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  2. I’m not to big on desperation but I am really fond of intentional wettings
  3. I definitely see what you mean. I love the feeling of desperation, but after a couple hours, I've had enough. The release that comes afterward is very much a form of relaxation.
  4. There were only 4 I haven't done! 13. Held it for 10+ hours 15. Been tickled/startled into a pee accident 16. Been denied the bathroom when you were desperate 20. Had to make up a story on the spot to avoid embarrassment.
  5. I feel like I'm playing tennis, but it's in a random joke thread on a fetish site with some random internet strangers. Probably one of the most wholesome moments I've ever had with social media.
    Very nice game, I have played it for hours. But (as tsor already sayd) there is NO OMORASHI, just some urination stuff. - you can peep her peeing in the toilet - with higher trust level you can masturbate her on toilet, making her pee on your hand. - some pictures including some "squirt", who is just pee
  6. Today
  7. A short little clip of a gal wetting some tight denim shorts I ran across the other day and haven't seen posted around yet. Wettightshorts.mp4
  8. >And yes, as a straight woman I still enjoy watching a hot lady wank by a stream, in the forest, or in this case on the floor. I'm pretty sure that's not how 'straight' works! But yes, IFMS is amazing.
  9. I hope I'm not being a dick or anything, but... how do you not feel comfortable around her if she participates? I'm not saying that's invalid, I just want to know about this concept in more detail if that's ok?
  10. That was really good I enjoyed reading both chapters ^_^
  11. You mean something like this? ozPe6rZizCdrGG54.mp4
  12. Those were three wonderful chapters can't wait to read what happens next
  13. Wrote the last chapter and this one back-to-back, enjoy! Warning: this chapter contains -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moments later, they were outside in the windy courtyard, both bladders emptied- for the time being, at least. But as the group set off, Becca was acutely aware that one part of her wasn't emptied at all. Her stomach was undeniably bloated as she walked side by side with Hannah, hoping the queue to enter the club would be short. As they reached the halfway point of the walk, things were looking bleak. Distracting herself seemed Becca's only option. "How long are we staying out for tonight?" she asked Hannah, who was walking briskly with her hands tucked under her armpits in an effort to keep warm. "Not too long, I reckon," Hannah slurred, and Becca noticed that the intoxication had crept back into her voice, "I'll be knackered by two". "Yeah, me too. I hope that..." Becca trailed off as she suddenly felt her stomach drop terribly. The situation was growing more dire. More than ever, her bowels felt heavy and hot, as if something was pushing downwards, trying to escape. Hannah noticed her friend's discomfort right away, even in her less-than-sober state. "What's up, Bex?" she asked in concern. Becca simply grimaced in response, placing a hand on her belly. "Do you need the toilet?" Hannah pressed. Becca nodded silently, tight-lipped. "Okay babe, don't worry, we're nearly by the alley, we can stop there". But Becca shook her head quickly. "No, mate, it's not that. I really need a poo," she explained breathily. Her expression was beginning to venture from discomfort into visible pain. "Can you hold it until we're inside?" Hannah asked hopefully. Becca didn't answer, but the look in her eyes told Hannah everything she needed to know. "Right, let's get you back to mine quickly," she said, taking control of the situation. Becca, usually so composed, seemed close to tears. "Hurry, Han, please. It's really desperate," she whined. Hannah shushed her, told her it would be OK, and began to lead her back to her place. A minute into the walk back, things had grown extremely serious for Becca and her belly. She was internally beginning to have serious doubts as to whether she could make it in time. She felt as though there were bricks weighing down her stomach, pushing to squeeze their way out. I knew I shouldn't have smoked that stuff, her inner self-critic said harshly. As much as Becca wanted Hannah to think she was in control, there was no hiding the way she was starting to practically waddle along the street. Eventually, she could pretend no more. "Hannah, I'm not gonna make it," she said in a small voice. Hannah looked at her in amazement, clearly trying to stay positive for the sake of her friend. "Don't be silly, Bex, we're almost there. Just think, you're only two minutes away from a nice big dump," she told her, attempting to lighten the mood. "No, Han, you don't get it. I haven't had to shit this badly in years". She paused then, wondering if she could be honest about the humiliating thing she needed to say, but failing to stop herself blurting it: "It's... it's poking out," Hannah's demeanour changed completely at this. She went from faux reassurance to outright alarm, taking Becca's arm and starting to march her down the road. "Right! Let's get you to a toilet!" she