then I shall take my leave." Alicia bowed to him, making her mess shift a little inside her armor. And then, she walked back to her room like nothing ever happened. Her armor had succeeded in containing all of her waste. (Just a little idea of mine, written to waste time. Feel free to write your own one shots here, Blooper.)
  3. January 14th 2017 Today, I've decided to have my hair down, with a nice gold coloured clip, blue g-string and bra, white knee length skirt, black pantyhose, red button shirt. (Of which I'm letting a bit of cleavage show ^^') It was mid day, and I was in the middle of a good book, until I heard a knock at the door. I put my coffee down and got up. I looked through the peep hole and I saw a badge, so I opened the door. "Excuse me ma'am" he started, "are you Jaylah Rose?" He asked. "Yes officer , what can I do for you?" I asked , wondering if I should be worried. "May I come in?" Asked the officer. I showed him in. "What is this in relations officer...?" I started to question. "Ward(en)" he finished. "I have on good authority that you've made a mess in several locations over a short period of time" he began. "Mess...?" I said, sounding a little guilt. "Let me read the list of charges" 1. Theater 2. School 3. My house 4. A workshop 5. Supposedly your home baking cookies 6. Your home again on your knees 7. Your home again on a ladder 8. By a supposed stalker 9. On top of a car in public 10. In your home with a supposed mr warden 11. In a private restaurant for money 12. Out in public caught by the police 13. In a hotel room after a dinner date 14. In your husbands cousins room at her old house, 15. Posed as a stripper, 16. Again at your house, "Oh..."I sighed. I finished my coffee and looked at the officer, who seemed to get an eyeful of my cleavage. "Maybe...we can work something out?"I asked as I un did a button of my shirt. "Bribing an officer?" Questioned ward(en). "I'm going to need to investigate the way the mess is made" he informed. "Excuse me?" I demanded "Are you implying that I'm guilty of your accusations?" "Well.." He started to say "your hot, you match the discription, show me what I need to see, plead guilty and I'll ensure the verdict goes soft on you" he stated. I looked down and un did another button with a mischievous smile. "I can't look guilty, but maybe I can cooperate with your investigation and lend u a helping hand?" I asked seductively looking down at his..."tent". "And how do you propose that?" He inquired. I spread my legs as I stood. "How did the suspect make a mess? Like this?" I bent over the counter "like this?" I lAid in a few compromising positions on the floor "any of these?" I stood up and went on my knees "like this?" I winked undoing his pants"this?" I whispered as I began to give him pleasure. I looked up and stopped "this?" I whispered softly as I continued, this time I started to pee, feeling the pee roll down between my legs onto the floor. "Like that" I heard him exhale as I continued to please him. It didn't take long to satisfy him, I finished peeing as soon as I stood up. He looked up and down at me. "I appriciate your cooperation in this investigation" he said. "Please come again soon officer" I said going back to clean up the mess ^^'
  4. Hello wet friends, I have a thing for girls with wide hips and large butts (big boobs don't hurt either). I did a quick search of the forums here but didn't find a thread specifically dedicated to curvy girls so I thought I'd start one. If there are others who wish to share their favorite models/videos, please add to the thread. Here is a great clip with Jazmyn to start things off: https://vk.com/videos167883956?z=video229516142_171010517%2Fpl_167883956_-2 I was going to upload the file here but I'm guessing it's not allowed here.
  5. But also to share. I hope she enjoys. and others too. My Movie.mp4
  6. Hi everybody! Are you ready? >:) It's been awhile but.......its time. It's time, for Kozmo-Lotto 4. Now if you're here and already excited you very likely know what this is! But just in case you're new to these parts and thinking to yourself, What the fuck is a Kozmo, why is there a lotto, why do I care? First off, I'm a Kozmo. The Lotto is my way of giving back to the site I love. If you're browsing this particular part of the forum, odds are you're going to care in a minute post some explaining. Essentially, I have a very specific thing I'm er, "famous" for here. I write experiences. Not to brag, but my experiences are collectively the highest rated on the site. Hell, if you could sort by rep still, you'd see some of my early experiences are in the top 10 posts in this forum in terms of sheer rep count. This isn't for lack of trying, I try to be modest, but apparently a lot of people like them! I'm told I'm good at writing them! Now, if you've gotten curious, you might have gone to read one in the middle of reading this post. Did you like it? Do you want more? Do you perhaps, through some magic manner, want something to happen to me that I can write about that is completely personalized to your tastes? THAT is what the lotto is for, my friend. Basically, in the most non-prostitutional way possible, some lucky person is going to be able to make a request of me. Something along the lines of "You know, I'd like you to drink as much as you can and play guitar hero at your local arcade until you can't hold it." Something like that. Get as creative as you'd like. You get to create your own KozmoFox accident, and I will write about it here. Want a bit more specific detail? Good, because I'm about to paste half of the schtick from previous lotto posts! You get to construct one of my accidents. You describe a place, maybe a thing to do, a general type of attire, stuff like that. I go to the place, I do the thing, I drink an absolute ton until....you know how that ends. And I hopefully make it back unnoticed because being seen after a wetting isn't really my thing. You know how it is. As always, I will not take an outlandish request. I'm not going to walk into class, sit on my profs desk, and wet myself. I'm not going to crawl into bed with my friend, and wet the bed. You know what I'm getting at, just be reasonable please! Do so, and you get to make me have an accident somewhere, some way!~ Create your ideal KozmoFox experience! TO PARTICIPATE! Go here: https://www.wizards.com/d20modern/d20mdice/dice.htm Its a dice roller Make one roll, one roll only, on the d100. Screencap, post image in thread with your request/idea. I myself have rolled a number on the d100, not telling what it is, and whomever in the thread has rolled closest to my number by the deadline (Which is either a week from now, or 2 weeks, haven't decided, will decide based on participation) will have their request fulfilled.~ And I will write one of my experiences on what happens as a result of said request, and post the story here in the experiences forum. Sounds like a sweet deal, no? And like last time... SOME RULES, BECAUSE IM NO FUN: 1. Do not request pictures or video. There is a very select few very close friends on this site that have seen me, and its going to stay that way, and literally only one person I've ever sent omo pictures to and that is also staying that way. I don't do pictures or video. You'll have to rely on my oh-so-slick writers mind.~ 2. Don't use your request to try and weasel me into a holding contest or something. If I had a dollar for every single person on this site thats asked that of me I'd be one rich bitch, eh? 3. No outlandish or stupid requests, ESPECIALLY those aimed at expressly humiliating me. This is a big step for me in the omorashi way, it's a miracle I'm making this lotto a thing. So I'm not going to go pee in front of my history professor, or wet myself in the passenger seat of my grandmas car right next to her, or anything like that. I shouldn't have to give examples, you know what I mean. 4. I'm not giving away my exact location. Or even semi-general location. Don't ask what the name of the mall nearest me is for your request, I'm not stupid. 5. A new addition to the rules, NO COUNCIL. For those who aren't in the know, I'd really rather not do things like diapers. Not my thing. So...You get all that? Yes? No? Hopefully! If not, feel free to drop any questions below! Otherwise, make those rolls, and post those screenshots and requests! Let the fourth annual Kozmo-Lotto, the first of 2017... BEGIN!!!!!
