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  1. Church Christmas show I went to a fairly large and popular church when I was in my late teens/early twenties. I was just your average girl, petite, bobbed dark brown hair and hazel eyes and an average figure. The church was held in an old stately castle which had very few toilets. This particular year there was a Christmas show and meal put on. It was a ticketed event to raise money for charity and it was sold out. The evening was starting about 5:30 with a full three course dinner but anyone taking part in the event had to be there from 3 so that everything was organised. I was part of the event so had been there a few hours before people began arriving. I had been assigned a job of taking people to their seats which were all pre reserved. I had been so busy since arriving at 3 that I hadn’t had a moment to use a bathroom and I was drinking shloer (non alcoholic grape juice) and water to keep myself dehydrated as the building was warm with an open fire and a fantastic Christmas ambience due to the warm glow, party atmosphere and Christmas carols playing. I was also nervous as I was going to be speaking some lines in front of over 200 people. As I was busy showing people to their seats I was aware that my bladder was filling up but foolishly put the feeling down to nerves. Anyway there was a constant stream of people arriving and I was way too busy to get a chance to go to the loo anyway. After about half an hour everyone was seated and the event began with a ‘cheers’ and a drink. With 200 people in the room it was noisy but so warm so I raised my glass like everyone else and then drank most of the contents fairly quickly. I wasn’t serving the first course but was on schedule to serve the mains. So my table was served our soup which I ate and loved. By now I was much more aware of my need to use the bathroom and decided I would nip there quickly before serving out the main course. I finished my soup, excused myself to my table saying I was going to help serve the main meal and headed for the one single toilet nearby. I had already been bursting for an hour and really had to go. I opened the first door to find quite a queue as clearly many people had come straight from work or been so busy setting up they hadn’t had a chance to go. I crossed my legs and decided I would serve some meals and keep checking, hoping the queue would die down very soon. The meals were sitting on serving trays nearby and I took some through to the hall. I must have taken in about twelve or so meals when I felt the tingling in my vagina again and knew I really ought to pee! I pushed the door open quickly but alas there was still a queue and so many people waiting for their main course! I gave myself a quick rub and returned to the meals. I served another ten meals (two at a time) before checking again. I really could do with a loo break! Others were serving the meals too and one of the leaders saw me heading to the toilets for the third time and said casually ‘let’s try and get these meals out first can we? There’s so many here and we need them out while warm. It shouldn’t take long.’ Long? I was bursting and we were only half way through serving! But I was shy and hated getting into trouble so I did as requested and just kept shifting about crossing my legs, moving constantly and trying to get it done quickly so I could run to the ladies. We were finally down to the last ten meals, most of which belonged to those who were serving. My bladder was so full I could feel the weight of it with every step. The tingling sensation in my vagina was much more constant now. It was uncomfortable but quite arousing too. I could feel myself becoming turned on as my desperation increased and my glands were secreting moisture. Being damp and open down there was also making my need to urinate stronger so I pushed open the door to the single stall again and visualised myself having a long and relaxing pee. It’s not ideal to visualise a toilet when very desperate because my urethra was close to opening when I suddenly saw a queue of five people standing waiting still! How could so many people possibly be going to the toilet during a meal! Arghhhhh I was too embarrassed by now and as I came out one of the male leaders saw me and wrongly assumed I had got to use the toilet finally so handed me my dinner and said to go and enjoy it. Now I do love a good roast dinner but now I was left with the prospect of eating it bursting for the loo. I returned to my table and sat down immediately crossing my legs tight. I decided the best thing I could do now to save my embarrassment was to eat my meal and then sneak out as soon as socially appropriate and use that toilet I had been dying to use for an hour and a half now! It’s embarrassing to write this but I recall sitting at that table so red faced trying desperately to hide the fact I urgently needed to piss and that holding was driving me crazy with sexual desire! I was noticeably squirming now and struggling to sit still. I would cross my legs one way, shift on my seat, cross them the other way, bounce my knee, sit on my foot, and finally settled for a few minutes by turning my chair slightly and perching right on the corner rocking side to side. The rubbing of the chair was sending shivers through me and driving me wild with erotic thoughts. I had to stop because I was becoming way too turned on in public. All the time I was trying to hide my urgency from everyone under the table whilst trying to eat my meal. More juice was poured out and despite furiously needing a wee wee I sipped at the fluids to wash down my meal. The plates were cleared ready for pudding and I slipped out. I had to get to the loo now. Even if there was a queue I realised I would need to stay and wait as there was no way I could take part in the show with a bladder this full and besides I could not stand or sit still for a second. As soon as I was out of the main hall I grabbed myself. My urethra was pounding so hard. The blood had rushed to my private areas and my lips were swollen with arousal. It was so embarrassing but I knew if I rubbed myself much at all I would orgasm and I could not do that in public. I longed to so badly though not just because my entire body longed to climax but also because I knew it would help me hold back the sheer urgency I had to pee. I ran to the bathroom with one hand wedged between my legs and pushed the door open with my bottom. Oh please be free toilet! Please. I need to release so bad! But alas for the fourth time there was a queue! This time four people, two woman, one in her late forties in a sparkly short sleeved silver top and smart black trousers, the other female in her mid twenties in patterned jeans and a Christmas t-shirt. The two men were a boy in his early twenties, a young professional brought up in a rich home wearing a suit and tie and the other a man in his mid thirties, recently married and dressed in smart trousers and a dress shirt. Knowing they all had to pee, possibly pretty badly, aroused me even more but I also felt the social pressure to not hold myself openly even in a bathroom queue. At first we all remained quiet, every one of us concentrating on holding our own toilet needs in and no-one giving eye contact. First in the queue was the older woman in the sparkly top. She stood at the door crossed legged in silence looking at the floor. Next was the rich boy who was casually leaning against the wall showing no outward signs of needing to piss at all. The older man was, in contrast, more obviously needing and had his hands in his pocket as he bounced on his feet standing, slightly bending his knees as he did so. The girl in the Christmas t-shirt, who I was friends with called Lorraine, was pee dancing a little too, whereas I was losing all modesty by this point and despite my embarrassment I returned my hand to between my legs. I had to. It was either hold myself or wee myself. I was frantic. Four people to pee before me. Oh God, I wasn’t sure if I could seriously hold it that long. The door opened and as an older woman in his late fifties came out the lady in the sparkly top uncrossed her legs and ran in. Three to go. Oh man. I could not stop moving, even for a second. I was jigging about, squirming, holding myself and moaning. I had been bursting for so so long and I was now at a 9/10. I was close to full on wetting! Oh hurry up people. I had a show to take part in and no spare clothes. I was holding myself for dear life! Lorraine was the first to speak just saying how crazy it was to have the show in the castle with just one loo for so many. I said there was probably other toilets on the other floors but I wasn’t sure where. Maybe she suddenly remembered knowing where other ones where or she was just taking a chance but she ran out saying cheers and at that there was just me and the two gents left. Oh I longed to skip the queue and wee. I was utterly desperate to use the toilet. But now there were only men waiting with me I felt I should remove my hand from between my leg. That thought terrified me as the upwards thrust from the pressure of my hand was the only thing keeping my throbbing urethra shut. I shyly apologised unable to so much as look at either man in front of me so I just muttered to myself. ‘So sorry. I’m just so desperate, been holding for hours. So sorry.’ The younger man in the suit was still leaning against the wall staring at the other wall not in the slightest paying attention to my frantic pee dancing and muttered embarrassing apologies. The older man in the smart trousers and shirt who had his hands in his pocket and was still bouncing was more talkative. Watching him was the only thing preventing me from wetting myself as his moves, the thought of his dick throbbing in desperation and his sexy pee bouncing was turning me on beyond belief. He looked at me sympathetically, his gorgeous brown eyes sending shivers right through my entire body. ‘I know how you feel. It’s cool. I have to piss so badly too. I was trying to wait for after dinner but I couldn’t. I was bouncing my knee through my starter and squirming so much during the main course my wife whispered to me to go use the bathroom before it was too late. I wasn’t expecting a queue though.’ Hearing a man talk openly about his need was almost sending me over the edge. My nipples were rock hard, my urethra pounding and my glands secreting so many secretions I could feel my knickers filling with my own juices. I actually longed to use my fingers to touch myself inside my underwear both to keep the flood gates from opening and to bring myself to a needed climax. Thankfully the toilet flushed and we could hear the lady washing her hands and opening the bin to put a hand towel in. As she opened the door the young man in a suit stood up from leaning on the wall and went in. I silently begged him to hurry. I couldn’t wait much longer. There were just two of us waiting now. I think after dinner speeches and clear up was starting and I knew I had to get back soon. But I knew more than anything else in the world I HAD to use a toilet first. I had jeans on myself and at the end of my tether I undid my belt and undid the button and zip. My bladder was so hard and distended and it thanked me by expanding outwards right away. I still had one hand between my leg and I was now crossing my legs, moaning and moving every way I could to hold. I also could not take my eyes off the man who was in front of me who had one leg in front of the other and was bent forward with one hand leaning on the wall and the other in front of his crotch. He looked as desperate as I was and I decided to tell him so. ‘You look so desperate there. I know how you feel.’ He looked at me again, this time with pleading almost crying eyes as he half whispered, half groaned ‘I’m gonna piss myself in a second if he doesn’t hurry up.’ And at that he doubled over using both hands to grab his member tightly. He looked back at me in a very similar state and undid his trouser button and fly pushing one hand immediately inside to hold his penis through his boxers. With his head down and legs tightly crossed he moaned that he had leaked a little. He hobbled over to the door and knocked shouting ‘can you hurry up. I actually can’t wait any longer now. Please.’ Oh my word his actions and being able to see his cotton boxers and hear him pleading almost sent me over the edge to climax. I half laughed but blushing so badly I said ‘you need to hurry too please. I am really desperate to wee too’ ‘No worries there’ he said still holding himself tightly. ‘This piss ain’t gonna delay for anyone’. He turned and looked at me his face beetroot with embarrassment as I could see his half erect penis form through his tight grip and a wet patch on his dark blue boxers. Just then the door opened and without any thought that I could see everything he used his other hand to pull down the top of his boxers for a second revealing his beautiful penis as he quickly grabbed it again with his thumb over the top as urine tried to escape. He hobbled to the toilet as the door slowly closed on itself I could see his piss dripping onto the toilet floor and then pour out at force as he aimed it at the toilet. He hadn’t managed to lock the door behind himself but seeing and hearing him as he went in was sending electric waves right though me. I now HAD to climax every bit as badly as I had to pee...and that was immensely urgently! I slipped a hand inside my pants unable to hide the squelching noise it made as my fingers touched my open and sopping vagina. I stroked myself right there outside a public toilet at a big church function as urine leaked slowly out of my urethra mixed with huge stringy mucus from my glands making my underwear and hands covered. I quickly plugged myself with two fingers and crossed my legs tight. I pushed the door to the toilet ajar and watched as the piss poured out the man like it longed to do from me. Anyone could walk into the door at any minute and I was so close to having an orgasm! I know I shouldn’t have but I decided the only way I could cope was to step into the bathroom and let the door silently close over. The man was oblivious as I stood at the wall behind him, pulled my jeans down slightly, leaned back against the wall and used my fingers to bring myself to climax as he unleashed his massive longed for and huge piss stream into the toilet at last. He was caught up in his own orgasmic release, his eyes closed, head back as he moaned in relief as I moaned in relief simultaneously for another reason. As he finished I was just shaking from my ‘moment’ when he flushed and turned and saw me. I was mortified and terrified and with my head down I hurriedly tried to pull my jeans back up. Now I had orgasmed though I was about to piss myself. ‘Sorry’ I muttered breathlessly. ‘I couldn’t wait any longer’ And at that I literally ran for dear life to the toilet pushing my jeans and underwear down just as the waterfall finally released. The man washed his hands and dried them while my violent, urgent, and very loud pee splashed against the pan and water beneath like my very life depended on it. ‘Sorry’ I muttered again as I moaned in relief. My pee was in no hurry to end but the man was so polite in waiting to open the unlocked door as by now he had washed and dried his hands and was ready to leave. He waited until I had finished and washed my own hands before he opened the door and we both returned to the Hall relieved and so much calmer. ‘It’s meant to be a great show tonight’ he said casually as we walked back. I could only smile at him. I felt as if I had already had the greatest show that night and so had he. I have never done anything like that since and don’t plan on doing it again. That is unless anyone wants me to...