cried, determined to do this for her best friend. Ignoring the pained way Becca was shuffling was challenging, but she knew they weren't far away. If she could just get her up the stairs clean... "Oh man, I'm gonna have the biggest skidmarks," Becca complained loudly as they buzzed their way into Hannah's building. Becca shushed her- even hammered, she knew this wasn't a conversation they wanted to be overheard. "Can you do the stairs?" Hannah asked kindly. "I'm going to have to". "One step at a time, Bex," she whispered shakily. It was only by some miracle that they reached the door to Hannah's flat without any incident. "How are you doing?" she asked solemnly once they were there. "Touching cloth bad," said Becca bitterly. "Please be quick, Hannah". Hannah was going as fast as she could, but the alcohol was making her fumble. After a few failed attempts, she persuaded the electronic lock to open and the pair made a beeline for Hannah's room. And then- once they were so close- it finally happened. While she dealt with the final lock, Hannah saw her best friend's petite body stiffen up in the corner of her vision. Her belly began to growl and squelch noisily like a TV sound effect. Her mouth opened softly in a small, silent 'o' of horror. Turning to face her distressed companion, Hannah felt that there was something disconcerting about a look of such fear on a face that had always been so confident, so strong. There was no mistaking the soft, wet crackling sound that was rumbling from Becca's bum. Despite wanting to be discreet and supportive, Hannah couldn't avoid noticing the growing bulge in the back of the other woman's panties, which was spreading consistently before her eyes. To make matters worse, it was by no means a quiet accident; noisy, slippery farts followed as the lump continued to grow. An inimitable scent filled Hannah's nostrils- the odour of shit. There was only one thing that could cause that smell. Right outside the door that led back into Hannah's dormitory, Becca had lost the battle with her body. Hannah couldn't care less about the smell: she pulled the distraught girl into a tight hug. "It's OK, Bex, you were so close. We almost made it in time". Becca was despondent as she simply let her bum finish filling her underwear, having totally given up. Hannah opened her door at last and ushered Becca inside. As her friend awkwardly turned to side-step past her into the room, the bulge in the back of her clothes brushed Hannah's leg. Sober, this might have grossed her out, but right now she thought nothing of it. "Do you need help cleaning up?" Hannah asked gently, locking the door behind them. Becca shook her head, peeling her dress off over her head immediately, leaving her in just a bra and a pair of knickers stuffed with fresh poo. Hannah was quietly impressed that they'd contained the damage; as the soiled woman turned to the bathroom, she could see that the once-white fabric was now decidedly brown at the back. "No, babe, I've got it. You might want to look away, this is going to be gross". "Nothing you do can gross me out at this point, Bex," Hannah reassured her. Standing with her legs spread on either side of the toilet, Becca started the cautious process of peeling off her underwear, which was sagging with the weight of the multiple loose logs that had slipped out of her tight crack. Hannah was used to the sight of poo, but never like this before: the bulk of it slowly dropped as the underwear was lowered, eventually sliding off and into the bowl with a heavy splash. Even then, thick skidmarks remained on the inside of the panties and more still was coating Becca's thighs. "Sorry about the smell, babe". "Don't worry about the smell. Are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah, m'alright," Becca mumbled, "in fact, I feel so much better now all that's out of me. I'm sorry, Han, I thought I could make it in time". Hannah was incredulous. "Are you kidding me? I'm sorry, babe. If I'd known it was an emergency I'd have let you go before we left". Becca looked up at her, smiling weakly. She looked genuinely touched that Hannah was willing to take the blame, even after seeing her 20-year-old best friend mess herself right next to the toilet. "You're sweet, babe. Could you dig me out a spare pair of knickers to borrow? I think these are a lost cause". "We don't have to go out if you don't feel like it", Hannah said uneasily. "Han, it's embarrassing enough that I just pooed my pants. I don't want it ruining our night too". Hannah understood, and by the time Becca's thighs and bum were clean, she'd arrived back at the bathroom door holding a clean pair of knickers and an empty binbag to put the old ones in. Becca gave her a sincerely grateful peck on the cheek and told her she was an angel, before flushing the loo and slipping on the fresh panties. "You sure you're OK to go back out?" asked Hannah one more time. She'd insisted that the stubborn skidmarks Becca had left in the bowl could wait until the morning. "I'm sure, babe," Becca said, holding the door open to let her friend back into the corridor, "I'm going to need a stiff drink to forget that ever happened".
