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  2. For me, practicing omorashi is a sexual fetish above all, because I like to do it accompanied by someone.
  3. Don't worry, someone will surely do it.
  4. New one ahead business outfit... hope u all like this AI renders😊
  5. Yeah nobody gives a shit about anybody on here. Can’t believe I though someone would actually respond to me
  6. My 14th writing in which the protagonist endures an annual doctor's visit while trying not to embarrass herself. Hope you enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ I hope that tea earlier doesn't get in my way. Mali thought as she drove her way to her doctor's office for her yearly check-up. She was notorious for having horrible luck when her bladder gets pushed to its limits. She had multiple mugs of tea throughout her day and only one bathroom break when she woke up, but all was fine. I'll just go after I check in with the front desk. No risk, no wetness, plain and simple. That day, she wore semi-black jeans, a plain gray t-shirt, and some unimportant underwear. "Hi, I have an appointment for Mali today with Dr. P." The clerk scrolled on his computer. "Yep, got you right here, I'll let her know you're here!" "Thank you!" Mali replied. Right away, she scanned the waiting room for any hallways or doors that would lead to a bathroom. Ironically, she wasn't used to this clinic yet because she changed doctors only a few years ago. She found one door that said employees only, and a hallway that led to another that clearly led into the office space for the clerks. The only other door in the waiting room led to the doctor's office and exam rooms. She'd rather not barge in there and turned to double check around the entrance of the clinic before she got into the waiting room, though she didn't spot any on her way in. Then from behind her came a "Mali?" She felt a ball of anxiety sink within her as she turned back around and forced a nonchalant smile. Because of her past experience, she subconsciously felt embarrassed asking for the restroom, even though she knew there was nothing strange about the question. "Hi, how are you today?" she greeted and followed the doctor back and over to the exam room. On the way, she passed a bathroom sign that taunted her circumstance. Her bladder sent distress signals as she passed, its golden contents letting her urethral muscles know it was preparing to come out. After all, so much tea would naturally have this effect, and Mali would usually have gone before this point. They had their typical catching-up conversation about Mali's general well-being. Mali seemed to the doctor to be in good health. Meanwhile, she felt like anything but in good health. She felt a mix of nervousness in concealment, excitement and other conflicting emotions as she kept a straight face through discomfort. She had a gut-feeling this could end horribly. "Well now with that out of the way why don't you get into the gown while I step out for a moment." "Sure..." "Knock when you're ready. I'll be right outdoors," Dr. P said as she exited the room. Mali took her chance to squirm around and let out some tension that was built up. It snuck up so quick! She tucked her hands between her legs rubbing them impatiently. How do I escape total humiliation?! She knew she couldn't leave, and she knew that it was only going to get critically worse in a matter of minutes. There was almost no chance of her relieving herself outside of this room. She looked around for options. First she looked at the sink. It was entirely metallic, and had a perfectly arched spout over the top of it. It was deep for a sink, but not very wide or long. Skittishly, while tightening every muscle in her groin, she tried positioning herself over the sink so she could let go right down the drain. To her dismay, she couldn't arrange herself in a way she could be confident that her stream would make it in. In the off chance it might, it could easily spill onto the surrounding counter, or, worse, make a loud spraying noise that wasn't at all like how the regular water flow sounded like. It's too risky of a plan. *dripdripdripdrip* "iieeughaahh?!~" She let out a confused but worried noise that was irreplicable. A coin sized area on the bottom of her already dark jeans turned pitch black as Mali's lower half stiffened, still on the counter. All the thinking about water...it's getting to me. Shit. But what else could I do? I might just have to...hope it all goes in quietly. She cringed at the thought. But wait. Maybe there is hope. She leaves to input test results after the exam right? She's not around the door at that time. Maybe I could sneak away. Maybe I could backtrack to wherever that bathroom is. It may be far, but it may be possible. As she took off her clothes, the wet spot was exposed to air, sending jitters through her nervous system. She quickly draped herself in the hospital gown and set her mind at ease in preparation. She knocked, and the doctor came in as she sat up on the bed. The exam began with the ear, eye and mouth checks. The doctor then tried for reflexes. "Try not to be so tense. The knee won't go anywhere if I hit the joint and it's all tightened up!" the doctor told. "And be a little more