  7. When 23 year-old Rose Manning first got into teaching, she was warned about various aspects of the job. The pay isn't good enough, the workload is overwhelming, the kids are bastards - all warnings which Rose was all too familiar with. Fresh out of university, she had been lucky to find herself a job helping out with music lessons at a comprehensive school in south London. As a student teacher, she didn't expect to take many classes to start with, however she was excited about many of the opportunities for her to improve her skills, for instance, she had been put in charge of running the lower school choir for the upcoming term. She finally felt like an adult, working a full time job, living in a small flat with one of her best friends from school, eating properly cooked meals rather than the diet of Pot Noodles and takeway curries she enjoyed at university. She woke up on the morning of her first day feeling like she was ready to begin her new life. She'd finally got out of a fairly miserable fourteen month relationship with a guy who studied music with her at uni, and she felt free to meet new people, to start enjoying herself again. Rose had never been much of a morning person, but the adrenaline got her straight out of bed once her alarm rang at 6:00. Of course, the fact she was bursting for the loo also helped quicken her decision to climb out of bed and into the bathroom. She sighed as she emptied her bladder into the toilet, whilst doing the normal check of all her social media profiles at the same time. Wiping herself, before flushing the toilet, she began to shower, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on her barely blemished skin, as she ran shampoo through her luscious blonde hair. Though Rose was too modest to admit it, she really was beautiful, with her long blonde hair and stunning figure. She often found herself being cat-called on the streets by perverts, and leered at by 17 year old virgins, while she'd also been warned not to tolerate any of that sort of behaviour from the pupils she would be teaching in the upcoming months. Feeling sufficiently clean, she turned the shower off and began to dry herself. Rose opted for a tight black skirt, black tights and a smart white shirt, eager to make a good impression on the first day. After she finished getting ready, Rose headed downstairs, made herself a coffee and put the radio on. Dancing along to the music as she buttered her toast, her housemate Ellie came into the kitchen. "Someone's in a good mood!" Ellie exclaimed, wearily rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "I'm just so excited, I really feel I can make a difference to these kid's lives!" Rose answered, taking a long slip of her coffee afterwards. "Fuck off Rose, you sound like an advert for the clinically deluded," Ellie moaned, running her hands through her long brown curly hair, still messy from the night's sleep. Rose just lifted her middle finger in response, as she swigged some more coffee. Rose loved Ellie, she really did, but her pessimistic attitude didn't half irritate her. But then again, maybe that's just what she needed, someone to keep her grounded. Ellie had spent the last two months telling Rose how much she'd hate teaching, which she had managed to ignore for the most part. Of course there was an element of nervousness for Rose, but she was determined to flush out that feeling with positivity. Finishing her coffee, she gathered her things together, and headed towards the door. "Have a good day at work Ellie!" Rose shouted. "I won't," Ellie replied. "Don't you have anything to say to me?" Rose tried to press her housemate for some words of encouragement. "Don't cry on the first day," Ellie sarcastically responded. Don't cry on the first day. Solid advice, Rose thought to herself, as she closed the door behind her. It was still just about summer in England, so the walk to the tube station was perfectly pleasant, as Rose began to mentally prepare herself for the day ahead. Okay so it's assembly this morning, then Year 8 music first two lessons, then choir at lunch. God, I wonder what the Year 8's will be like, they were always the worst year when I was younger. Rose continued to think through the walk, before she found herself at the tube station. She heard the train coming in, so she quickly ran towards the platform, and jumped on a tube packed with commuters. This wasn't how she pictured the start of her new London life, crammed into a small metallic train with 50 other sweaty strangers. After twenty minutes she found herself at the right stop, so she ungracefully elbowed her way out of the carriage, and onto the platform. Rose found herself swept up by the sea of commuters, heading towards the exit door. As she slowly moved out of the station, her eye was drawn towards the sign for the ladies toilets. Ooh, I could really do with a wee, she thought to herself. However she didn't want to be late, and besides, she wasn't going to pay 30p for the privilege to do something she could do for free in less than half an hour. After a short walk, she found herself at the gates of her new school. She took in her surroundings, the faint smell of weed, the five Year 10 kids aggressively hitting a football against the wall, the worn down school building in all its glory. It wasn't exactly Hogwarts, but shit, it was an actual school that actually wanted her. She looked at her watch, 8:17am, she was running slightly late for her meeting with the headteacher. She asked a surly looking teenager to point her in the direction of the headmaster's office, and began to walk down to begin her life as a student teacher. She found the office easily enough, and noticed the ladies toilets right next door. Perfect, I'll duck in here quickly before the meeting. However just as Rose was prepared to make her way to the loo, she was interrupted by a voice. "Miss Manning, welcome, I was beginning to think you'd changed your mind," the headteacher joked, with a hint of passive-aggression in his voice. Alright, I was only four minutes late you dick. "Mr Williams, thanks so much for the opportunity, sorry, the commute took slightly longer than I expected, new to London and everything!" Rose laughed. "Don't worry, I understand. Shall we go through?" Mr Williams asked. Rose debated asking if she could go to the loo first, but she didn't want to piss off the head on her first day. She wasn't that desperate yet, as long as she could relieve herself soon. "Sure!" After ten minutes, Mr Williams led Rose to the staff room to meet the rest of her new colleagues. Rose didn't quite pluck up the courage to ask if she could go to the toilet after leaving the head's office, and the effect of the coffee from that morning was beginning to take its toll. At uni, Rose had been the subject of mockery for her tiny bladder. When out in the evenings, Rose was always the first one to find herself in desperate need of relief, and on occasion, she had even resorted to peeing in darkened alleyways, or in one instance, in an empty water bottle on the deserted top floor of the no. 68 bus. In her adult life, she had only wet herself twice, once was during Glastonbury when she was 19, when she was in the queue for the toilet and holding it became too painful, while the other time was during a hockey match at uni, where she had a full bladder hit with the full force of a hockey stick. To this day, that was one of the most embarrassing days of her life, and while her friends were all sympathetic, she hadn't played hockey since, despite being twice player of the year for her university. Since realising just how small her bladder is, Rose had always made sure to use the toilet whenever one was available, even if she didn't really have to go that badly. "So everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Miss Manning, who will be joining us as of today. She will be assisting our music teachers, as well as taking some of the extra curricular clubs too. I'm sure you'll make her feel very welcome. I need to go and prepare for assembly now; Mrs Tyler, would you be able to show Miss Manning the ropes from here?" Mrs Tyler nodded, warmly grinning at Rose, as the head left the room. "Hi Rose, great