  14. I know a guy like that. I work with him sometimes. Tall, kinda built, huge huge super manly type beard, low voice. Wears an MLP shirt occasionally. Not that I care. He's cool. I like him.
  15. That was really good I enjoyed reading it ^_^
  16. This chapter contains women pooping and talking about it! β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”β€”- The night only got blurrier with time, as almost everyone around the packed kitchen table lost their inhibitions. Although Becca and Hannah didn't know each person there too well, they were at least on a first-name basis with just about everyone and had a thoroughly good time as the party stumbled their way through just about every drinking game in the book. Hannah elected Becca as her buddy in Ring of Fire while Becca got her revenge by exploiting secrets she knew about Hannah to catch her out in Never Have I Ever. This was standard back-and-forth by their measures, and was all in good spirits. By 9PM, the friends were undeniably smashed. Both had thrown themselves head-first into every game, unafraid as always to try everything and anything. That included more of the weed from earlier, in spite of Becca's better judgement. As is the way after a decent amount of drinks, the urge to pee was an irritatingly common occurrence at that stage in the evening. Wising up to Becca and Hannah's regular trips out of the kitchen, one of the people playing the game had craftily invented a new rule: to discourage regularly getting up (which broke the flow of the games), every time someone left the room they'd have to complete a forefit upon their return. This effectively meant that the pair had no choice but to minimise their toilet excursions, holding as long as possible before they nipped off to empty themselves. This was still by necessity a regular thing, and it had been half an hour since their last visit when Hannah broke. "I have to go for a wee now, Bex, I'm desperate", she said in a low voice. "Me too mate, but the forefit-" "Fuck the forefit, I'm going to piss myself in a second". "Yeah, same here. Alright, let's go," Becca agreed reluctantly. The alcohol, coupled with how sociable she'd become in the comfortable environment, was making her bold. She stood up dramatically. "Excuse me, boys and girls, but my very good friend Hannah here and I are going to have a little wee-wee," she said drunkenly. They staggered out of the room, joining in the gales of laughter. The bedroom of the nice girl, who's name was Alice, was at the opposite end of the corridor from the kitchen. Both woman were looking forward to relieving themselves, bickering about who should get to pee first as they reached the room. Becca let herself in with the electric key Alice had lent them, and Hannah pushed in front to grab the bathroom doorknob. But they weren't even remotely prepared for what they saw when she swung it open. Alice was sitting on the toilet, jeans and underwear bunched around her ankles. Her face was red and screwed up in concentration, and for a moment she didn't seem to notice the arrival of the two girls. All three women were had been drinking, which must've slowed down their reactions, because it took a few seconds for any of them to process the shock. In that time, though, the damage was done- the two friends had been given an unexpected and unobstructed view of the dark pubic hair of a girl they barely knew. It was Becca who eventually slammed the door, apologising profusely. "Sorry, Alice, we didn't know you were in here," she said through the wood. The heavy main bedroom door had closed automatically, and suddenly it was pin-drop quiet in there. "It's alright, girls, I should've locked the door," said the older student, "I just forgot because... well, I was in a bit of a rush". "You OK?" "Yeah, just having a number 2," came Alice's muffled reply, "drinking always makes me desperate for one". "I know that game," muttered Becca to nobody in particular, before raising her voice. "How long will you be? We're a bit desperate out here ourselves," she admitted, starting to become aware that she was crossing her legs. "Sorry, girls", Alice said sheepishly, "But I'm nowhere near done yet. It's kind of...." she paused, and Becca got the feeling she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. "Stuck halfway?" Becca asked empathetically. Alice laughed and confirmed the theory. "God, I'm sorry if that's T.M.I.. I get... really overshare-y when I'm drinking". Becca could hear the strain in her voice as she struggled. "Oh, no, don't worry about it," Becca said dismissively. She was trying to keep her cool, but a glance to her right told her that Hannah was near breaking