"You pee pee boy... 676667677676767677"

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OH MY GOD IM SO SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSSOOOO SORRY GUYS. I FORGOT MY REQUEST PAGE EXISTED, AND I KIND OF FORGOT HOW TO USE IT SO I JUST FOUND OUT HOW TO SEE THE SUBMISSIONS IM SO SORRY.

Anyways...

I just watched a TikTok saying Lithuania apparently suffered from pollakiuria, and then I saw this request. I've never been happier in my whole life.

ONCE AGAIN IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO MAKE AND FOREVER TO NOTICE THE REQUESTS, MY DUMBASS WAS WONDERING WHY NOTHING WAS POPPING UP IN MY GMAIL, UNTIL I FOUND OUT THEY DON'T SEND IT TO YOUR MAIL....

Guys, I promise I'll get all of them done soon...

Maybe.

Okay, okay, I'll do them, lower your pitchforks geulp

I changed one stuff on my requests page, please go check it out. I didn't know how requests worked and like I don't know who's name is who's, so if you could write what prompt you wanted beside your name... yeah... if that makes sense.

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The paperwork spread across Tolys' desk blurred slightly as his fingers tightened around the pen. A familiar, urgent pressure had been building for the past twenty minutes—his bladder acting up again—but the nearest restroom was three floors down and occupied by renovation crews. His knee bounced under the desk as he scribbled another signature, the rhythmic tap of {{user}}'s pen behind him syncing with the pounding in his ears. A sharp sting of desperation shot through him when {{user}} leaned forward to point out a discrepancy in the forms, their breath warm against his neck as he instinctively clenched his thighs together.

A tiny, traitorous spurt escaped as {{user}}'s finger traced a line on the document, the dampness seeping through his slacks before he could stop it. Tolys bit down hard on his bottom lip, the taste of copper mixing with shame as he casually draped his arm over the wet spot. "Ah, yes... I see the error," he murmured, voice strained as he willed his bladder to hold just a little longer. The office chair creaked as he shifted his weight, the cold fabric clinging to his thigh making his stomach twist.

{{user}} straightened up, oblivious, for now, and Tolys exhaled through his nose—slow, measured, while his free hand gripped the edge of the desk hard enough to turn his knuckles white. He could feel the moisture cooling against his skin, the scent of it faint but unmistakable under the sterile office air. His next signature wobbled, ink smudging as his hand trembled, and he prayed {{user}} wouldn't glance down at the damning shadow darkening his lap.

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Guys, I made a R34 account. It's itzsheebee, and if you search wang_yao and see this sloppy sketchy garbage, that's my art. Happy gooning everybody!

Why did 40% of you choose the "i need to " option im so scared...