to see you again, how are you doing?" Mrs Tyler asked. Beth Tyler was a brown haired woman in her early thirties, who had met Rose during her interview. "Oh really well thanks, so excited to get stuck in, I've been looking forward to this for a while." Rose politely sipped on the cup of coffee the head gave her in his office. "Oh that's lovely to hear. So it's whole school assembly in a few minutes, then I hear you're going to be helping me with my Year 8 class, is that correct?" she asked. "Yes, so hopefully a nice easy start for me," Rose laughed, trying to gauge Beth's reaction to that comment. Beth laughed nervously "They can be a challenging bunch, but don't worry, it's your first day, I wouldn't expect you to have to deal with them alone yet." "Oh that's a relief." The thought of relief reminded Rose of her nagging bladder. "By the way, where are the toilets in here?" "They're just round the corner there," Beth pointed them out to her. Rose finished the last of her coffee, then wandered over to the loos. She pushed the door, but to no avail. Fuck, someone's in there. She crossed her legs as she stood next to the adjacent wall, waiting for the occupant to finish so she could relieve herself. The first coffee had hit her bladder, and now she was pretty desperate to go. She certainly didn't want to leave it too much longer, as the second coffee would make its way down soon. Looking at her watch, she realised it would be assembly soon, and she'd rather sit through that crossing her legs, than miss the start of it and get into trouble on her first day. She reluctantly made her way round the corner, to see Beth waiting for her. "Better?" she asked. "Sorry? Oh yeah, much better thanks," Rose replied. Why did I say that? I'm going to look like I have the bladder of a three year old if I go before break now. You idiot. "Great, these assemblies are pretty boring most of the time, but they're only once a week at least," Beth joked. As the two headed into assembly, Rose began mentally working out a way to get to a toilet without seeming like she had a bladder condition. For now, she would just have to hold it.
  8. [[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.
  9. Hello, I'm Dan. I'm new(ish) around here. Please be kind, you are all my heroes. I'm really into seeing girls pee themselves but I am also partial to the odd wetting myself. I've never had the pleasure of the company of a woman that enjoys male wetting. I was wondering if any ladies here are into this aspect of wetting and, if so, what clothes they enjoy seeing guys wet? I'm not into guys but welcome any responses on the topic. Why ever not? I often wet when I ride my bike as I really enjoy peeing in my cycling shorts. Feels good Anyway, sorry for not introducing myself properly and apologies if this has been posted before. No doubt it has, but hey. Have a wet one, Dan x
  10. Okay time for a little market research which I and hopefully other omo authors can use to accurately gauge your interest in topics. This only really works if several people answer (so things don't become bias), so please share this topic with your friends! For each of the below, please answer with a number: 1- It repulses me, I'll stop reading at the first mention. 2- It don't enjoy it but can tolerate reading about it. 3- I've vaguely enjoy it to the point where it intrigues me. 4- It turns me on. 5- I find it very hot. For those interested in what I like, I've replied below. Who's Involved? A: Male B: Female C: Transvestite D: Transgender Clothing E: Nude F: Partially clothed G: Fully clothed smart H: Fully clothed casual I: Using a diaper The act J: Normal bathroom use K: Peeing in a container L: Peeing on the floor M: Peeing in a chair N: Peeing in bed O: Deliberate pee P: Accidental pee Q: Desperation R: A 'clean' stream S: Getting pee on them self T: Getting pee on others Sexualisation U: Peeing during masturbation V: Peeing during heterosexual sex W: Peeing during homosexual sex (male) X: Peeing during homosexual sex (female) Y: Peeing during oral sex. Z: Peeing during foreplay. Location: i: Inside workplace ii: Inside abandoned industrial iii: Inside domestic iv: Outside urban v: Outside suburban vi: Outside rural Related fetishes (only answer if you want to): AA: Loli AB: Coprophilia AC: Dominance and submission AD: Foot AE: Salirophilia AF: Voyeurism Thank you in advance! For those authors that are interested, I'll set up a separate topic to post average results in if this is successful. Keep an eye out for the link. In the meantime, please post your own answers!
  11. just some commissions and free time stuff i did that have pee and what not~
  12. It was a terrible thing to do, but I couldn't help it. He was a bully, and everyone hated him. But, when he fell through the ice and drowned, we all went to his funeral. Maybe we just wanted to get out of a half day of school. Anyway, there was a big crowd at the funeral. We stood in line and paid our respects to his parents, whom most of us had never seen and would never see again. Then we sat quietly around the room and talked. Occasionally we mentioned the reason for our being there, but not often. He just wasn't a pleasant memory. They had a good spread of eats in the back room, so we all eventually migrated in that direction. Someone got thirsty and opened the refrigerator and discovered several cases of beer. Beer at a funeral? No way. But there it was, cold and inviting. Of course, high schoolers aren't supposed to imbibe, so we discreetly spirited a case into the men's room, and converted it into urine. No one got shit faced. One guy knocked off four, I had three, and two or three seemed about the limit for everyone else. When it was time for the funeral to start, we dutifully drained our bladders, popped a breath mint, and went back to where the service would be. It was a nice service, as funerals go. Several people said nice things about the dearly departed -- all lies, of course -- but it sounded nice. A recorded soprano screeched out "Amazing Grace," and we all filed out to get in our cars. It took a while to carry out those thousands of dollars of wilting flowers, but finally we headed out to the cemetery. Some idiot decided to take us all by the school, and then their house, so it took half an hour or so to reach the cemetery, which was five minutes away. As we walked up to the grave, some funeral guys handed each one of us a flower. What a waste; but what the hey? It wasn't my money. Someone suggested that we were expected to place the flowers on the casket, which turned out to be the case. If a prayer's value be measured by its length, the preacher surely got an "A." It think he even mentioned the dearly departed a time or two. Then there was a shaking of hands and whispers of sympathy to those favored with seats for the ordeal. The funeral director handed the preacher an envelope, and patted him on the shoulder. Then, it was time to file by the grave and lay our flowers on the casket. Family first, then friends, then the rest of us. As we had hung back from the funeral tent, we were among the last to file by. By this time, my three beers had metamorphosed into urine and quite filled my bladder. Nearing the grave, I realized the ludicrous irony of thinking about my bladder, instead of the guy in the box. The dis-inhibiting effect of beer got to me at the graveside, and as I lay my flower on the casket, I burst out laughing so hard I peed my pants. Of course, there is nothing like warm pee running down your legs to make you laugh harder, so, as everyone turned to stare at the fool by the grave, I emptied three cans of erstwhile beer down my legs and into the grave. By the time we got to the car, everyone was laughing historically. When we finally got ourselves somewhat under control and able into get into the car, we drove to my house so I could change, and everyone else could pee properly in the toilet. In an hour we were back at school, but not before everyone had heard the story. It was several days before the catcalls of "I Piss on your grave," died down, but my reputation was made. Suddenly, I had friends I never knew about. After all, I was the guy who got the best of the bully.