point, and Becca didn't feel far off. Their bladders couldn't afford to wait for a constipated drunk girl- not even a lovely constipated drunk girl. "We're gonna go upstairs, mate. Take your time!" "OK, sorry!" Alice squealed again. After an agonising trip up the stairs to Hannah's flat (in which Becca was kind enough to let a visibly-busting Hannah go first), they returned to the games feeling much better and taking their forefit- Vodka shots- on the chin. But Becca's earlier prediction was starting to come true. The drugs, booze and fast food from earlier had combined quicker than expected and the slim girl could feel her tummy starting to get to work. Soon after downing the shots, she started to experience the unmistakable seeds of grumbling in her bowels, but told herself it was too soon to go straight back to the toilet. She pressed on with the game, distracting herself by laughing, joking and drinking along with the others, but the water had done it's job well- both girls were feeling far less drunk and participating a lot more in the conversations. Soon, Alice returned to the table, red-faced but looking as though she felt much better. After hours of games, as midnight approached, one of the hosts got up and announced that it was almost time to head to the club. "Everyone meet downstairs in three minutes!" he told them, and any remaining chatter died down as the gaggle of intoxicated students dispersed. Becca didn't move at first, distracted by the latest wave of pressure in her bladder, and trying to decide if there was pressure from anywhere else, too. Hannah interpreted Becca's worry as her friend having had a bit too much booze. She gently took her hand and led her upstairs to her flat, where she firmly sat Becca on the toilet and poured her a glass of water. "Drink this, mate," she said, trying to sound caring as the familiar hissing sound started up again from Becca's pussy, "we don't have to go out if you're too gone". But Becca looked up at her with eyes that, unless she was very much mistaken, were still the eyes of a sober woman. She took the water, sipped it slowly and blinked. "I'm fine, Han," she cooed, "I'm not drunk. I just needed a wee, that's all. Thanks for worrying". Hannah's concern was soothed quickly; she could see- and hear- that Becca was telling the truth. "OK, good," Hannah said, smiling, "as long as you're sure- for a minute there I thought I was gonna have to put you to bed early!" "Oh, God no," Becca laughed, and the faint traces of her barely-loitering drunkenness were visible once again, "I'm revved up and ready to mingle," she said with an ironic wink. "That's a relief. Only, can I have a wee before we leave? It's a ten-minute walk to the club". Becca frowned. "Yeah, sorry, it's just that I think I need a shit as well after lunch". "You always blame lunch, Bex. The drugs probably didn't help," Hannah said, lowering her underwear in anticipatio. "This is true," Becca admitted thoughtfully. "Do you mind if I try and squeeze one out before we leave?" "There's not really time, babe," Hannah told her sympathetically, "they'll leave without us if we're not there in a minute, and I'm kind of busting to take a leak before we go too". Becca knew she was right, and reluctantly got off the pot. "She's all yours," said Becca as she quickly rinsed her hands. "Ooh, thank you," Hannah gasped, sitting hastily, "from me and my underwear both". "Don't mention it, Han", Becca said.
  17. Mr Tickle. How very appropriate! Love seeing the pooling between your legs on the car seat. Exceptionally hot as always.
  18. Thank you I am glad you like my idea ^_^
  19. Honestly, I'm not sure what response to give. So, here's a throwaway response.
  20. Now that's a good idea. Let me see if I can work it into the next chapter...
  21. This is the problem with having such big pages of code, the smallest things slipping through the cracks. Missed a "Fadein Screen" command. Makes you wonder what my Quality Ass. team is doing. It'll be fixed in the next update, but it's not a dead game for the time being (otherwise, I definitely would have caught it myself). Here's a little hint for now: before you enter the house, have someone desperate.
  22. If any of you like some good old fashioned staged fun pee pee dances on video, some nice search items on TikTok are search are the sounds: Gotta Pee by Cledus Judd and then original sound - inked.princessxo a staged funny scenario where some girls do a pee pee dance while reciting the alphabet. Really nice staged potty dances all in good fun :)
  23. you know i for one think that should have been an episode of the series.
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