    5 points
  2. 4 points
  3. Another one from the vault. Mako walked into the restroom with as much confidence as she'd enter any room. Her first glance was at the row of toilet stalls. All three were occupied. "Damn," she said under her breath. She would have preferred it not come to this, but she'd known perfectly well it might, and was up to the task. With undiminished confidence, she leisurely cut a diagonal path across the square-tiled room and snatched at the paper towel dispenser, which surrendered her two jagged-edged rectangles with a deep rumble. Clutching the coffee-colored paper in her hand like a mouse in the talons of a hawk, she casually strolled up to the row of urinals, taking her place right between two that were presently occupied. The young user of the fixture on her left shifted his position shyly, giving himself more woman-free personal space, then tried to continue with his business, all while keeping his gaze off Mako and pretending that he hadn't noticed her. The reaction on the right was more overt. The man using that urinal jerked in surprise when he saw the appealingly-dressed woman walking up next to him. He quickly cut off his stream, and zipped up his fly after everything was tucked away. "Don't be ashamed," Mako said, shooting him a cocky smile. "It's not that small." He stood there, his face bubbling with several emotions, but he was obviously unsure how to express them to this stranger in this strange situation. Mako looked at the device she was about to make use of. She had seen a few urinals in her life, but had never paid much attention to them, since she'd never had to use one. It was a smooth, roughly rectangular piece of dull white ceramic. It began about two and a half feet off the floor with a trough that looked like the bleached mandible of a parrot. A vertical hood went up either side for about two feet until they met a horizontal mantle that proudly displayed the company logo and served as the foundation for a piece of corroded plumbing, shaped almost like an old fashioned pump, where the flush handle was located and where the source of the water for flushing met the porcelain fixture. As she sized it up, she spoke to her fellow restroom-users. "Well? Isn't anybody gonna ask what I'm doing here?" "This is the men's room, you..." "Yeah, I know what room this is," Mako said. "The urinals and penises clued me in." Having determined how to deal with a urine receptacle designed for a man, she spun around and prepared to relieve herself. "The line to the ladies' room is a mile long," she continued, "and I've got better things to do with my time than wait for a piss." "You can't just barge in here!" Mako zeroed in on the man's face with an intimidating glare. "I can do whatever I want, so far as there's nobody to force me not to." Without taking her eyes off him, she reached up into her skirt to pull her panties down to the bottom of her thighs. "I don't need any man to tell me what I am or am not permitted to do." She hiked her skirt up and thrust her bottom in the direction of the urinal, showing no modesty. "If you want a woman to act humble and meek at the sound of your voice, then go pay for a hooker." Without a word, the man left the room. "I hope he isn't employed here, because he didn't wash his hands," Mako quipped as she let loose on the urinal like a sandblaster on a wall. The other person at a urinal, who was still having some trouble completing his business, smiled nervously at this. The next thing that came out of Mako's mouth was an uninhibited moan of pleasure. For a few moments it looked like the woman was connected to the urinal by a rope of translucent yellow. The force of the evacuation caused her muscular thighs to become adorned with glistening droplets as some of her output ricocheted off the back of the urinal. Her impatient bladder was forcing so many milliliters out per second that her session with the device of male convenience was short. The almost solid-looking stream thinned out and bent downward, like water from a drinking fountain when pressure it taken off the button. Mako cut it off when it started to splatter on the floor. Then she wiped herself with the paper towels she'd taken. They were much more coarse than toilet paper, and her face betrayed a slight look of discomfort when she raked one of them across the most sensitive part of her body. She did the rest of the wiping much more gently. She kept the moist paper between two fingers on her left hand as she pulled up her panties and pushed down the handle to wash away her golden offerings to the porcelain god. She tossed it in the wastebasket on her way to the sinks. As Mako went to wash her hands, she again brushed elbows with the young man who'd used the urinal to her left. It was impossible for her not to notice the large, pointed bulge in his pants. "Enjoy the show?" she asked. "I...I wasn't looking." Once her hands were cleaned and dried by more of the brown paper towels, she pushed her way out the door, and relished the looks of surprise she got when she walked out of the men's room.
    3 points
  4. For @Peefreak, here's the story of a woman in her 30s on a long car ride, becoming increasingly desperate to pee. No wetting, focuses on the relief as requested. I couldn't help but add a prolonged desperation - I hope you enjoy it![Disclaimer - All inaccuracies and impossibilities about the driving route are the fault of Google Maps :-P]===== BEGIN ===== For the hundreth time, Tamara cursed her decision to make the long drive from Tuscon to San Francisco. Squirming to find a position that didn't stress her overfilled bladder, she longingly thought of the immediate relief available on planes. No crossing your legs and praying you find a rest area nearby - you can just walk up, relax your muscles and embrace the relief of an empty bladder. Well, unless there's turbulence she reminded herself wryly, as she pressed her thighs close together. The thought of relief had nearly caused an accident, but for now Tamara's long, chocolate colored legs twisted in to a pretzel did the trick. Hopefully the seal will hold till the next rest area.Well, not like the 32 year old curvaceous beauty with shoulder length, naturally curly hair (some would call it kinky hair) did not have good reason to drive. Her business was still in the nascent phase and money was tight. She had gone to San Francisco on a wish and a prayer, but the tech Mecca had answered them. She was returning home with a huge client in her pocket. And an equally huge pee filled balloon in her stomach, unfortunately. She gave in to the temptation and grabbed her crotch. She rubbed circles against her vulva, hoping to reduce the urgency a little bit. Just enough to hold on for a few minutes. She couldn't be very far from a toilet - this wasn't the wild west! The missed exit was almost half an hour behind, there just had to be an exit soon now! Even though she hadn't seen any signage, surely civilization demanded rest stops every half hour? She refused to think otherwise - her bladder didn't have very many minutes of endurance left. She just must find a place to pee!★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★It hadn't been half bad on the way out. She had taken her time, making frequent stops, even sleeping the night at a highway hotel, rather than pushing through. In fact, she had probably stopped every time she saw a half decent gas station - "just to be sure". But now she was on a tight schedule - she had an investor meeting lined up on the 'morrow and the negotiations in San Francisco had taken longer than she had hoped. She couldn't afford to dilly dally and had to power through the nearly 14 hour drive in a single day.Since Tamara didn't have time to go out of her way for "convenience breaks", she had carefully planned out the route. She would leave San Francisco after an early breakfast and drive non-stop till Pasadena. That would take roughly 6 hours - a little ambitious may be, but any adult woman should be able to do without a pee for 6 hours easily, right? She would eat a light lunch at Pasadena and then drive to Phoenix - another 6 hours away. She would stop for dinner, and (probably much needed) relief, and then finish the final 2 hours. If she managed to leave by 9am PT, she would reach home just before midnight, leaving her enough time to rest and recuperate for the lunch meeting with the investors.Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans. Her bladder wanted more breaks than she had planned, and screamed for relief most of the way. It was threatening to spill it's contents out all over the papers strewn around the car. Oh, where was the next rest area? She was tempted to sit on her heels, but she didn't want to turn on cruise control again. That accursed cruise control was the reason she was tearing at her hair in desperation right now. Otherwise she would already be on a porcelain throne, emptying herself, letting it all flow out and hit the water with that sweet thunk! Ok, bad idea to think of relief - her imaginary relief just turned up her very real desperation a notch.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★She pressed down on her lap through her skirt, wishing she was wearing something else. Something that gave her bladder more room - like a tracksuit may be. Though a skirt did have its uses.The final papers had been signed only over a very early breakfast today. Which meant she was still dressed in her business attire - a tight pencil skirt, reaching just down to her knees, a white starched shirt and black heels. A less than comfortable attire to drive the 14 hrs back home. Even if she didn't have a bladder about to burst.She could barely prevent herself from leaking all over the place as the car went above a speed breaker. Desperate times call for desperate means, and she hitched her skirt upwards and out of the way. She pressed her fingers against her pee hole while continuing to drive one handed! Ah, finally some relief, and way more than a suit would have afforded. As much relief as a very desperate woman can get - she was grateful for any relief.But even the hitching motion had jolted her bladder and made her need to pee worse. She pulled her skirt up a bit higher, trying to give her bulging bladder some room to expand. But the skirt was too tight, and there was barely any reduction in the pressure. Tamara was tempted to just pull off and pop a squat - oh how she envied men who could pee anywhere and everywhere! But a black girl on the back roads, half naked beside the road? No way Jose! She'll find a toilet soon!★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The morning ride hadn't been smooth either, but she had managed to hold back the flood as long as required, hadn't she? Though the desperation was nothing compared to now. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her, and mind-over-mattering herself to "wait till break time" just wouldn't work this time. Not with Phoenix still more than an hour away. Oh if only she could spot anything, even a MacD, in this god forsaken route! Her plan (to not stop at every rest area) seemed like a worse idea every passing second, as her desperation increased and she had to use all her will power to keep her bladder in check.She had almost peed herself in the first half of the drive too. Never one with an exceptionally large bladder, she had known the 6-hr drive would be a challenge. She had limited herself to two large coffees in the morning, just enough to wake herself up. And yet they had wrecked havoc on her system. By the time Pasadena came around, she was climbing the walls in desperation. She hadn't allowed herself to drink more than a small bottle of water after she left the hotel, but even then her bladder had felt ready to burst after barely 5hrs. Only her stubbornness to stick to the schedule (and the very real fear of missing thousands of dollars if she made unscheduled stops) had helped her delay a pee-break till she saw the "Welcome to Pasadena" board.She had stopped at the first gas station she laid eyes on, and climbed out bent nearly double. She had crossed her legs and grit her teeth as she filled her gas tank. Her overfilled bladder had threatened to spill out. The movement of gas under her hands, through the pipes, had made her imagine how good the urine flowing our of her, under equal pressure would feel. The thought was blissful! But the effect on her intense need to pee was merely painful.Clenching all her muscles she had managed to fill her car, park and walk over to the restrooms at the back without making too much of a show. Thanking all her stars for an empty toilet, she had rushed in, not even bothering to lock the door. She had never needed to pee this bad, and she couldn't wait a second longer. She just didn't have time. As she pulled her skirt and panties out of the way, she had been thankful for not having worn jeans. Shimmying out of jeans in that state would have been torture. As it is, she had barely gotten the panties out of her way when her bladder gave out. A short hard jet burst out on to the bathroom floor - apparently her body couldn't wait the extra second it would take to sit on the toilet. As the piss drops spattered back on her fancy shoes, she had managed to clamp the flow shut for long enough to sit down on the toilet like a civilized adult. Barely.The pee had flooded out of her, loudly gushing in to the bowl. She could feel the liquid rush out of herself, like a garden hose turned on at full volume. Gradually the cramps in her abdomen had given way to sheer joy, as she moaned in pleasure. Her skirt felt looser, no longer digging in to her bladder. She had relished the pleasure and squeezed the last drops out, waiting for her bladder to empty completely. She had closed her eyes and enjoyed the relieved sensation for a minute. Only then had she gotten up and cleaned herself off with the toilet paper.Ah, the simple joys of life. Who knew a good, hard pee could feel so so good? You really don't appreciate a bathroom till you have been denied one for 6 hours.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Once her bladder was empty, and Tamara could breathe again without worrying about losing control, she had realized just how thirsty she was. Barely drinking any water all morning had left her dehydrated. So she had bought a half-dozen pack of water bottles from the convenience store, along with a chicken sandwich and a bottle of orange juice. That'll do for lunch, she had decided - not like she was very hungry, and there was still a long way to go. No point in wasting time stopping at a restaurant.She had finished one of the water bottles even before she got in the car, and sipped on another till she had become hungry. Taking advantage of the utterly empty roads, she had turned on the cruise control, and gobbled down the sandwich, washing it off with the orange juice and another bottle of water. The roads at late afternoon were still pretty empty (not like these highways ever became too busy), so she had decided to keep her cruise control on. The good thing about cruise control is you can relax a bit, sit back and take a break during a long drive. The bad thing about cruise control is, you can't relax enough to do something else, and you don't have enough to do to keep you occupied with driving. Trying to keep herself awake and alert on the road, Tamara had continued sipping at a new bottle of water. It was something to do at least!It was only when her bladder gave out the familiar twinge of discomfort that she realized she had finished her fourth bottle, and had started on her fifth. That couldn't be good for her bladder schedule! Dammit! How could she have been so careless? In the 2 and a half hours since she had last stopped, she had finished four 16-oz. water bottles, and one 20-oz. orange juice. Given her 5th bottle was also half empty, there was now nearly 3 litres of liquids inside her. And her next scheduled pee break was still more than 3 hours away. Fuck, she was gonna be desperate for this one as well. A hard strong pee would be fun, when she finally reached a toilet - but she really didn't want her bladder to be as stretched as it was in the morning. Just thinking of it made her bladder ache dully (or was it the need to pee again? No, couldn't be - she had just peed! Definitely memory of that long morning drive, she convinced herself).Anyway, she wasn't desperate or anything, and she could always stop earlier and then power through to Tuscon. Given how dehydrated she had been, she probably wouldn't even need to pee too much. She would be just fine. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Half an hour later, she knew she wasn't going to be "just fine". She needed to pee, and she needed to do it soon. Her skirt felt tight around her midriff, and her bladder was throbbing constantly, demanding release. The large amounts of fluids meant she went from "could barely squeeze out a few drops" to "bursting at the seams" in 30 minutes.She looked around desperately for a rest area signage - she would just pee now (not like she had a choice), buy a sandwich for dinner and then not stop (or drink anything) till she reached Tuscon. As soon as her decision was made, her bladder gave a mighty thrust, as if to remind her of the urgency of finding a toilet soon. She bent forwards to control herself, and gave herself a good squeeze before straightening up again. Thank goodness for cruise control!As she sat back up, keeping one hand near her crotch, she noticed the coveted rest stop sign. The turning was just a mile away - ah, she would have relief soon! She again tugged her skirt up to give her expanding bladder some more room. As her waist band stopped digging in to her bladder, the organ bulged out and Tamara gently moved her hands over it. She didn't know her bladder could bulge out this way. It felt rock hard too, like it was packed to the brim. It definitely needed to be emptied soon!Well, soon enough now! She couldn't believe she needed to pee this badly just 3 hrs since her last break, but ah well, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do! She would just remember to not drink anything and make the last 5 hours strech just fine. She pulled her left leg up and sat back on her heel. As she ground her heel against her pee-hole, the urgency reduced a little and she sighed in relief. She sat back as her cruise control propelled her safely forward, towards the very welcome rest areas.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★And that was her big mistake. She realized it only when her car cruised right past the exit, merrily on it's programmed way to Tuscon. Fuck cruise control! She jolted out of her day dream and wrested back control of her car. Her bladder ached and her pee-hole burnt in protest. But by the time she had gotten back at the wheels, the exit was long gone and there was nothing to be done but to go forward.Wave after wave hit her bladder in quick succession, and she had to sit on the edge of the seat to maintain some semblance of control. She kept her legs as close together as possible, but the tight skirt and the necessity of keeping her feet at the proper controls meant she could get very little traction. She was tempted to put her car back in cruise control, but she couldn't possibly miss another rest area. She had to see this through. She still wasn't absolutely bursting - the next rest area would do just fine.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Half an hour later, the pressure on her bladder had steadily increased and she was definitely absolutely bursting. There was a constant dull ache in her abdomen now, and her skirt was digging down in to her bladder bulge. Only by frequently taking a hand away from the wheels and pushing it down against her crotch was she able to keep her pants dry. But she couldn't do it much longer.It was 3.5 hours since her last pee. Even under normal circumstances she would have needed a pee by now. But with the three litres of liquids sloshing inside her, Tamara was absolutely frantic. She pushed a finger inside herself, massaging her pee-hole. Ah, hooking her finger and applying pressure there directly finally gave her some relief. But she knew she was on borrowed time!Finally, when she was seriously wondering if she could manage to keep her panties dry a minute longer, she saw an exit. There was still no signage for a rest area, but she believed in civilization. Where there is an exit, there is a toilet, as they say (spoiler alert - no they don't say that). 5 minutes later, she was driving through deserted country roads with nothing but trees on all sides, and a hand permanently settled on her crotch. She was almost physically blocking her pee-hole now - she could feel the pee pushing against her spinchter, a drop on the verge of leaking out.Suddenly she couldn't take it anymore. She refused to wet her pants, and there didn't seem to be any civilization nearby to grant her the relief she was bursting for. Well, she'll improvise - fuck it, no one was around to see anything. As she made up her mind, her bladder relented a bit - stopping its constant throbbing to ache dully. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Tamara pulled up at the first shoulder she saw, not even a minute later. The road was fenced on all sides, so going in to the cover of the woods was out of the question. Well, waiting for a "more suitable place" was out of the question too. With cheeks burning in embarrassment at what she was planning to do, she pulled her panties off and let them drop to the floor. She was no drunk college kid, popping a squat for the heck of it. This was serious, she was in serious pain, and there was no rest area in sight. Her bladder was rock hard and bulging out, stretching the fabric of her skirt. She had to do what she had to do! She would burst otherwise. Keeping her hands firmly against her crotch she opened the door and stood up. Immediately gravity pulled the entire throbbing ball of liquid against her poor tired spinchter and she barely managed to not pee all over her hands. She hobbled over to the other side, and opened the front and back passenger doors - that should give her some privacy. Though given her skirt was riding up and she had both hands squashed against her crotch, she wasn't sure what dignity she was trying to save. There was no one to see anyway.She squatted down between the two open doors, and removed her hands. For a minute nothing happened - she felt the cool breeze around her privates, her bladder throbbed and clenched, but nothing came out. Even in her extreme desperation, it would seem the societal conditioning was winning out. Her body refused to let go - though she was in pain!She couldn't believe it. She was nearly leaking a moment ago! Tamara couldn't deal with the desperation - she just had to pee. So she took a deep breath and leaned slightly backwards, relaxing all her muscles consciously. She closed her eyes and imagined the relief she had felt in the morning, when she had finally been on that toilet. And at the thought of sitting on that toilet and peeing, her muscles finally gave out.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★A few trickles of pee flowed out first, giving her absolutely no relief. But then she started peeing in earnest, a thick clear stream shooting out of her labia, spattering against the road. She didn't care about the splashback getting on her shoes - she was too happy to be finally able to let loose. The pee flowed out like a river, under her car, gleaming on the asphalt. She relaxed a bit more, enjoying the release, revelling in her slightly naughty pee.Till she heard the sound of an engine not far away. Oh fuck, of course now that she was properly peeing, someone had to turn up. Anyone who saw a car with it's doors open and no one in sight would definitely stop to inspect. Oh, she would die of the humiliation if she was found like this.Willing her muscles to listen, she cut off her stream. Her bladder throbbed in protest - the 30s or so of relief had only made her need to pee stronger. Her skirt was still digging in to her overfull bladder, but she forced herself to stand up and close the passenger doors. She moved towards the driver's door just in time, as a car rounded the corner and bathed her in it's headlights. She kept her legs close together as she pretended to be checking the tyres, hoping whoever these people were would leave her alone to finish her pee.She was still bent over the tyres, legs pressed together when the other car stopped. Checking the tyres was a good way to mask the desperation that forced her to bend in two, but she could pretend to check it only so long. Praying her tired muscles held on, she straightened up and looked at the much older man and woman who got out of the car.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★"Hey, you all right?" the woman enquired in a friendly voice"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" Tamara responded in a strained voice. Her bladder really wanted to complete what it had started!"You lost or something? There is nothing on this road but forests for miles!" the man commentedWell, good thing she didn't carry on her search for a toilet then. If only these folks would go on their way and leave her alone!"Yeah, something like that. I took a wrong exit""Ah, happens to the best of us" the chatty man replied as Tamara cursed internally. Her pee-hole was burning from the effort of holding back the flood, and her legs were starting to hurt from being tightly pressed together."So why did you stop here? Something wrong with the car?""Just wanted to check the tyres - sounded like one of them may have burst"Tamara immediately regretted her choice of words. Her bladder really would burst if she didn't get away from them soon! She pressed her thighs closer together and prayed for relief."Oh, want me to give them a look see?""Nah, thanks. I am pretty good with cars myself""Oh, do you work with them?" the woman started upTamara really wasn't in the mood for this conversation - she needed to pee, now! But the polite southern girl could do nothing but respond politely, talking about her company, listening to a brief account of the man and woman's weekend in the woods and all the while (actually, just a couple of minutes) wishing she could at least hold herself."Well, we should get going - you have a long ride back to Tuscon"Finally. It was music to her ears, as she made an assenting noise"Just follow us back to the highway. We are going the other direction to Tuscon, but we'll have to drive to the exit anyway. Don't wanna be lost in these woods at this hour" the kindly lady remarked.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★Tamara could have cried from the frustation. Her thighs were pressed together, she was bent forward unnaturally, and her bladder was about to burst. She had been so close to relief! But now she had no excuse to not follow this couple. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she agreed. She will just have to find another place, once this couple had gone on their way."Just give me a minute, will you sweetheart? I need to take a leak" the man said.Tamara blushed. She couldn't believe this! Here she was bursting for hours, and this man casually talks about taking a leak? "My prostate is not what it used to be I am afraid" he semi apologized as he walked a little distance away.Tamara was still stunned. The woman, noticing her discomfort, spoke up "When you get on the wrong side of your 60s, you tend to do what you need to do ye know? I have popped a squat on more occasions than I would admit to", she added in light voice.She could only nod dumbly as the sound of pissing hit her ears. Her bladder almost gave up at the sound. The spattering of pee over the asphalt was so inviting! Oh, why couldn't she just pee so freely? She was wearing a skirt, and no panties - she could just let go now! No one would even see anything! And yet, a lifetime of conditioning held her back.She smiled at the lady and climbed in to her car, as she started walking back to hers. Sitting down relieved the pressure on her spinchter a bit, but she immediately shoved a hand in there to help. She didn't bother picking up her panties from the floor - she needed all the friction against her pee-hole that she could get. Though it seemed impossible, her need to pee had intensified after that aborted mission. But somehow her muscles were holding on, forcing her bulging bladder to keep it's contents in check. She hitched her skirt up higher as the man ambled back to his car, looking visibly more relaxed. Oh, if only she could admit to her need or find an excuse to not follow these folks on to the highway.But she couldn't, so she summoned all her will power and kept a seal on her bladder. She was constantly juggling and fidgeting, fingering herself not doing anything to relieve the need any more. No matter how she sat, her bladder felt extremely uncomfortable. She wished there was a way to unhook her skirt, to stop it from digging in to her rock hard bladder - but there was no way to relieve the pressure even a tiny bit in this from fitting skirt.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★The drive back to the highway was the longest five minutes of her life, staring longingly at the dark empty roads, where she could be relieving herself right now! Instead she drove on to the highway and had to muster up a smile in response to the couple's cheery wave.As soon as the couple disappeared from her rearview mirror, Tamara started looking for a place to pull over. The road wasn't exactly empty, trucks rushing past with a fair frequency. No matter how badly she had to pee, she didn't think she could just pee between her doors. Not on the highway. But she also definitely couldn't wait till a rest stop.Finally, just as she felt a drop slide out of her urethra and roll down her thighs, she saw a shoulder she could pull up at. The normally flat terrain had a dip here, and if she climbed over the short fence, she would have a tiny amount of privacy. Of course anyone seeing her climb the fence would guess what she was up to, and she wasn't sure if the dip was steep enough to hide her from the men in their tall trailers, but she was beyond caring by then. The 3 litres that had gone in must come out. Now.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★She pulled up and dragged herself out, trying to minimize any movement. Her bladder felt about to burst, as if even a small jolt would cause her to lose control completely. She took mincing steps towards the fence, as a truck thundered past. She thanked all the gods for the trucker not stopping. She really couldn't deal with another kindly intervention right now.Taking tiny steps, bending forwards at the waist the whole time, she reached the fence. Lifting one leg gingerly upwards, she was now straddling the barely 2 feet tall fence. But even that tiny amount of distance between her thighs was too much. She had to quickly open her legs wide as a jet of pee shot out of her vagina. She froze for about 20seconds as a small waterfall of piss cascaded down the fence. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing panties! The pressure made her pee stream straight downwards, leaving her clothes and shoes untouched. Anybody looking closely would have seen the jet of piss tumbling out from underneath her skirt, but the trucks whizzing by didn't seem to spare her a second glance. When she saw a private car at the horizon though, she woke out of her daze and tried to cut her stream off. She needed to get below the slope and away from any kind interventions (or staring kids and judging parents). She managed to reduce the flow to a trickle and then drips, but her bladder refused to shut down completely.So she kept her legs wide apart, ensuring the droplets of pee fell between her feet rather than driving on her thighs, and using this weird gait walked down the slope. She was beyond embarrassment at this point - her body had reached it's limit. As soon as she couldn't see the road any longer, she sank down in to a low squat.This time, there was no locking up of muscles. She was too far gone. As soon as she relaxed, the tiny trickle became a major river and gushed out of her. She sighed in contentment as she felt her bladder finally deflate. The pee kept gushing out for a minute before her skirt felt comfortable again. She could see the pee flowing downhill, creating channels in the soft earth. She continued peeing at full force for a few more seconds before it reduced to a trickle - naturally this time. She pushed on her bladder with all her might, trying to expel every last drop as fast as possible.Finally the pee stopped coming, and her bladder wasn't burning any more. She remained squatting, trying to push any last drops out. When she finally got up and fixed her skirt, her bladder still felt sore. She massaged it gently, and promised never to push it to such limits again.★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★As she climbed back to her car, a thoroughly relieved expression on her face, she decided not a drop of water will pass her lips till she reached Tuscon.And it didn't - not even when she bought herself another sandwich at another gas station, and emptied her tired bladder again. After two long holds, her bladder was grateful for the break. But she was still really glad when she finally reached home. She rushed to the toilet to pee another absolute gusher at the end of a really long day. Peeing really was one of the most underappreciated joys of life, she thought as she fell asleep. ===== END ===== Author's Note - Please please do leave your feedback ? Especially whether the back and forth in time (between morning and current time) worked for you. That's an experiment I tried, so fingers crossed.