  13. Drawing various pokemorphs in omo/wetting related scenes. Possibly down the line a small mini-comic. Post requests, I'll pick a few! (Also it will assist me in getting better at art)
  14. Let's first take a small detour before we hit the road with this one, as there is one thing I'd like to adress before we get started with the story. So who here remebers the ending to FFXIII Lightning Returns, where *SPOILERS AHEAD* she steps off the train into a modern looking world, with what appears to be plains and a car driving by? I do, and for those of you who arn't the big nerd that I am, you may not already know that FFXV was supposed to be a Nova Crystalis game when it was first thought of in 2006. Yes, I said "2006" as in about 10 years ago. Back then, FFXV was known as "Final Fantasy Versus XIII" and was going to be, as I've said before, a Final Fantasy that takes place in the Nova Crystalis world, aka that of FFXIII. FFXV is no longer connected to FFXIII though, but I write this fanfic with the idea that it somewhat is, maybe I've twisted this in my own mind somewhat too much, but to make this story work, I'm retying the threads between FFXV and FFXIII to add in a certain special someone to my fanfic, and you may already know who she is. With that out of the way, I do bid you to enjoy the chapter and leave a comment with your thoughts. Chapter 1: Before the Storm It wasn't very long after King Regis CXIII of Lucis agreed to sign the peace treaty with the Empire of Niflheim, ruled by Emperor Iedolas Aldercept, that the Empire played a deadly hand on Lucis, successfully manipulating the entire nation of Lucis into it's foul trap. The day of the signing, Niflheim struck the final blow it needed to take Lucis, and with it, the all powerful Crystal that Lucis protected. This is where our story begins, with a group of four girls from Regis's Kingsglaive just before the Siege of Insomnia, before the fall of the great capital of Lucis, the day of the signing. It was a regular day, all except for the big thing going on at the Citadel this evening, the signing of the peace treaty that would finally end this useless war between the great kingdom of Lucis, and the great Empire of Niflheim. Or at least that's what Helena thought, a young member of the King's Kingsglaive, granted the special powers of the King, by the King. She walked over to her friend Alissia, who was on the couch trying to get some rest before the big night. Helena walked up, the question dragging on her mind "You think they're really going to go through with this? Seems a little strange to just cut all tensions with Lucis and offer to sign a peace treaty... Don'tcha think?" Alissia couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong either, it all felt so weird. "Let's hope they do, otherwise we're sorta... screwed. Now can a girl get her sleep?" Alissia leans back on the couch as she says this, putting her hands behind her head in an attempt to take a nap. Helena stepped away, being the good friend she was, to try and allow her friend to get some well needed rest, being that it was going to be a long and uneasy night. Just then, Yuri walks in the door, and sits down on the couch next to Alissia, who shot straight up and looked at her with a tired gaze. "Really Yuri? Can I not just take a nap?" She'd sight. "Guess not." She got up and headed over to the restroom. Yuri just looked at her with a confused stare, since she didn't understand why her friend was all so grumpy all the sudden. Helena looked over. "It's the King, he's signing a peace treaty with the Niffs tonight." Yuri looked at her. "What!? The Niffs want a peace treaty with us and the King is giving it to them!? That's crazy, Helena. You and me both know it, those Niffs don't want anything more than our land and stuff." Helena nodded. "Yeah. Seems strange that the king would just *Sign* a peace treaty with the guys who have been our #1 enemy for so many years now... then again, we weren't at the battle earlier this week. Rumor has it that the Niffs just up and left for no real reason. Maybe they're using it as an excuse to say 'See? We want peace too!' which we all know is a load of bull." Just then, Alissia came back from the restroom with the same tired look in her eyes. "Talking about the treaty again? Somehow I knew that would be the first topic of discussion with you too. You should wait until our 'Guest' comes over." Yuri looked over. "What guest? No one told us about any guest." Alissia shot back a quick response. "Some gal with a noticeably different hair color and a strange sword. Needed a place to stay for the night and the guys up top decided we're the hosts. Gotta be someone special if they're making us play host, right?" Helena looked at the door, then at Alissia. "Yeah, guess you're right. When is she arriving, again?" Alissia checked her smartphone. "Oh, 'bout an hour from now, I think is safe to say." Yuri nodded her head. The 3 girls talked about the treaty for a bit, until the doorbell rang. "I'll get it" Helena got up to get the door. She was in for quite the pleasant surprise when she opened the door to see a woman at the door, with a strange blade sheathed at her side and rose colored hair. "Staying the night, are you?" The woman replied. "Yeah, I guess you can say that." Helena let her in, closing the door behind her. Yuri got up first, looking at the strange woman. "Sooo... What's your name again?" The woman simply looked in Yuri's eyes for a split second before she spoke. "Call me Lightning, or Light for short." Something in Alissia's head clicked when she heard that, but she couldn't figure out exactly what it was she was remembering... was it a lecture from her high school history class? Maybe it was the fact that Lightning was probably named after the energy that comes from clouds during thunderstorms, lightning. "Nice to meet 'ya, Light." Alissia had shrugged off her last thoughts and decided to greet her. Lightning looked around the room. "Cheeky. I told you my name, but you haven't told me yours yet. Care to share?" The 3 girls looked at eachother. Helena spoke first. "I'm Helena, and this is-" Helena was cut off by Yuri, who abruptly came in "I'm Yuri! Nice to meet you, Lightning!" Alissia spoke last, introducing herself. "I'm Alissia. How's it goin'?" Lightning walked over to the small chair next to the couch and sat down, looking around the apartment. "So, is there a bed somewhere for me to sleep in, or am I sleeping on the floor tonight?" Helena got up, pointing to the door leading to a private room. "You can sleep there, you'll probably need the privacy, since they're supposed to be serving drinks at the party tonight and they're letting the Kingsglaive have a few drinks during the celebrations" She'd chuckle. Lightning would simply look over to the room, getting up. "Alright then. I guess I should get settled in." Alissia got up and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV, sitting back down. "Yup, no need to delay, huh? No.. big peace treaty celebrations or anything like that to worry about, haha." She leaneed back on the couch. Lightning walked over and went into the room. It wasn't much, but it was a lot nicer than the Leville she stayed at in Lestallum, with a modern style and a great view of the city from the high rise. She noticed a small desk and a few drawers for any clothes she might have brought, which she didn't, and her bed, located in the back of the room. She got her small box, probably containing a necklace or piece of jewelry of sorts, from her pocket and set it down on the shelf next to her bed. On the front it was labeled with "Serah" Helena sat down on the couch alongside her friends to watch some TV while they waited for the initial celebrations to begin, Helena deciding to put it out there one more time... "Tonight's the big night, guys. Let's not forget our uniforms, we're going to want to look nice for the occasion!