still if you could please." Mali's legs tried relaxing, then tightening again, to relaxing one and squeezing one under the other for stability. "Sorry." "No worries at all! ... There we go, it's kicking now. Other leg..." Mali noticed as she was using all these instruments that they were coated in plastic before she used them, and that she was tossing them under the bed somewhere. A trash can! Mali's heartrate jumped up a notch with the revelation. She trembled more in response. Dr. P moved onto the heart & lung exam. "Deep breaths in now." They were quick, but they were deep. The doctor caught onto this. "Why so amped up? Is something troubling you?" "N-no, no it's nothing it's just.........I'm a little cold in this, haha," she told her. "Oh, I get it then! The A/C has been really high lately hasn't it?" Following was the breast exam, which passed with Mali lying down, the doctor performing the check, and nothing noteworthy happening besides Mali being incredibly tense during the whole process. She also was working up a small sweat. Her pelvis felt immense pressure as her urine began creeping into the base of her urethra. She had very little time left, but remained strong. "Now do you need a pelvic exam done today? I know we had one done last year. Has anything arisen since then that you need me to take a look at?" the doctor asked. Mali had a slight look of worry written in her initial expression, but was quickly dispelled. "No I think everything's alright." "Ok. Do let me know if anything concerns you though, alright?" "...O-of course." The doctor turned away and headed for her laptop situated on the counter, opposite side of the room of the bed. Mali sat up and in a split instant felt her urethra fill to and past max capacity. She quickly made a barricade with her hands and legs over the top of the gown- *sshHHT spurt spurt* "Hm? Did you say something?" the doctor turned back. "Nothing. Nothing at all," Mali said through strained breath. "Hm. I definitely heard something. Might've been a sink from a room over." A pocket of hot liquid gold was barely suspended in motion within the flexible gown right between her pussy and hands. Slowly it leaked drop by drop through her legs under the gown, and slowly she brought her knees together in the best effort she had to stay under the radar. "Well let me know if you have any questions when I get back running your results through." "T-thank you," she muttered as she felt streaks down the underside of her legs and knees. As the doctor exited, they turned to dripping streams down and onto the floor. She left. Mali slid off the bed. A splash fell from under her and coated her feet and ankles as well as the surrounding base of the bed. *dribble dribble* Continuous drops flowed down the same path. She reached under the gown and over her pussy as 2nd nature to prevent the flow. The back of the gown was dripping. She reached over to the drawer with the trash can, took it out, and stumbled over to the furthest corner from the door with two hands on it and squatted. *PSSHSHSHSHSHSH-* She tried adjusting so the cheap plastic lining of the small can would be quieter. *SHSHShshssssssssssssssssflllllll-* The bottom formed a pool which seemed to dampen the sound her stream made. This carried on at high power for 30 seconds, after which another 30 seconds was dedicated to the trickling leakage left behind. Her butt and thighs continued to drip and become cool. Mali then came to her senses. Oh SHIT I have to clean up!!! And the odor, they'll notice something!!! She grabbed the paper towel from the standby dispenser and wiped herself, the floor, and everything up as quickly yet thoroughly as possible, and tossed them into the pee bag. Oh god, that's not gonna hold... She went fast and removed the bag from the can, being careful not to make any sudden movements, and grabbed another bag from the miniature roll of bags at the bottom of the can. That too was soaked. She double bagged it and tied it up to keep the odor from getting everywhere, even though it practically already was. Back into the drawer it went, and Mali quickly re-wiped the ground and gown with water, put her clothes back on, and tucked up the gown neatly to be disposed of inconspicuously. 1 minute later, the doctor returned with her final remarks. She noticed something off with the room but wasn't equipped with saying what it was. It smelled damp but herbal at the same time. They said their goodbyes, and Mali removed the bag and walked with it hidden by her from any office employees, into the bathroom, where she dumped it in the porcelain throne where it belonged. Going home, she contemplated exactly how embarrassing it would've been to ask for two minutes when she walked down that hall the first time. Dr. P was nice, she would've understood, dumbass. she thought to herself. _______ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. I had a blast writing this one! If you'd like to see Mali return in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  7. Today
  8. None of my friends know that I have this fetish And I personally don't like Hold it. I like seeing other people specifically women hold it but if I'm watching a movie most of the time I will hold it through the whole Movie.