    3 points
  5. Tonight, spur of the moment, I decided I would do a small hold just for fun. I wasn't feeling like doing anything big, as I was quite tired after a long day, but I had the time, so, I figured, why not? As per my usual, I started off rather casually, drinking around half a litre of water in the first two hours. It didn't do much for me, only made me feel a mild urge to use the restroom. A little while after, I chugged 250 mL, followed by 250 more, sipped over the course of an hour and a half. By the time I finished this off, I was definitely starting to feel it, and the slight urge to squirm energised me a bit. It was as if my anticipation for a nice, long hold had me slowly regaining the energy I had lost throughout the day, and before I knew it, I had added another half a litre to the mix, bringing the total to around 1.5 litres in my system, perhaps a bit more since it wasn't exact measurements. Now, I'm no superhuman, and my bladder can't hold nearly that much, so I knew I was going to be full to bursting quite soon. My body was practically shivering with anticipation for the desperation I had been craving for a few days now. I spent the next bit of time sprawled out on the floor, watching various YouTube videos to keep myself distracted from the slowly growing discomfort in my abdomen. Every so often, I reached down to feel my bladder, testing how full it was. Around the 6 hour mark of the hold, when it was starting to get quite late at night, my bladder had finally reached the point where even the most fascinating video couldn't keep me distracted. It was rock hard, and spasms rocked my entire body every few seconds. My skin was taut and warm around my too-full bladder, and I was almost shaking from the strain of trying to keep it all in, as well as the pure rush of anticipation at finally reaching the peak of my desperation. After observing my slight bulge for a little bit, I laid down on the floor on my back, legs straight out, and willed myself to lay completely still, just to see how long I could hold it without squirming or grabbing myself. I felt as if my whole body was burning with the effort, and I couldn't even last a whole minute with how much I needed to go. Before I even realized what was happening, my weakened bladder muscles caved, and liquid started trickling out, filling my panties with a warm wetness. As soon as I recognized what the sensation was, I immediately panicked, as I didn't want to completely wet myself and have to deal with the clean-up. Even so, when I finally managed to stand up, there was a large wet spot on the floor, and I didn't even stop leaking when I was standing, drops traveling down my bare legs. I grabbed myself to forcefully stop the flow as best I could, and moved as quickly as possible to the bathroom, which was luckily not far away. I took a seat on the toilet without even bothering to pull down my already soaked panties, and as soon as I did, the rest of the contents of my bladder started gushing out in an almost orgasmic relief. Afterwards, I sat there for a few moments, reveling in the warm wetness of my completely soaked panties. The feeling was like pure bliss, and I clung to that high for as long as I could, as a more intense hold like that was exactly what I had needed. It's left me absolutely exhausted afterwards, but luckily, I have a full night's sleep ahead of me! I just hope I won't have to wait too long for the next hold~
    3 points
  6. Hello, I too have arrived from The Great Longnec-I mean Tumblr Migration. I've technically had this account for over a year or so and posted an intro WAY back, but I admittedly preferred Tumblr for posting and kind of abandoned this site a few posts in, so I might as well post a new one now that I'm actually going to try and use it. You can call me Whisper if you'd like. I'll mostly be posting some of my old fanfiction here to start off. I write for a variety of fandoms (too many to list and I'm always finding more, so feel free to ask if I've seen/played something), but I'll probably be known for Persona 5, since I've filled over half the omorashi tag on ao3 if you search for that specific game, haha. (10 out of the 20 fics, technically, but the tenth contains three separate fics within). I guess you could say that game stole my heart (and here the crowd boos). Some of you might remember a fic of Jade from Victorious that I posted the first part of on here, unfortunately I probably won't be finishing that, both due to actually losing the partially-written draft I had for the other chapter and because I've lost interest. I did greatly appreciate the kind comments though! I'll say right now that I'm not interested in doing live holds and I'm not seeking a relationship, so please don't ask me about those things, thank you! I prefer to keep those aspects of this kink to myself! (Also, as a side note: I've seen some people post Blogs of their fanfiction. Do the individual posts still end up in the Fanfiction forum too when you do that, or does that actually keep them out of them (so then only people who click the blog would see them? I'm trying to decide if it would be better to post my different oneshots individually in the forum, or make a blog for them instead.)
    3 points
  7. - Do you need to use a bathroom? - Quite. - That is rather interesting.
    3 points
  8. I’ve been lurking on this site for many years now but I actually never made an account, but I guess now is the perfect time to. I am the person in this video and I uploaded it on Tumblr about a year ago but I deleted that page for personal reasons. I planned on returning to Tumblr but with the adult content ban I decided that it may be best for me to come here to restart my omo journey What sucks is that this person is uploading this video on a verified PH profile and trying to pass it off as their own— which I never approved of. A lot of my posts got thousands of likes/reblogs so I’m aware that I put it on the internet for everyone to see and I’m sure many people have downloaded the video for their own personal purposes, which is fine. I just hate that it’s being reuploaded and possibly profited off of without my consent. It’s okay tho, I already messaged PH support today to get it taken down. But for good news— I’ll be making more free content and posting on here very soon. I hope to make the same friendships and connections that I had on Tumblr.
    3 points
  9. I went to Germany for a business trip a few weeks ago and was lucky enough to see a couple of really good desperation sightings. During an all-day meeting, as we got close to the lunch break I noticed that the stunningly beautiful Bulgarian woman sat next to me was starting to fidget in her seat. It was around 12pm, the meeting had started just before 9am and I had not seen her leave the room once, despite the large cup of coffee and several glasses of water she had been drinking. There had been a short 5 minute break called at around 10.30am and she did not take the opportunity to use the loo, but instead helped herself to another cup of coffee. She was a tall, slim brunette woman, about 30 years old, dressed smartly in pencil skirt and heels, quite a senior team manager, and I was finding it hard to take my eyes off her and she squirmed in the chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and occasionally sighing under her breath as the meeting dragged on. The lunch break was scheduled for 12.30pm but the meeting was overrunning, and by now the woman next to me was clearly absolutely dying to go to the loo. She was sitting now watching the speaker intently but kept looking up at the clock, her legs tightly crossed and bouncing her foot up and down, hands resting in her lap pressing down slightly. Her bladder was clearly achingly full and her tight pencil skirt probably didn't help, but despite her fairly obvious need to relieve herself she seemed hesitant to leave or interrupt the meeting, perhaps because she was one of the presenters and she didn't want to look unprofessional. However, after another ten minutes the meeting was still going and the bursting lady was clearly at her limit. She was sitting right at the edge of her seat, legs uncrossed but jiggling up and down and squeezing her thighs together, her hands pressing down hard in her lap and occasionally running them over her thighs. It was now 12.45pm, and she had been in the meeting room for 4 hours without a loo break despite all of the coffee and water she had been drinking, and she obviously couldn't wait a second longer. The poor woman was absolutely frantic to pee. Blushing slightly, she stood up quickly from her seat and announced quietly in a lovely Bulgarian accent "Sorry, I really have to go to the bathroom", before walking quickly out of the room. I heard her hurrying down the corridor, her heels tapping loudly on the floor, almost jogging in her haste to get to a loo. She came back in a couple of minutes later, quite red faced but smiling, obviously happy to have finally had chance to pee after sitting there absolutely bursting to go for hours. The next day I was sitting in yet another meeting that went on for the whole morning. It was around 10.30am when I noticed that the gorgeous slim blonde German woman sitting next to me was getting very fidgety as the meeting dragged on. She was in her mid to late 20s, wearing tight jeans and ankle boots, and could hardly sit still as the minutes ticked by. I had shared a cab with her from the hotel that morning, leaving at about 8.00am and coming straight to the meeting room after arriving at the office. She had poured herself a large cup of coffee and several glasses of water over the last couple of hours and had not left the room once, so was clearly starting to feel some pressure in her bladder. As the meeting dragged on she was starting to squirm in her seat with her legs tightly crossed, pressing her thighs together and bouncing her legs rhythmically. By the time it hit 11am her cheeks were flushed and she was fidgeting so much that she was almost bouncing up and down in her chair, and was crossing and uncrossing her legs and shifting position every couple of minutes. The 1 litre glass bottle on the table in front of her, which she had been steadily pouring herself drinks from as the hours passed, was totally empty by now, and clearly her bladder was almost at maximum capacity. It must have felt like it was about to explode. I'm sure the tight fitting jeans she was wearing didn't help her predicament, and she must have been absolutely longing for a break to be called so she could run to the ladies and relieve herself. Sure enough, just after 11am the woman chairing the meeting asked us if we'd like to have a short 5 minute break. The desperate woman next to me nodded and said 'Yes!' straight away, immediately standing up from her seat. She laughed and bobbed up and down on the spot as she picked up her phone from the table. 'Sorry, too much water!' she said, smiling and rosy-cheeked, before hurrying straight out of the room, her boots clicking loudly as she rushed frantically down the corridor towards relief. A couple of minutes later I walked out of the room towards the toilets and saw her coming back the other way, and she smiled at me and said Hi as we passed in the corridor, looking very relieved after finally getting to pee after waiting for so long.