  15. male

    Happy New Year! I came up with a handful of new scenarios over the holidays, so we'll see how this semester goes in terms of writing productivity. Enjoy! **** “Mitch, how far should we string those streamers?” “Mitchell, is this enough for the freshman hallways?” “Hart, do we turn on these black lights now or wait until Monday?” Squaring his shoulders, Mitchell Hartfield put on his most in-control smile, the look that made teachers and students alike feel comforted and placated. “Rob, the streamers go all the way to Mr. Harrison’s room. Joey, put a banner across that last set of lockers, and that’ll be good. Brendan, turn them on to check that they’re all working, then turn them off for the weekend. We’ll get them again on Monday.” The questioners all nodded, as if Mitch had just offered the sagest advice in history, then turned to finish their assigned tasks. Mitch exhaled and looked around, surveying his fellow students and workers as they put the finishing touches on the spirit week decorations. This being one of the most expensive all-male private schools in Chicago, the decorations weren’t the standard paper and cardboard. The “streamers” Rob was hanging were carefully measured strips of silvery satin, and the banners were hand-painted canvas. The overall effect was spirited, yet classy – organized, as opposed to the typical chaos of teen-led spirit weeks. “Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni, the young faculty director of the pep club, interrupted Mitch’s silent appraisal. “Yes, sir?” “It’s 5:30, Mr. Hartfield. We don’t have access to the school any longer,” Like all of the instructors at the academy, Mr. Missoni referred to his pupils by their last names, as a sign of respect. Mitch drew his brows together momentarily. He hadn’t realized how late it was and was a bit stunned that over 2 hours had passed since he’d started working on the decorations. “Of course, sir,” Mitch demurred before directing his voice toward the teens in the hall. “Gentlemen!” he called, loud but not grating, “Thank you all for your work! Please finish what you’re working on immediately, collect your materials, and deposit them back in Room 118. Our time is up.” The dozen or so remaining pep club members moved in a flurry of obedience – not out of fear or simple deference to authority, but out of genuine respect for Mitch and his leadership. Hartfields were leaders. It was something Mitch had heard, both from his family and from teachers, friends, and other adults, throughout his life. His father was a former Senator who was now the board chairman of one of the largest city charities. His mother, the CEO of the fastest-growing advertising agency in the Midwest. His older sister, Veronica, was junior class president at Northwestern and had already completed a prestigious business internship the previous summer. So it was wholly expected that Mitch would excel at the academy, which he did. Now, in the first semester of his senior year, he was in charge of planning spirit week in addition to all of the typical coursework and college applications. Mitchell didn’t mind the work; he enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment and the pride that came with earning the respect of his peers and teachers. The respect that now had young men trimming the last imaginary frayed edges off of fabric and collecting the remaining materials to take back to the storage room. In less than five minutes, the hallway was completed, and the boys were saying good-bye to Mitch as he surveyed their work. “Thank you, Mr. Hartfield,” Mr. Missoni commented as the remaining boys cleared out. “I’ll see you in class on Monday.” “Thank you Mr. Missoni.” Normally, faculty members would be the last to leave, but it was late on a Friday, and no one distrusted Mitch to be the last one in the building, so Mr. Missoni had already turned to leave. Before he had a chance to enjoy the silence a bit, Mitch grimaced. In the hours he’d been working – and really, since lunch period – he hadn’t used the restroom, and now, his bladder was asserting its need. It was another habit of the Hartfields: work took precedence, especially leadership projects. Mitch and his sister had been raised to postpone the fulfillment of their own needs until the least intrusive moment. Over the years, Mitch had grown so proficient at the practice that he could go for hours without even noticing hunger, exhaustion, or, as was currently being demonstrated, the need to use the restroom. Mitch knew he was alone, but he still double-checked the hallways before pressing his thighs together. He really was quite full, much to his own dismay. As he reached for his uniform blazer and messenger bag that he’d carefully draped over the back of a chair, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Mitch started far more than he would have, had his need not been so urgent, and barely stopped himself from shoving his hand between his thighs. The notification of his phone was a schedule reminder, bright against the dark background. “Pick up Mom” Cursing internally, Mitch slipped his blazer on. Of course. He’d promised to drive his mother home from work, and he’d set a reminder for what he considered the latest possible time he could leave and still arrive at his mom’s office building on time. Now, using the restroom didn’t even cross Mitch’s mind as a possibility. His mother, Anne Hartfield, did not abide by lateness, and certainly not when it came from her well-trained son. Mitch was already walking briskly to his car. As the crow flies, his mother’s office building wasn’t that far away, but Friday night Chicago rush hour meant at least a half-hour trip, and Anne always left the office at 6:30 sharp on Fridays. It would be fine; he’d make the trip as quickly as possible, then use the restroom at his mother’s agency. He checked the clock as he started the late-model BMW. 6:42. By his own calculations, he had about 10 minutes of wiggle room to account for traffic that would still allow him time to use the toilet before arriving in his mom’s office. He knew Chicago well enough that any unusual delays – accidents or otherwise blocked streets – shouldn’t be a problem. He’d be able to navigate around obstructions fairly easily. If he could control himself, of course. Almost as soon as he pulled onto the street, Mitch felt his urgency return. Fine. It’s fine. Hartfields always take responsibility for their own actions, and Mitch had chosen to forgo using the restroom since lunch, so now it was his responsibility to hold his urine and reach his mother’s office by the expected time. If Mitch had been prone to rumination, he would’ve stewed over all of the decisions that had led him to this point; he’d marvel over how desperate felt, when 10 minutes ago, he quite literally didn’t notice any signals from his body. But Mitchell been raised to believe that brooding was useless. Problem solving was the only acceptable reaction to unfortunate situations, and right now, his problem was a dangerously full bladder. Mitch clenched his jaw as he tried to keep control by just squeezing his abdominal and thigh muscles. For a few minutes, in the comparatively light traffic around the academy, those methods worked, but by the time he reached the beltway, he couldn’t help but actively press his knees together. Traffic slowed, and Mitch was a half-second too slow in his reactions, necessitating a rather more forceful application of the brakes