  9. To the events I've been to, has been putting signs or such or places that now do have gender neutral bathrooms. I'm happier to have this, and that people don't have to be uncomfortable to have to pick a restroom to fit their assigned gender, and to go when they need to without conflict.
  10. She can wee, she just can’t remove her jeans to do so 😉
  11. That's quite interesting, not so much that it could happen on rare occasions but that a good part of your team did experience it. I hope you don't worry too much about it and find a way to enjoy that little accident. Who knows what could happen during long matches where you try to stay hydrated for health reasons 😉
  12. It would be great that a boy lock his girls jeans for a day trip and leave the key at home. She has no chance to wee no matter how bad she would need to go, she could not even ask for permission because he had no chance to let her go, because the key is at home. No wee for her until at home late in the night! It would be hot as well if a girl had to wear the padlock visible for to show everyone that she is banned to wee. It could be a kind of punishment for her!?
  13. Wow that one takes me back, great to see it again
  14. My native language is Japanese. Since I found this site, I have become more interested in the English language. While using the AI translators, I have come to understand the characteristics of each language. Japanese is simple in grammar and phonology, but there are aspects of it that can be cumbersome. There are infinite orthographic variants, because it is written as pronounced. Subjects are often omitted and subjective and euphemistic expressions are used. In our examinations, we are also often asked to "decipher the meaning of this sentence". Moreover, those authors may point out errors in the correct answers lol.
  15. your day off are always wonderful ^^ what a superbe storie !!
  16. Some of us like to be dominated and forced to do things "for our own good". Part of the game consists in a power struggle where the caretaker inevitably ends up on the upper end.
  17. I wish I could swap places with your fish and enjoy the show🐳🐟🐟🐟🦈
  18. I suggest light grey yoga pants as part of the trampoline uniform.
  19. This girl with her super slim waist and her flat belly is so absolutely sexy for me!!! To see that little padlock and to imagine that she can’t pull down her jeans for a wee, not even when it is already very, very urgently, it is totally hot and arousing. The imagination that she has to hold it no matter how bad it ever will get and to see her bladder crowing out of her thin abdomen is so very hot. I think it must be great if a boy do that with his girl in a omorashi group, or in a sado maso group. He bring his girl with a padlock to a outing. It is for everyone visible that she can’t pull her jeans down, everyone can see that she is not able to wee and everybody would know that she is not allowed to wee until she gets home. I think there would be a lot of boys who would like to make her drink to see her getting desperate!!? To demonstrate so visibly that she is banned to pee would be great.
  20. That's a good one. Another scenario I like is when the training boy/girl is in line for something and leaving the line to dash for the toilet would mean losing priority. If you're merciful, you can let him/her wear some light protection, enough to catch a phew spurts but not a full bladder. He/she will be tempted to let go a little bit in the protection, but that will be risky...
  21. I think this is a great idea, and would end the current excuse for transphobic that is still big in UK...the toilets in one of my companies offices, are an area with just cubicles for all genders...walls/doors floor to ceiling, washbasin and mirror within the cubicle..total privacy/ safety for everyone
  22. ROH1912

    female DLSL-232

    the last 20 mins of part 3 titled "Rush" is a compendium of these urgently held streams expressing release. Glorious !
  23. I had this old file of a Brazilian couple where the husband dream was to fuck his wife while she was absolutely dying for a pee You can see she is genuinely desperate and trying to pee while he fucks her and keeps having her pee blocked until she absolutely Burt's Edit found source https://www.xnxx.com/video-14ltu79b/maior_fetiche_do_marido_meter_em_mim_enquanto_eu_mijo. Don't know if there are any more in this style xvideos.com_44f159b9a9244337db76e12d95d025d8.mp4
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