    2 points
  10. This is a 100% true story about my ex. It’s been long enough that I feel like I can share it. Given my fetish, this was one of the craziest experiences I’ve ever had. Obviously her name will be changed. Here it goes. Megan and I were on a spontaneous date at a local venue while on a small trip. It was this tiny place that was super packed on this night to see a couple local musicians. The tables were really cramped and we were seated against a wall and behind a railing in such a way that it was impossible to get out without having two people from nearby tables get up and walk out of the aisle. So this place was super hot and we order two waters and two alcoholic drinks. Megan comments a lot about the heat and finishes both of her drinks before the first musician even starts. After awhile, she mentions that she has to pee, but is obviously not inclined to ask our neighbors to get up so she can go. On top of that, people are performing, and it would be a whole disturbance, and she says she’ll be fine. The venue really just gets hotter the longer we’re all there under the lights and Meg keeps drinking my water now despite needing to pee. She started glancing around a lot as if looking for/deciding on an opportunity to go relieve herself, but was always shy about calling attention to herself. As the performances came to an end she became increasingly desperate. She started with her legs crossed, shaking them up and down. As time went on she started uncrossing and crossing them, shifting in her chair, putting her hands in her lap but not between her legs. When the last act started, she quietly said to me in a whine that she should have gone earlier, shifting in her seat often with her hand now going back and forth to her crotch to hold herself and then pulling out, probably not wanting me to see. I asked her if she was gonna make it, teasing a little, and she turned red and said yes, she just needed to go once this act ended. At some point, she mentioned that her foot hurt and took her shoe off I thought nothing of it at the time. Finally it ended and she was so relieved. The host of the venue or whatever started addressing the room and talked for maybe 15 minutes, thanking the artists and everyone for coming and whatnot, and having relief so close but drawing out was obviously putting Meg in agony. She bounced up and down consistently in her chair, legs crossed tight, hand now firmly on her crotch. She was mumbling about him hurrying up, getting frustrated as he continued and continued. When he finished, everyone clapped for awhile and then began exiting. In a serious tone Meg said to me that she really needed to go. I got up and held my hand out to her which she took. As I pulled her up, she immediately bent at the knees and her hand shot between her legs. Apparently her foot had become hurt some way and was swollen and gave out as she stepped up. A couple stood immediately behind us and witnessed as she stood there frozen for a few moments, squeezing her thighs together and rubbing her crotch. She was a really shy and easily embarrassed person and was blushing furiously the entire time. She got her composure and was able to walk, but with obvious strain and crossing her legs every time we had to stop, which was often. The place was so packed and many people knew each other and talked and hugged. The wall to the front entrance where the bathrooms were took what felt like forever. Meg seemed to become increasingly nervous, realizing she may genuinely have an accident. When we finally got to the bathrooms, the line was down the hallway. Meg seemed like she might cry. She said she wouldn’t make it and we had to find somewhere else, so we exited. But it was 10 PM and everywhere was closed. She knew of a nearby lobby for a few different stores that had a bathroom inside and we walked there. She was limping from her foot which made her much slower in getting to the lobby, whimpering to herself “please be open, please be open.” We got to the door and Meg pulled it to find it locked. Her body seemed to give out from the expectation of relief and she buckled at the knees, both hands between her legs and bobbing up and down furiously. She seemed like she might burst into tears at any moment. She said to me she couldn’t make it but I encouraged her that she could. We determined that we should go back to the venue to try that bathroom again. When she was able to get control over her bladder, we rushed back to be told that we could not re enter. Meg begged the bouncer, telling him she just needed to pee. He said there were porta potties at the park nearby. She doubled over and crossed her legs, rubbing her crotch and not able to hide it. Knowing Meg who hated for people to even know she had to pee, this was a mortifying situation. She begged again and the bouncer seemed amused, telling her she better hurry if she wanted to make it. Meg began to cry and I tried to comfort her. She resolved to make it to the park for the porta potties. We rushed there with her in absolute desperation. Once she stopped and gasped, crossing her legs and bobbing furiously. She started saying “please no” over and over while stuck in place, until finally just starting to walk at full speed. We got to the park and she looked around frantically. No porta potties to be seen. She was obviously bursting at this point and resumed her position with legs crossed, hands between them, rubbing her thighs together as hard as she could. I said we were close to my car and could she make it home but she said she wouldn’t make it, letting out little pained moans over and over as she rubbed her crotch. I told her she should just pee here in the park. There was no one around. She seemed mortified by the suggestion but relived at the same time. She started to say okay but then had a terrible realization. She was wearing a sort of jumper that zipped all the way up in the back and had no way to pee without pulling the whole top down. She began to cry, doubled over. She seemed slightly frantic, not knowing what to do. I didn’t know what to do either but just keep staring. She started to say “no, no, please” in a strained voice and I could tell she was bursting and losing the battle. She looked around the park quickly and then in a panic spread her legs, squatting and trying to pull the jumper to the side from her pussy so she could pee. The material was stretchy so she could mostly do it, and a torrential wave of pee began flooding out of her. Her face the most red I ever saw her and gave what seemed to be an involuntary moan as she peed and peed onto the ground. Some started to trickle down her leg and she seemed to try and succeeded to stop peeing for a second, but then couldn’t stop it and came rushing out even harder, dripping into her shoe. She continued to pee for what seemed impossible. She seemed mortified that I was there to witness it and the amount that she just kept peeing, making nervous comments about how long it was going. She seemed to try to stop the flow multiple times but it just kept rushing out. As if things could get any worse, we started to hear voices approaching. She looked up to the noise of what seemed to be a 4 person family approaching and became even more panicked. A river continued to pour from between her legs to the ground as they got closer and she mumbled “please no please stop” to herself as I listened to her flow stop and start over and over. As they passed by, she lost the battle. The rest of her pee began flooding out steadily. The family came as close as about 15 feet from us and craned their heads around as they most likely heard the sound of Meg’s pee hitting the ground. She started crying again. After what seemed like an eternity, the flow eventually tapered off. Meg was a definitely a mix of mortified and relieved after that. She was horribly embarrassed I had witnessed the whole thing and asked me multiple times never to tell anyone.
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  11. My favorite desperation scenario is when a woman has to pee very badly in a situation where women can't pee but men can. For example - a woman is out drinking with a bunch of male friends - it's late, the bars are all closed, they're on their way to the subway and they all have to pee - so the guys go pee against a wall, while the woman has to stand there watching them pee while she's stuck holding it
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  12. Tumbling In

    Welcome to OmoOrg, we're happy to have you here! You can actually do both! I personally have a blog for a dedicated series I've recently been working on, and a blog dedicated to my oneshots compiled in one place. Threads provide a great place for your readers to provide general feedback and suggestions that aren't specific to one single chapter, so you could post your stories to your blog and then link them to a thread like so: Links to blog entries and so on automatically embed like this too, so it works to keep everything looking as clean and seamless as possible. But in general, feel free to do whatever you find is most comfortable for you and your readers!
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  13. Back in high school I was on the swim team. I only swam my sophomore year, and only met a couple friends out of the large team. One of the only people I considered a friend on the team was a girl my brother use to be friends with when he went to high school, a senior named Maddie. We used a local pool to practice at which had lifeguards to run it during the day. Well, one day practice had just begun and some dude quickly gets out and starts talking to the coach. Then they go and get the lifeguard and they find out someone pooped in the pool. Everybody had to get out for the day as they put chemicals in the water. Most of the team thought it was disgusting, but was happy to be sent home. Later however, Maddie told me what happened. Some of the older girls found out that if the public pools find poop in it they have to close down for the day. So a group of girls Maddie was friends with convinced one of them to poop in the pool to get practice cancelled. Well she actually pooped her pants in the locker room, then got in the water. I guess they were joking around about it but she really had to go and really wanted practice cancelled so she shit in her swimsuit. I don’t know how she didn’t get caught but there were rumors going around afterwards about her.
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  14. I think it is a simple matter that wetting was recognized and labeled as being its own, unique kink, in Japan and thus was given its own, unique name. When I first got online the catch-all term for any kind of urine related fetish was watersports. There wasn't any separation between wetting, desperation, golden showers, pee drinking... It was all just watersports. The term "omorashi" caught on because it was concise and had a very clear meaning. It also allowed wetting fetishists to separate themselves from more hardcore pee enthusiasts.
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  15. Hi again all, It's been a while but I have been trying to find time to write the second chapter about Alice. If you missed it, chapter one is here. Massive thanks for the positive feedback from posters on my previous chapter. Hope you enjoy this one! I don't get much time, but i'll try to follow this up when I can! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alice stood on the street, tapping her foot subconsciously as she stared at the building. From the outside, it was nothing special. Just a typical dilapidated old warehouse in East London that had seen a revival in recent years, with investors flooding the area as it became fashionable. 'I should have bought a place here ten years ago, it would have quadrupled in price by now' Alice thought as she stared. She hadn't been sure she would come back to this building. Her past experience here had been completely unexpected and entirely new to her. Although the high salary was extremely appealing, Alice had always thought of herself as rather 'normal', sexually. What happened here the week before had been so far out of her comfort zone that afterwards she had sworn to herself she wouldn't go back. That was five days ago. Since then, there had been very little she was able to think about except for the feeling of utter and complete desperation she had felt, combined with the extremely erotic way she had been touched by another woman. Alice had been more turned on than she could ever remember that afternoon, and she had remained so for the last five days, no matter how many times she told herself to ignore it. Alice had never been one for 'self pleasuring'. She had always seen it as extremely embarassing, even when her friends talked about it. The last five days she had come closer than ever before to giving it a try. She was finding the constant tingling and dampness between her legs almost unbearable. Added to that, every time she needed to pee she had become so uncontrollably aroused that she had to go and pee immediately or her legs would start to go weak as she tried to hold it in. That was exactly what was happening now. Her first day in the Omobar, as a paid member of staff. A very well paid member. Her bladder felt uncomfortable. She would normally have gone to the bathroom an hour before, at least, but she had been told to turn up needing to pee, and here she was. Tapping her foot on the pavement and building up the courage to enter. 'Here we go then' she muttered, and strode across the road, pushing the buzzer. The door swung open after a few minutes and she walked down the stairs. A friendly face greeted her at the elevator. "Hi Alice, welcome back," Sophie said with a smile showing her perfect teeth. She wore a short, figure hugging pink dress which showed off her curves beautifully, her hair falling in ringlets over prominent and poorly concealed breasts. "Thanks!" replied Alice, blushing a little as she took in the gorgeous figure in front of her. 'What is wrong with me at the moment? Everything is turning me on like crazy" she thought to herself angrily. 