than comfortable. He stopped the car with plenty of space to spare, but felt a thoroughly unnerving spurt of urine dampen his boxer-briefs. In an instant, Mitch was gripping himself, frantically, trying to regain a feeling of mastery over his own body. The clutching helped, and as he eased off the brake pedal, he was also able to loosen his hold, but the ease didn’t last long. After less than a minute, he felt another surge from his bladder. Mitch glanced around unnecessarily to confirm that no one from other cars was looking at him. Of course, no one was; people rarely pay attention to others during rush hour, but, per another unspoken Hartfield rule, drawing attention to your own body was forbidden, if other people were watching. No one was watching. Mitch’s bladder was exceptionally full; he’d actually wet himself a tiny bit already. He was on the highway and didn’t currently have time to stop without risking lateness in picking up his mother. The inescapable habits of being a Hatfield and the demands of the current situation both allowed and required, respectively, Mitch to thrust his hand between his legs, grasping his dick tightly. Mitch blushed slightly, but Hartfields did what had to be done, especially if no one was around to see the more unsavory methods being employed. And now, Mitch was acting in ways that would surely appall his parents. As he drove toward downtown, Mitch no longer harbored any delusions of being able to keep both hands on the wheel. Holding himself definitely felt more secure, but even being reduced to such a state was disconcerting. Still, Mitch focused on the problem solving. In this case, holding himself like a child was necessary, if undesirable. The traffic wasn’t too bad, but by the time Mitch reached downtown, he couldn’t stop squirming. He was practically massaging his dick, kneading the flesh under the fabric of his pants in an unconscious attempt to mitigate the feeling of urgency. His thighs were moving in all directions – flapping his knees in and out, bouncing up and down, moving side to side while pressed together. On some level, Mitch acknowledged that this was probably not a safe way to drive, but the movement was barely under his control at this point. Just after 6:15, Mitch made it to the parking garage in his mother’s building. Without realizing is, he started fully bouncing in his seat as he navigated the dark loops of parking spaces. Nearly all of the spaces were empty, but his mother would expect him to park next to her parking space (never in it, even if it was unoccupied), which was closest to the elevator on the top level of the garage. Mitch’s knuckles were white between his legs as he somehow managed to park straight. He turned the car off but sat for a few moments, using the larger range of motion possible when not driving to squeeze and writhe frenetically in an effort to decrease the feeling of immediacy as much as possible before exiting the car. While he wriggled, Mitch went over the logistics in his head. His mother’s agency occupied the top 5 floors of the 20-story building, with his mother’s office naturally on top. He had the code to the private elevator that he’d parked by, so he could go straight up. The 16th floor, where all the interns and new employees worked, was almost certain to be empty at this time on a Friday, but he’d have to be careful. The bathroom was down the hall and to the left from the parking elevator, if he remembered correctly… His need feeling quite a bit less dire, Mitch grabbed his keys, opened the door, and exited the car. And lost all control. The gravity of standing, the change of position was the death knell for Mitch’s bladder. Liquid gushed out past his still-clutched hand, soaking down the front of his uniform khakis. A small “Oh!” escaped Mitch’s mouth. For a few moments, he was more stunned than anything. It genuinely hadn’t occurred to him that he wouldn’t make it to a toilet. Yes, his need had been spectacular, but he hadn’t actually wet himself since he was a toddler, and he’d had no intention of doing so now. Yet wet himself, he did. Streams of urine poured down both legs of his pants, with rivulets bursting from the fabric in multiple spots. The sheer volume was far too much for the cloth to absorb. In seconds, hot fluid started dripping heavily onto the concrete floor, the pattering sound deafening in the empty garage. The noise made Mitch’s stomach contract with guilt, but he could do nothing to stem the miserable flow. Panting with overwhelming physical reliefs, Mitch tried to get ahold of his racing thoughts, but he was too overwhelmed to make a plan. The sensation of peeing uncontrollably in his school uniform was too devastating to get past. At some point, Mitch realized that he was no longer going, though the sound of liquid trickling off the cuffs of his pants still echoed through the garage. Exhaling shakily, he started to stand up straight. He took a step forward, not quite sure where he was going yet, but stopped abruptly as a final spurt of urine fell from his bladder, streaming directly down his right leg. This, more than anything, nearly broke Mitch. His legs almost gave out, and he stumbled against the still-open driver’s side door. The idea that he not only wet himself, but had so little awareness of his own body that he didn’t know he wasn’t done, went against everything Mitch had been raised to believe about himself. Mitch realized that his lower lip was trembling and quickly bit down to stop the shaking. His Hartfield habits were kicking in; crying was unacceptable. He had to be responsible for his own actions. Though his insides still writhed with shame, Mitch started moving. First, he checked his watch; he still had 7 minutes to reach his mother’s office. Her secretary was almost certainly gone by now, so if he went straight to his mother’s floor, no one would see him. Except his mother. Mitch closed his eyes for a moment, mentally preparing for the inevitable confrontation. This was his fault; he would have to accept whatever reaction his mother deemed appropriate. Looking down, Mitch’s stomach twisted anew upon seeing the glistening wetness all down the front of his pants. Grimacing, he started to grab sections of material, squeezing out the excess liquid, so as not to drip in the elevator. He had to suppress his gag reflex when he saw the amount of piss being wrung from the material. When he finally finished, he grudgingly wiped his hands on the still-dry hips of his pants. Mitch checked his watch again as he entered the elevator – he was right on time. He straightened his shoulders, readying to enter his mother’s domain. Thankfully, the secretary was gone for the night, so Mitch was able to cross the waiting area unseen. He gently knocked on the tall, sleek doors to Anne’s office, sliding in at his mother’s distracted invitation. Mitch stood just inside the door, painfully aware of the heaviness of his pants hanging from his belt. His mother was arranging papers in a filing cabinet, her back to him. “Thank you for coming, dear,” she said formally. “I hope traffic wasn’t too ba-“ Anne cut herself off as she turned around and saw her 18-year-old son standing in front of her, pants utterly drenched. “Mitchell,” Anne raised an eyebrow coolly. “What is this?” “I hhhad an accident,” Mitch responded, then instantly hated himself for allowing his voice to stick on the second word. Anne’s eyebrow remained arched. “Why didn’t you use the bathroom on the interns’ floor?” With great effort, Mitch managed not to flinch. He’d known that he’d have to explain himself. “I didn’t make it.” Anne’s lips were pressed into a thin line. “Do I need to alert the janitorial staff?” “No, ma’am,” Mitch raised his chin slightly to counteract the natural droop of humiliation. Anne’s upper lip curled ever so slightly. “Then does your car require cleaning?” “No, ma’am,” Mitch repeated, keeping his voice steady. This was all the consequence of his own actions, after all. “Mmmm,” Anne trusted her son, despite her disappointment. He’d kept his word in arriving on time, at least. Still, failure to make it to the toilet wasn’t acceptable. Anne strode to her closet and smoothly pulled the plastic casing off her dry-cleaned spare suit. “Here,” she held out the plastic to her son. “No sense in spreading the mess to your car seat, then.” “Yes, ma’am,” Sitting on the dry-cleaning plastic was actually a great plan, and Mitch was oddly grateful for his mother’s logic. “Come along, then,” Anne’s voice was clipped. “No sense in dawdling.” Mother and son remained silent in the elevator, though Mitch saw his mother sneer when she saw the size of the puddle he’d made in the garage. His stomach clenched guiltily; there was something about his mother seeing the full evidence of his accident that made Mitch feel doubly ashamed. He unlocked to car doors and carefully placed the plastic on the driver’s seat as Anne situated herself on the passenger side. The drive home took 20 painfully long minutes. Mitch kept his posture straight and his eyes clear, though, internally, he was contorted with humiliation and anxiety. Anne turned to her son before they entered the house. “Dinner is at 7:30. I trust that’s enough time to make yourself presentable.” She didn’t wait for an answer leaving Mitch to follow her slowly inside. Up in his room, Mitch took a much quicker shower than he would have liked. Given his current mental state, he could have stayed under the hot water for hours, but Hartfields don’t mope. Instead, Mitch toweled off his hair, dressed in appropriate evening clothes, then reluctantly gathered his soiled pants, underwear, and socks to take to the laundry Realistically, he could have left it for the housekeeper over the weekend, but the desires to avoid a smell and, more powerfully, to avoid sharing his accident with anyone else, propelled him to do his own washing. In the laundry room, Mitch was just opening the washing machine when he heard soft footsteps behind him. “Hey.” For the first time that day, Mitch blushed. “Please don’t look at me,” he murmured. Obligingly, his sister turned around, leaning her back against the doorjamb. “Alright. I’m not looking.” Home for the weekend, a usual practice for the local student, Veronica had heard her mom and brother arrived, noticed the tension, and had gotten a brief, somewhat incredulous explanation from Anne. “Thank you,” Mitch said, though he shuddered at the unexpected interruption. After a moment, Veronica spoke again. “Are you OK?” Irritatingly, Mitch felt his eyes fill with tears, and he took a deep breath before responding. “I’ll be fine. It was my fault.” “It was an accident, Mitch,” Veronica said gently, still not looking into the laundry room. Mitch’s stomach flipped at the word. Most people wouldn’t have heard his breath hitch, but Veronica had more experience than anyone at growing up a Hartfield and all of the emotion-suppression techniques that came with it. When she heard the washing machine lid close and the cycle start, she took the chance to step into the room, placing a hand on her younger brother’s arm. “Mitch,” she insisted softly. “It’s OK.” Mitch crumbled, unable to respond right away. Veronica stepped closer, wrapping her arm around the teen. More to his own dismay than to his sister’s, who was intimately familiar with the feelings of disgrace that accompanied personal failures in the Hartfield family, perceived or otherwise. “Mitch,” Veronica repeated. “It was just mom. She knows you handled it as well as you could have, and no one else knows.” Mitch sniffed slightly, the twisty feeling in his abdomen unabated. “But…” he mumbled. Veronica looked up. “What? What is it?” Mitch’s entire ribcage seemed to tighten. There was no one else in the world he’d confess this to, but the magnitude of his indiscretion was enough to weaken his well-honed resolve. “But…” he stammered, feeling much younger than his 18 years. He thought of his final leak, the one he didn’t even feel coming. “What if it happens again?” Veronica hugged her brother, resting her head on the taller sibling’s shoulder. “Bud, I know it seems scary, but this was a fluke thing. I promise.” Mitch leaned into his sister. He appreciated the show of comfort – he and Veronica had always shared more hugs with each other than they did with their parents – but he really didn’t feel any better. Veronica smiled weakly; she knew that Mitch was unlikely to forgive himself so quickly. She didn’t have anything else to say, so she settled for “Dinner’s almost ready.” Mitch nodded, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He’d have to stop by the bathroom to throw water on his face before he made his way to the dining room. Despite his lingering humiliation, he couldn’t just show up for dinner with red eyes. He was a Hartfield, after all.
  16. So I had a little fun making a custom video for a customer the other day and wanted to share a couple of teasers with you all as I thought they turned out very well ;) And I finally got the Goodnites to leak without modding them out, wearing sexy panties under them apparently does the trick. I got a very gentle trickle moving down one of my legs while wetting standing up,and I absolutely love that feeling, a mix of tactile wet warmth and dripping dread. So hot! So since my birthday is coming up, consider this a little birthday present from me to... myself :) Enjoy! Rach p.s. I've got a birthday wishlist ;)
  17. One memory I have from my childhood is of wetting my pants one day after school.I was around 10 years old and really had to go bad by the time school let out.I was about to burst on the bus ride home and on the walk home from the bus stop started to do a few short bursts in my pants.I was running home I had to go so bad.I got home only to find mom was not home and the door was locked.She had gone shopping when I was in school and would be home in a few minutes.The worst possible day for her not to be home.I wasnt going to ask the neighbors if I could use their bathroom.I can remember starting to lose all control about then and making a run for the garage so none of the other kids on the street would see me in wet pants or want to stop and talk as I was about to pee my pants.I was scared mom would be mad at me If I wet.I just made it to the garage then lost all control and couldnt fight it anymore.I just stood there and full force peed my pants.There I was standing there in my wet pants waiting for mom to get home and after half an hour she did get home and She wasnt even mad at me and even said sorry for being late getting home.Just one of several childhood memories.I will post more under this topic in the next few days.
  18. Any recommendation for the best adult diapers available in the US for containing leaks? I have yet to find a brand that can contain even one wetting, and I don't even have a very large bladder. I am a rather petite girl if it matters.
  19. coukd someone grab?