'Behave like a professional for god's sake' They got into the lift and descended to the floor below. "Changing rooms," smiled Sophie, noticing Alice's questioning glance. She hadn't been to this floor during the last visit. The doors slid open and Alice looked around. It was like a changing room at a fancy gym, except with the notable absence of toilets. She squeezed her thighs together and rose onto tiptoes for a moment. "Need to pee?" Sophie asked "Pretty badly" Alice replied with a weak smile, resuming her leg tapping. "Well the clients should be here in about half an hour, so not too much waiting. Time to get changed! Drink this." Sophie handed her one of the mysterious cocktails she had been served at her interview. "What should I wear?" Alice sipped her cocktail, feeling nervous that the outfits she had brought were not glamorous enough "Everything is here in your locker, don't worry" Sophie replied, with a sparkle in her beautiful eyes. "It's just me and you tonight, only two clients. Should be great fun!" Alice surprised herself by feeling slightly disappointed. She realised she had been hoping that Rachel would be there, with her full, wet mouth and probing, soft, sensual fingers... She stopped herself and realised she had been about to touch herself through her skirt just thinking about it. Blushing a deep red she turned around and sat down on a bench, pressing the edge of it into her crotch and wriggling on it to stop her need to pee being quite so severe. "Sorry, I..." She said, red faced. "Don't worry," replied the brunette. "I was the same when I started. Had to make myself cum about 8 times a day for the first month just to calm myself down." She winked slowly at Alice and looked her up and down, which only served to increase Alice's arousal. "Oh, I don't... erm... No, I haven't..." Alice chuckled bashfully, unsure of what to say when faced with such a brazen admission. "Shut up!" Sophie replied with her mouth open. "You haven't touched yourself since last week??" "I've never.. erm... never done that!" Alice muttered under her breath, finishing her cocktail with a slurp. "Shit, girl, you must be going out of your mind. This place is the sexiest place I've ever been, and your interview was one of the sexiest things i've ever seen! How could you stand not cumming after that?!" "It's been... difficult" Sophie looked long and hard at the wriggling girl and after a few moments, said "I've got just the thing for you tonight. Get dressed." Alice stood up with an effort, clenching her pee hole closed, and pulled a dress identical to Sophie's but in black out of the locker. 'What the hell was in the drink??' she thought to herself for the second time that week. She undressed slowly, being careful not to jolt her bladder. Her top and bra came off with her legs crossed, but she had to twist her skirt to unzip it and it put awful pressure on her bladder. "Fuck, not yet!" she moaned, sliding her legs frantically past each other as she buried her hand in her crotch. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood there in black lace panties, hand in her crotch, as she tried to decide the best way to get the dress on without pissing in it before the night had even started. "You are so beautiful" Said Sophie, coming round from behind the lockers. "And damn sexy when you hold yourself. Is it that bad already?" Alice nodded and whimpered. She had drunk a lot of water and two mugs of tea before coming just in case she didn't need to pee enough.It was all hitting her at once now and she collapsed to her knees, sitting on her heel, grinding it into her crotch. Together, they squeezed Alice into the dress. It felt way too tight around her bladder and she didn't dare get up. There was no room for a bra under the dress and Alice was sitting on her heel so there was no way to get the dress past her hips without her standing. "OK, ready?" Said Sophie, who had started to wriggle around herself. "One, two.... three" Alice clenched as hard as she could, stood up, and her hand flew to her crotch. She had gotten so desperate so quickly again, but this time after the last five days of sexual denial, she was also getting uncontrollably horny. This was easily the most desperate she had been since her interview, and it seemed, now, that desperation was directly linked to arousal. Even just with her hand in her crotch, not moving, on the outside of her panties she felt her legs getting weak and her breath becoming shallow, her face reddening. "No, no" Sophie intervened. "Not yet beautiful," Alice was returned to the real world and realised she had her eyes closed and was leaning against the lockers. She looked down at herself, dress hiked up around her hips, hand on her small panties. She blushed again. "Sorry, I... I don't know what..." Sophie stepped over so she was within an inch of Alice's face. Her beautiful perfume and bouncy chestnut hair occupying all of Alice's senses apart from those in her bladder. She leaned in and sensually, softly and fragrantly kissed Alice on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few seconds but to Alice it felt like weeks. She was breathless again and her knees were shaking, half from her desperate attempt to hold her bladder, half from how close she was to orgasm. "Plenty of time for orgasms. Plenty of them." She was still so close Alice could have licked her. "The clients are arriving now and we need to be ready." she whispered in Alice's ear. "Take off your panties" "I can't, I'll piss myself" the poor girl moaned, legs bouncing back and forward. "You can do this" A soft whisper Alice took a deep breath, concentrated with all her strength on holding her pee, and released her hand. "Aaaaaaaaah" screamed the poor tortured girl with the sheer effort of holding her pee hole closed without her hand to help. Her chest was heaving, breasts almost coming out of the small cups that the dress provided. With one swift movement, Sophie bent down, pulled the black panties down to Alice's ankles and replaced Alice's hand with her own, jamming it between the tanned thighs which were pounding up and down, mincing together in a last ditch effort to hold on. "Oh. My. God." Exclaimed Sophie as Alice stood, trembling, her whole body shaking as she fought the wave of pee inside her. "You are unbelievably wet. I have literally never felt anything like this!" Sophie's fingers were sliding aroung between Alice's legs as she writhed, leaning against the lockers. "I... Can't ....Stop" She screamed. She could feel a wave building up inside her. Her whole body was burning, shaking, tingling with the most incredible feeling she could ever imagine. Her toes went numb, followed by her fingers, and still Sophie's hand slid around the soft, slippery wetness between her legs, Alice's bladder felt like it was ready to explode. Pain shot through her stomach and down into her crotch, mixing with the intense pleasure she was getting from Sophie. She writhed and groaned, faster and harder. "I... Seriously..." She breathed "Can't..." With that Alice collapsed against the lockers and Sophie reached around behind her to steady her, pressing into her stomach accidentally. The second she did so, a loud hissing sound burst from between Alice's legs and she screamed, on the very edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. "No! Stop!" Said Sophie urgently, breathing heavily and looking flushed herself. Alice started retreating from the edge of orgasm. "Please, keep touching! Almost... There..." But Sophie had removed her hand and was repeating herself. "Stop!!" With a superhuman effort, Alice pulled all her strength together and cut off the flow of pee. She had peed for about fifteen seconds. Not nearly enough to satisfy her desperate bladder, but enough to enable her stand without holding herself. "Why?" She asked breathlessly, chest heaving and feeling slowly returning to her toes. "You have to be desperate for the clients," replied Sophie with a wink. "But I need to..." Alice was returning to herself now. Still desperate to pee, still desperate for an orgasm, but still bashful. She admonished herself for almost saying 'cum' infront of someone else! She hastily pulled her dress down to cover her still dripping vagina, noticing the fluid coating the inside of her thighs. "Like I say, plenty of time," Sophie smiled mischeviously. She pulled out a strange looking device that looked like a three pronged rubber fork but with the three prongs arranged in a triangle and the handle missing. "This is for you". Sophie stepped towards Alice again and slowly pulled up her dress, once again revealing her neatly trimmed hair and shining wet crotch. Alice was wriggling a little with desperation but she allowed Alice to guide the rubber fork into her pussy. One prong reached inside her, pressing gently on the inside of her, right against her g-spot. Alice gasped sharply as a fresh wave of arousal hit her. 'Another woman is putting something inside me!' her mind shouted, almost as loud as her bladder was shouting. The second and third prongs reached outside, one on either side of her enlarged clitoris which was slippery and begging to be touched. The prongs brushed it slightly and Alice shuddered with pleasure, almost losing control of her bladder again. "Shit!" she shouted instinctively, and her hand shot to her crotch. To her surprise, the little toy was so well fitted to her that she could barely feel it, even with her hand against her naked crotch. She bounced up and down on the spot a little, regaining composure. "There, that should do it" Said Sophie with a smile. "What is that thing??" "A vibrator," Alice blushed, yet again. "I've never... used..." "Then you're in for a treat," replied Sophie. "Because I've got the controller for yours and now..." she reached down to Alice's crotch and did something Alice couldn't see. "You've got the controller for mine. "Watch" Sophie pulled her skirt up, revealing neatly trimmed hair that was just long enough to curl. She put her hand into her crotch, as if to stop herself peeing. It was, quite simply, the most arousing thing Alice had ever seen. As soon as Sophie touched her crotch, an incredible thing started happening to Alice. All at once, she felt like she was about to burst with pee, her clit was shooting fireworks into her body she screamed in pleasure. Sophie took her hand away. "You can't be that obvious!" she said, chuckling. "We're not really supposed to use these, but because they're so small nobody ever notices. But they will if you have a screaming orgasm every time I hold myself! I'll be doing that a lot tonight!" Alice could see stars. She felt like her world had just exploded with pleasure. "I thought I was going to pee right then!" "That's the g-spot, it'll do that to you," Sophie grinned. "Come on, we're late, and I am bursting for a pee. Let's get this show started." The two girls straightened themselved up and, wriggling and bending over slightly at the waist, they got back in the elevator... ...To be continued
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    Back with another two videos from my superheroine collection ? Today's two videos may look familiar to some people here, as I believe it has been uploaded by DuffMan as part of a larger compilation. However I came across the full JAV on my own and made my own supercut which I believe has more wetting scenes and each are longer as well. Fear wetting fans would love these two videos, is what I would say. Especially GHOR-50, which is one of my favorite omorashi videos of all time. Cheers and await more incoming superheroines in peril! ?
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  17. Edited Excerpt from: Flemming, Ian. Moonraker. London: Pan Books Ltd., 1963. By: Rachel K. While reading I came across the following excerpt, describing female desperation, from a classic James Bond novel. Classic because not only is the story itself a classic but also because it was originally published in 1955, and thus contains all the coded and proper language fitting a British novel of this time, especially one written by such an esteemed gentleman as Mr. Flemming. I personally find the coded language almost more erotic than the more overt, and so what I have done here is reproduced a portion of chapter 18 “Beneath the Flat Stone,” which is preceded by a few short segments, either written by myself or from earlier chapters, summarizing the plot and characters briefly. I have not, for obvious practical and copy write issues endeavoured to reproduce more than a portion of a chapter of this book. Also note that this is from the original novel and not from the popular film, which follows a different plot and likely has different names etc. You can easily find the book if you want to whole story so my apologies for the rather skint plot summary. In this version I have made my own additions, to make the story a little more interesting. Enjoy my more risqué version. The Story Thus Far: James Bond has been assigned as a security officer to look out for the sabotage of a new super-rocket (the Moonraker) which is being developed by Hugo Drax, and wealthy apparently altruistic millionaire who is donating the super-rocket system to the UK. Also described as a “bullying, boorish, loud-mouthed vulgarian.”(page 32). But a clever and cunning man. The rocket will give England the edge in the arms race. Drax is described as: “Drax gave the impression of being a little larger than life. He was physically big – about six foot tall, Bond guessed – and his shoulders were exceptionally broad. He had a big square head and the tight reddish hair was parted in the middle. On either side of the parting the hair dipped down in a curve towards the temples with the object, Bond assumed, of hiding as much as possible of the tissue of shinning puckered skin that covered most of the right side of his face. Other relics of plastic surgery could be detected in the man’s right ear, which was not a perfect match with its companion on the left, and the right eye, which had been a surgical failure. It was considerably larger than the left eye, because of a contraction of the borrowed skin used to rebuild the upper and lower eyelids, and it looked painfully bloodshot.... To conceal as much as possible of the unsightly taut skin that covered half his face, Drax had grown a bushy reddish moustache and had allowed his whiskers to grow down to the level of the lobes of his ears. He also had patched of hair on his cheek-bones.” (page 31-32) I will dispense with a description of Bond because it is enough to picture your favourite movie Bond (mine’s Connery). Through the usual turn of events Bond is paired with an attractive female counterpart, this time her name is Gala Brand, a policewoman from Scotland yard who has been monitoring Drax’s operations for over a year. In Flemming’s classical descriptions, which are the same regardless of whether he is describing a sports car or woman. And yes he actually uses stats to describe her, stats which in other books I have read prove as unrealistic as a Barbie doll, but I digress. He describes Gala Brand as: “The Photograph on her record-sheet at the Yard had shown an attractive but rather severe girl and any hint of seductiveness had been abstracted by the cheerless jacket of her policewoman’s uniform. Hair: Auburn. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5 ft 7. Weight: 9 stone. Hips: 38. Waist: 26. Bust: 38. Distinguishing marks: Mole on upper curvature of right breast. Hm! Thought Bond.” (Page 75) The other character of note at this point in the story is Willy Krebs, Drax’s right hand man and ‘persuader.’ He is described as having: “...an ingratiating voice, and Bond looked into a pale round unhealthy face now split into a stage smile which died almost as Bond noticed it. Bond looked into his eyes. They were like two restless black buttons and they twisted away from Bond’s gaze... [His] hair was close-cropped so that the skin shone through and [he had a] pale wispy moustache.” (page 79). Thus far, Gala and Bond both have fleeting suspicions about Drax’s operations, but they have been hard pressed to pin down anything specific. They fear the greatest threat will come from outside, and so the previous day, they inspected the site where the rocket is being developed, checking for security problems. To their surprise and near peril, while inspecting the cliff below the site, a large segment of cliff was (purposefully) sent down upon them. They were lucky to escape with their lives and returned to the base, much to the surprise of Drax and his moustachioed crew (for they are all, mysteriously wearing moustaches, and no I am not making this up). Gala’s suspicions have been heightened by the fact that, every day, after she calculates the trajectory for the rocket (firing plan) using that days weather patterns, she spies Drax and an assistant (Walter) re-calculating the numbers and writing them down into a small black notebook. At first she thinks this is odd, but she has now grown suspicious, she simply must get a hold of the book to see if her numbers and those of Drax are the same and to find an explanation for this strange behaviour. The opportunity presents itself on the day before the test of the rocket, when Drax, along with Krebs and Gala are driving into London to meet with the minister of defence. They prepare to depart the rocket development compound on their way to London... “Krebs obediently climbed into the narrow back seat behind the driver. He sat sideways, his mackintosh up round his ears, his eyes enigmatically on Bond. Gala Brand, smart in a dark grey tailor-made coming to just above her knee, silk stockings, seams impeccably straight, a black beret and carrying a lightweight black raincoat and gloves, climbed into the right half of the divided front seat. The wide door closed with the rich double click of a Fabergé box. No sign passed between Bond and Gala. They had made their plans at a whispered meeting in his room before they hurried out to get to the cars – dinner in London at half-past seven and then back to the house in Bond’s car. Their planning had nearly been overheard by Krebs. Midway through their plans there had come a knock on the door, as Krebs arrived to inform Bond of the time they would be leaving – although they both suspected he had ulterior motives for being there. Gala had been forced to make excuses for her presence, making up a story about a broken lavatory in her room. Krebs had followed her out to Drax’s powerful Mercedes and she had not had time to powder her nose before the long journey to London, let alone properly damage her toilet to corroborate her lie. She now sat demurely, her hands in her lap and her eyes to the front, as Drax climbed in, pressed the starter, and pulled the gleaming lever on the steering wheel back into third. The car surged away, with hardly a purr from the exhaust and Bond watched is disappear into the trees before he climbed into the Bentley and moved off in leisurely pursuit. In the hastening Mercedes, Gala busied herself with her thoughts. The night had been uneventful and the morning had been devoted to clearing the launching site of everything that might possibly burn when the Moonraker was fired. Drax had not referred to the events of the previous day and there had been no change in his usual manner. She had prepared her last firing plan while enjoying a hasty breakfast (Drax himself was to do it on the morrow) and as usual Walter had been sent for and through her spy-hole she had seen the figures being entered in Drax’s black book, while she completed her third cup of tea that morning. It was a hot, sunny day and Drax was driving in his shirt-sleeves. She glanced down and to the left at the top of the little book protruding from his hip-pocket. This drive might be her last chance. Since the evening before she had felt a different person. Perhaps Bond had aroused her competitive spirit, perhaps it was revulsion from playing the secretary too long, perhaps it was the shock of the cliff-fall and the zest of realizing after so many quiet months that she was playing a dangerous game. But now she felt the time had come to take risks. Discovery of the Moonraker’s flight-plan was a routine affair and it would give her personal satisfaction to find out the secret of the black notebook. It would be easy. A fluttering in her chest was but one of the ways her body indicated that this overconfidence was perhaps ill-founded; she also felt a familiar growing urgency elsewhere. Her chance came, as she had thought it might, in the congested traffic of Maidstone. Drax, intent, was trying to beat the traffic lights at the corner of King Street, and Gabriel’s Hill, but the lane of traffic was too slow and he was checked behind a battered family saloon. Gala could see that when the lights changed he was determined to cut in front of the car in front and teach it a lesson. He was a brilliant driver, but a vindictive and impatient one who was always anxious for any car that held him up to be given something to remember. As the lights went green he gave a blast on his triple horns, pulled out to the right at the intersection, accelerated brutally and got by, shaking his head angrily at the driver of the saloon as he passed it. In the middle of this harsh manoeuvre it was natural for Gala to allow herself to be thrown towards him. At the same time her left hand dived under the coat and her fingers touched, felt, and extracted the book in one flow of motion. Then the hand was back in the folds of the coat again and Drax, all his feeling in his feet and hands, was seeing nothing but the traffic ahead and the chances of getting across the zebra outside the Royal Star without hitting two women and a boy who were nearly halfway across it. Gala’s heart pounded as she gripped the notebook. Now it was only a matter of getting away alone for long enough to read through the book and before Drax noticed it was missing. Gala thought hard, and as if on cue her body provided her with the answer. For some time she had felt the growing urgency, but had initially thought was had come with nerves prior to her manoeuvre. Now she recognized it for the real thing. She was certain that she would be unable to reach London without stopping, and this would provide her with just the opportunity she needed. It was only a question of facing Drax’s frown of rage as with a maidenly but urgent voice she would ask if she could possibly stop for a moment to powder her nose. A garage would be dangerous. He might decide to fill up with petrol. And perhaps he also carried his money in the hip-pocket. But was there a hotel? Yes, she remembered, the Thomas Wyatt just outside Chatham. Any other driver would have reached Chatham in less than forty-five minutes, but Drax would likely only take twenty, thought Gala. This was well within her capacity and furthermore, and most importantly, it had no petrol pumps. As she worked out her plan, Gala felt her urgency growing and with only a bit of playacting she started to fidget slightly. Drax, concentrating hard on his driving paid little heed of his squirming secretary as he pulled out of Maidstone and accelerated past ninety on the subsequent straight away of the A229. Drax relaxed his grip on the wheel and shifted as he sped past a white coupe. Soon, Gala’s fidgeting lost all of its playacting. This shocked her slightly, never before did she forget such basic necessities, and she cursed herself for not taking precautions before leaving. And then she cursed Krebs whose presence that morning had prevented her from doing so, as he had so doggedly followed her from Bond’s room to the big car. Perhaps she had underestimated how long she could hold out, or perhaps her usual punctuality with such things had not given her the opportunity to build up a strong capacity. Whatever it was Gala felt her need growing, and crossed her legs, her dark grey skirt ridding up slightly as she did so. She could sense Krebs’ eyes upon her. How often, in her year working for Drax, had she felt his eyes upon her? Perhaps it was the events of the previous day, but she felt that his look had become more cold and calculating. She felt his eyes boring into the back of her head, as if he were trying to read her very mind. At this thought she blushed slightly, imagining the childish thoughts which he would see therein, and praying that only her need and not her crime were write upon her face. Ten minutes later, as they sped past the outskirts of Walderslade, Gala urgency had grown exponentially. Legs tightly crossed and fidgeting more noticeably, she pulled the coat back on her lap. She cleared her throat. ‘Oh, excuse me, Sir Hugo,’ she said in a strangled voice. ‘Yes. What is it?’ ‘I’m terribly sorry, Sir Hugo. But could you possibly stop for just a moment. I want... I mean, I’m terribly sorry but I’d like to powder my nose. It’s terribly stupid of me. I’m so sorry.’ ‘Christ,’ said Drax. ‘Why the hell didn’t you ... Oh, yes. Well, all right. Find a place.’ He grumbled on into his moustache, but brought the big car down into the fifties. ‘There’s a hotel just ahead in Chatham,’ said Gala nervously. ‘Thank you so much, Sir Hugo. It was stupid of me. I won’t be a moment.’ The big car continued to slow to forty, now thirty-five. Was it her imagination, or was this uncharacteristic driving on the part of Drax his way of punishing her for the delay, much as he punished other drivers? At his usually speed they would have reached the hotel in less than five minutes, but as the white coupe passed them at fifty, ten minutes later, they had scarcely reached the outskirts of the town. Gala clenched her teeth and under her jacket, her hand instinctively moved between her tightly squeezed thighs. Her skirt rode up further, revealing a hint of the garter to the greedy eyes of Krebs, from under the edge of her jacket. The pressure built, and Gala cursed her morning tea. Finally, as Gala felt she approached the point of disgracing herself, the car swerved up to the front of the inn and stopped with a jerk. ‘Hurry up. Hurry up,’ said Drax as Gala, leaving the door of the car open, she rose, hastily pulling down her skirt, and sped obediently across the gravel, as quickly as she could with her thighs pressed tightly together. Her coat with its precious secret held tightly in front of her body. Gala was forced to stop suddenly as she reached door to the lobby as a wave of urgency washed over her. Her left hand shot between her jacket and skirt and she bent over, as she struggled to hold on. Her right hand reached for support on the edge of the door. To her mortification, a bellhop, dressed in the customary red blazer of the luxurious hotel approached her inquiringly. He could scarcely be nineteen and his face was pockmarked under a mop of dark brown hair. ‘May I help you madam?’ he queried, looking her over with the appraising eye of an amateur. ‘I... your powered room!’ she pleaded. Hiding a grin, he indicated the hallway to the left of the grand staircase leading to the restaurant and second floor, which dominated the lobby. Attempting to compose herself, Gala stood up, and removing her hand from betwixt her thighs and took several purposeful steps towards the hall. It was nearly her undoing. She gasped as her body betrayed her, letting loose a momentary trickle into her knickers. She felt the gusset moisten. To her horror a small stream wend its way down her right inner thigh and to the top of her garters. Momentarily regaining control, Gala threw decorum to the wind as she made a mad dash towards the loo. Her left hand pressed firmly between her thighs, pushing hard against the wet gusset of her knickers. Nearly there she once again froze with the shock of another wave of urgenct, right hand supporting her rigid body as she twisted and contorted her legs. She could feel the warm wetness spreading from the tops of her garters down her thighs as her control abandoned her. She was starting to attract attention, and astounded hotel guests peered down the hallway from the lobby, their whispers carrying down the hall to the struggling Gala. In other circumstances she would have been mortified, as in her alacrity her skirt had ridden up to a scandalous level, revealing to sodden tops of her stockings, much less crooked seams. Forgetting everything, Gala pelted into the ladies, and rushed into the nearest stall. Hastily she sat, forgetting her already sodden knickers. After what seemed like ages Gala inspected the damage. Her knickers were sodden. Equally ruined were her stockings, long wet streaks ran their length, and the elastic garters were drenched. She removed both these articles, peeling down the stockings and drying her legs. Frowning deeply she excited the stall, deposited both the ruined articles into the bin, and stood inspecting herself in the mirror over the sink. Luckily her skirt had been spared, a quick inspection revealed only a few damp patches which were fortunately restricted to the inside. She sighed, she was fortunate her accident would not be too obvious, although she doubted there would be much concealing it from her companions in the Mercedes, for neither Drax nor Krebs could fail to miss the seams of her stockings which habitually divided her shapely legs symmetrically. How could she have humiliated herself in this way, she thought, seeing her blushing face staring back at her in the mirror. She turned to leave, her hand on the handle when she remembered the note book. She hurriedly returned to the stall and snatched open the notebook. There they were, just as she had thought. On each page, under the date, the neat columns of figures, the atmospheric pressure, the wind velocity, the temperature, just as she had recorded them from the Air Ministry figures. And at the foot of each page the estimated settings for the gyro compasses. Gala frowned. At a glance she could see that they were entirely different from hers. Drax’s figured simply bore no relation to hers whatsoever.” (Pages 130 – 132) As carefully as she could she removed specimen page. Folding it carefully she tucked the incriminating slip of paper into her glove. She stowed the note book back into her jacket, and straightening her dress for the last time she hurried out of the loo. Walking quickly down the hall she passed the evidence of her accident, small dark patched on the crimson carpet. She blushed as she hurried through the lobby, averting the eyes of the gawking bellhop and customers, through the front doors and towards the waiting car. The door of the Mercedes remained ajar as she had left it. It driver clenched the wheel impatiently, and as she padded across the gravel to the big car, she could feel the eyes of both occupants upon her, upon her naked legs and scarlet cheeks. She regained her seat with eyes downcast, averting the looks of the two men. As she closed the door Drax swung into third and sped off back onto the highway, his speed climbing rapidly. Now all that remained was to replace the note book back into Drax’s pocket before they arrived in London. Gala’s heart raced as she planned her next move... I would love suggestions and feedback. Private message ‘Rachelkirwan’ on IMVU. Rachel K.