  20. So while I was feeling a little unwell earlier in the week, I'm feeling much better, and I've been a busy (and naughty girl). First of all I've been making all sorts of custom videos and a couple just general videos, and I've made a page on my website for my videos and custom videos. I didn't want to make things too commercial here, so all I'll do is share a couple of picture from my most recent video adventure, and a link to my site. http://rachelkirwan.wixsite.com/panties/wetting-videos So in this video I tested out Always Discreet's for their effectiveness in bedwetting. I'm trying to get bedwetting videos of every single diaper I own (and I've got actually a decent sized box of a lot of diapers I've worn in the past, and pads too). So this was next up after I've done Molicare and Goodnites (the new ones, I'm still awaiting the right time to do the vintage ones). Anyhow, as you can see, the Always Discreet are only discreet when worn by a lady under her cloths standing up, and a lady who doesn't completely soak them ;) This little girl thought she could wear them to bed to help keep the bed dry in the face of her bedwetting problem and she was wrong. I am particularly proud of getting the puddle just right, in past videos I've struggled to get it to show up vividly on camera, but some cleverness on my part (and lots of experimentation), I think made for an excellent video :) If you are interested in a copy please let me know! (Message or email, rachelkirwan@gmx.com). Hugs Rach
  21. Hi guys, I'm trying to catch up with my posts! I try to take photos quite often, of the whole process, but often times I find myself unable to! I've been having a stronger and stronger bladder recently, and have been able to achieve some significant puddles and wettings. Anyway, this is just a short story. This was the day before halloween, and I was holding whilst talking to homeanddry, as he was at work. I always seem to be holding, but if I have some clothes that need a wash, I just can't resist to well, give them a bit of fun before they get chucked in the laundry. Anyway, a bunch of towels around the house was being washed as well, so I made a little tapestry of towels and held to the limit. I was of course lying on my bed, on my side, back, front, sat up rocking, pacing, both hands between my legs, legs crossed, the whole lot. The outside pressure was constant and with each breath the internal pressure grew and my bladder started quivering. It forced itself out of me at the crotch first, then spread over to my right with another spurt, then cascaded down my legs in miraculous waterfalls. Here's a pic for you all. Hope you like it, I remember the pee running over my left foot and the puddle being significantly squelchy. As a bonus, last night I was going to use the bin I keep in my room, but unfortunately I had used it for something else, so despite my efforts to hold to use it, I had to run to the bathroom at the last minute. I waited until I really really had to run for it, and my housemate stopped me to talk to me about something inane. When I got to the bathroom I slammed the door and ran to the toilet, turned around and began peeing full force before I'd managed to tuck my fingers under the pj waist band to pull them down! Made quite a large wet spot in my panties and had a very relieving wee. Okay, finally, I tried this morning to use the bidet we have in Italy to pee in, but the plug doesn't hold water too well so it went down the drain and I couldn't see how much there was! I might try blocking the plug and doing it before too long (I'm at about a 6/7 now) what do you guys think? Anyway, I will locate the rest of my pictures, most of them post-hold wettings that I'm really proud of, and hopefully I'll get the house to myself a bit more soon, I'd like to lose control at the dining table again! Peace out EQ x
  22. relationship

    I'm curious about something, and I'd like to ask a question. If this applies to you, feel free to give your input if you wish. For those of you who are in a monogamous, closed, relationship with someone who wants nothing to do with your watersports fetish: What is your outlet for your fetish? How do you express it? Is it a satisfying outlet, or do you feel a little slighted and yearn for more? Since I was once in that exact situation, here's my answer: My outlet was the internet, watching videos, chat and webcam bullshit, and pissing myself whenever I could get away with it and sharing pics and stories about it online. Of course, I had to wait until he left the house (which rarely ever happened), because he said he never wanted to see it ever again, because it was the "nastiest thing" he ever saw, after I once wet in front of him. At first, I was satisfied with the online shit, but within a matter of less than a year, I wanted the real thing. While I was happy that my photosets and stories were being enjoyed, I felt sad not having someone to share it with. NOTE: I'm not in this situation any longer, and haven't been for years, I'm divorced. I was just curious how other people deal with it.
  23. Hey my girlfriend and I are looking to get into making videos of her wetting her jeans outside in various places. I was wondering if anyone has experience with this and what kinds of places are best? I dont want to attract too much attention such as doing in a store or anything but i was wondering if anyone has any experience where she is able to wet her jeans out but not have any people notice. And obviously im gonna wanna take a video so itd have to be a place where i can film with my phone
  24. Wetting white panties on the chair.mp4 The quality is not that good and there is some nudity.
  25. I had posted this on another board I no longer patronize a few years back. Still a good representation of me :-) At the time I had worked really hard to qualify for the race. Took 3 tries. I am not terribly speedy. I'm a recreational runner who occasionally partakes in a marathon (26 mile foot race for non-runners out there). 10+ years ago I ran in my first Boston marathon. I had no idea what to expect for the event so like before any other long race I started hydrating early for this race. I also had a large coffee for my car trip into Boston. The race itself was at 11. We needed to be in downtown Boston by 830 to take a shuttle over to the start of the race in Hopkinton. I just barely made 830 and therefor had time only to get to the shuttle bus. At that point I needed to pee, but figured how long could the shuttle be. We had to be close, 20 minutes tops. Well 45 minutes later I'm sweating, crossing my legs, and tapping my toes and bouncing. I had a seat to myself too luckily so I was able to hold myself and not be noticed. I remember looking out the window and realizing we were still on the highway. We couldn't be that close. Shit.... I really didn't think I could make it. My bladder was really starting to hurt. I shifted and held, and continued to cross my legs. I was sweating, my heart was racing. I kept looking around to see if anyone noticed my desperation(actually panic) at this point. Luckily they were all too into there running plans, and excitement. We passed another exit on the highway. Oh nooooo! It hurt so bad I didn't know how much longer I'd last. Now I'm not even sure at what point it happened, or how. I just remember feeling a warmth spreading throughout my crotch. My holding hand got wet, and my grey sweats started turning dark dark grey. Pee even began running down my legs wetting my socks and running shoes. I couldn't believe it. Myself, 31 year old man wetting his pants. I couldn't stop it for a good 30 seconds or so (seemed even longer) no matter how I tried. I just sat there , face turning bright red, still squeezing my legs together,pants getting wetter and wetter. Meanwhile the pee that didn't soak into my sweats was running off of the vinyl onto the floor of the bus. Surely someone would hear it. I finally regained control. But my sweats, running shorts and socks were soaked. The bottom of my shirt was even a little wet. Not only that we were pulling into the starting area. I panicked big time. Thinking quickly I took off my sweats wiped the seat and placed the pants under the seat. My black running shorts while still wet didn't look too bad. Paying the price of bad blisters later I also ditched my very wet socks. My shoes were damp too, but needed them. I tucked my shirt in and I was back on track. Evidently only part of what was in my bladder escaped into my pants as I still really needed to go. Not wanting to wait in line and risk being discovered (my shorts were noticeably wet if inspected) I found a grassy area to stretch out. I sat down started stretching and completed the emptying of my bladder.