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  18. This is another request from SAM996. Enjoy! _____________________________________ Jenna and Grant had been best friends since they were kids. They did everything together, and planned on going to the same college now that they were in their last year of high school. Their lives had been pretty ordinary so far but all of that was about to change. Jenna had gone home early the previous day because she was feeling sick, so imagine her surprise when she woke up feeling good as new. She blearily opened her eyes only to look around and take in her surroundings. “That’s weird,” she thought, “I don’t remember deciding to sleepover at Grant’s house.” She sat up more in bed and as she started to get her bearings she rapidly realized something was very, very wrong. She swiftly rushed out of bed to go to the in suite bathroom and look in the mirror. Sure enough, it was Grant’s blue eyes and sandy blonde hair staring back at her. In total disbelief she couldn’t help but look down towards her crotch and take a peak into the flannel pajama pants she was wearing. The sight she found there only confirmed her fears. She felt a slight stirring in her, Grant’s? bladder but there was no way she even going to try to deal with that so she ignored it in favor of rushing to grab Grant’s phone off the nightstand. You see, Jenna was a virgin. In fact, looking down into her, or rather Grant’s, pants just now was the first time she had ever even seen a penis. She was hardly prepared to touch one and furthermore it seemed like a violation. She thanked her lucky stars that she and Grant knew the passcodes to each other’s phones as she picked his up and quickly dialed her own phone. Grant swiftly picked up and it was absolutely surreal to hear her own voice speak to her. “Erm, Jenna? Are you-?” he asked. “Y...yea. And I’m freaking out! What do we do?” she asked him frantically. “I don’t know! I guess you just have to play along and go to school until we figure this out. Maybe I can google something?” he responded. “I have to play along? Why aren’t you coming?” she gasped. “I can’t. You’re sick remember? That means now I’m sick. I didn’t realize how bad off you were, geez.” “Oh- yea. Oh man how are we going to do this?” “It’s going to be fine,” Grant reassured her, “we know each other inside and out. We can fake being each other for the day. Ok?” “Ok,” Jenna conceded. They only talked on the phone for a moment more before Jenna heard Grant’s mom calling. She gulped, hung up the phone, and quickly got dressed in her new body. She still refused to look at her new groin anymore, it was too disorienting so she ignored the stirring of her bladder once more before heading downstairs. It turned out Grant had been right. She found it surprisingly easy to pretend to be him as she ate breakfast with his mom. She was so wrapped up in the conversation and maintaining her room that she didn’t even notice that she’d drank two glasses of orange juice. She grabbed the coffee Grant always carried with him and then went to get into his car. Once inside she cursed. How could she forget he drove a stick shift? Luckily, the knowledge on how to drive it seemed to come instinctually, albeit a little slower than Grant probably would do it, and she soon found herself arriving to school. She went to his first period class, and settled into a seat towards the very back, trying to collect herself as she sipped on his coffee. Soon she realized what a mistake she had made. The pressure in her bladder was steadily increasing and she didn’t know what to about it. It was too late for her to leave and try to relieve herself but she was growing pretty desperate. She wiggled around in the chair, hoping that would provide enough relief to at least last her until she could ask permission to run to the bathroom and figure out the mechanics of it. In walked the teacher, Ms. Washington. She was a tall woman with dark hair, an ass that would even make the Kardashians jealous, and a large bosom to match. These were all things Jenna had noticed before but suddenly the sight elicited new feelings within her. As the hour long lecture started slowly but surely Jenna realized what the sensation she was feeling was, arousal. She tried to focus on the lesson instead but that only drew her attention more to the sexy teacher. Although her bladder was absolutely bursting she found her thoughts occupied instead by the growing arousal. Suddenly a new problem really arose. She looked down to her lap and to her horror realized she was hard as a rock. It was such a foreign feeling and she panicked not knowing what to do. She barely touched herself, let alone another man, her best friend no less. She’d certainly never been aroused during a lesson before and even if she had she’d never had to worry about people being able to tell before. Panicked, she pulled out Grant’s phone to text him. She frantically asked him what to do. “Oh god Jenna, you are killing me. Just- try to think of something super unappealing. If you’re not aroused anymore it will go down,” he tried to explain. “I can’t think of anything! It’s really distracting!” she quickly typed back. “Geez ok just, ask to go to the bathroom and you can- fuck. You can take care of it in there,” Grant messaged back. Jenna could feel heat rising to her cheeks. “A...are you sure?” she texted back. “Yes! This is me officially giving you permission just try not to embarrass me ok?” Jenna sent back an ok and tried to resume paying attention to the lesson. She only lasted a little longer before her painful arousal and bladder began to get to her. She let one hand drift down to press on the hard member and nearly gasped out loud at the sensation. She knew she shouldn’t but the feeling had been so good. She couldn’t help but run along the member the smallest bit over the black jeans she’d chosen. Her bladder was dying by this point, but her near painful erection demanded more attention. She knew she shouldn’t and she had promised Grant she wouldn’t embarrass him but no one else was sat close enough to her to notice what she was doing and soon she was stroking herself through the jeans pretty earnestly. At some point, Ms. Washington dropped her chalk on the ground and had to bend down to pick it up. Her skirt rode up, accenting the woman’s shapely bottom and that was it. Jenna bit down on her lip hard to prevent a moan from escaping as she suddenly found herself cumming hard into the black jeans. Grant was going to kill her. As she came down from the orgasm induced high she suddenly became aware of another sensation. Her crotch was very warm. More warm than it should be. To her horror she realized as soon as her first release had finished, a second had started. She was releasing Grant’s bladder into his pants and had no way of stopping it. Grant was really going to kill her now. The jeans were shiny with wetness and she could feel the urine traveling down her leg. “At least the jeans are black,” she thought helplessly. Luckily the flow finished before a large puddle could form, leaving just a small one in the seat. She could do nothing but sit in her wet and sticky underwear and jeans until the bell rang. Then she was very cautious to make sure no one noticed the mess she made as she dug through Grant’s bag until she found something to clean the seat with. Somehow, some way, Jenna managed to clean everything up without anyone catching on. Grant never needs to know, she told herself as she left the classroom and made her way to the bathroom. She’d clean up, change into his gym shorts until the jeans dried, and no one would ever have to know the naughty things she’d just done in class. ______________________________ I originally was going to put what both of them experienced but Jenna’s portion was getting so long I decided to break it up. So if you enjoyed this story, leave a comment and I’ll probably make a sequel in this thread detailing want Grant was doing in Jenna’s body back at her house while she was being naughty in class in his body.
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  19. Literally the dumbest thing happened to me today. I got myself so desperate again I thought my bladder would burst. So I have a part time job where I go and tutor this 6 year old boy Chinese every week. He's an Asian boy and his parent's don't know any proper Chinese so they want me teaching him. In case they somehow see this post and figure out who I am let's just call the boy Max from now on. Anyway, today was just like any other day, I go to his place and start my teaching. I usually give 2 hour lessons and today was no different. Normally, I would empty my bladder before going to his place. I'm too embarrassed to ask to use their bathroom (DON'T ASK ME WHY IM JUST SHY T.T) and even in the past when I had too pee during lessons I would hold it till I was back home before I relieved myself. But today I had sort of a hectic schedule. I had lunch with a friend I haven't seen in a while and immediately hopped over to Max's place. I drank a bit too unreservedly during lunch and I was already feeling a slight urge to pee when I got to his place. Anyway, I held onto it and carried on with my lesson. The need to pee made the lesson unbearable. At first, it was just a slight bother down there, which kept me from focusing on what I was doing. An hour later, the urge was growing into something quite hard to ignore. I kept crossing and recrossing my legs, eyeing longingly at the toilet. I kept practicing in my mind saying 'I'm sorry I need to use the toilet.' but I just felt too embarrassed to do it. Halfway through the lesson, Max's mom handed me freshly juiced orange juice and kept encouraging me to drink it. I found no polite way to refuse, and took several reluctant gulps. I could literally feel my pee hole tingling whenever I swallowed the juice. Teaching Max is so difficult when you have a bursting bladder. He's the type that wouldn't sit still and chasing him around while needing to pee was a pain. I found myself cradling my bladder like a pregnant woman when he ran off with my pencil case and every step I took made me want to pee even more. I usually have all the patience for him but this time I simply had to pee way too badly. When sitting down, I slipped my phone between my legs and pressed onto it so the corner would press onto my pee hole to relieve the pressure. But at some point even that wasn't enough so I slipped my hand down my skirt and quietly held myself. It worked fine until Max whispered to my ear 'Why do you have your hands in your skirt' and started laughing hysterically. I was so embarrassed I could feel my ears go red, and I swore I felt the urge to tape Max's mouth shut at that time. The lesson finally ended, and but that time I was REALLY desperate. i quickly said bye to Max and his mom, and made a dash to the bus station. I think I was pretty naive to think I could make it back home at that state, but I was so desperate I wasn't thinking straight. I was hopping on spot, and luckily no one was there with me, so I held myself freely. While I was waiting I was starting to loose control. My panties were a little damp and I was holding myself so hard I can’t imagine myself riding on the bus in that state. 10 minutes later the bus came, but I made a bold decision to run back to Max’s place and ask for the toilet, something which I should’ve done an hour ago. When I got to the door I rang the doorbell, but no one answered. For a second I feared they all went out or something. But then I heard Max’s voice coming from the backyard. Next to the house was a tall metal gate that led to the backyard. I stumbled over there, clutching myself to keep my pee from gushing out, and saw Max. He saw me and came over. I was quite frantic when I saw him and all I said was ‘please open the door for me’. He asked me why and asked why I was hunched. I told him I really had to pee and told him to let me in. Max then said whether I would pee myself if he didn’t let me in. At that moment I knew he was going to make a joke out of me. I did all I could and begged him to get his mom, but apparently she was working on something at the backyard and couldn’t hear us. I tried pulling the gate frantically but it was locked. Max kept taunting me and making water sounds, with no intention of letting me in. I was holding myself with both hands and so my skirt was a little rolled up, and Max said he could see my underwear and roared with laughter. I was so angry and hurt and desperate at that time I had no idea what to do. Luckily, right at that moment, Max’s mom came over to my rescue. I was so embarrassed that all I said was ‘I need to pee!’ and she quickly let me in. I ran to the toilet, yanked my panties down and peed and peed and peed. After that I had a pretty awkward send off from Max’s mom telling me that I am always free to use their toilet. She was like ‘you poooor girl!’ and asked me how long I was holding my pee for. She also told Max off for taunting me though he’s a little boy and I pretty much forgive him now that its all over. And that was the end of that.
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  20. Hello! I haven’t been active on this site in awhile (I have cycles where I go in this site everyday, and where I go in this site once a month, I’m currently at the latter) but I’m excited to here we have a lot of new people since tumblr decided to commit financial suicide. A bit about me: I’ve been here a long time, but I don’t contribute much, as I’m more of an artist in theatre rather than writing/drawing. But, I had a very interesting experience, which was almost a dream of mine. (Warning, this story probably won’t get you off, but I really just needed to share it) Today, one of my closest (and most beautiful) friends Kate, asked me if I wanted to go with her to a fancy healthy resturaunt at a local college (15ish minutes from our High School). I tell her that my sister is gonna pick us up at the highschool, and then I’d take the wheel and drop my sister off at my house, and it would just be the two of us. So, the final bell rings at 2:30, and we go outside to get picked up by my sister. It’s lightly snowing, it’s very cold, and Kate’s wearing a plaid *short* skirt and a brown sweater. Some backstory on Kate: She’s a bubbly, cute, hot, adorable theatre geek with an angel’s voice. Dirty blonde hair, bigger than average chest, nice ass, and the most upsettingly attractive personality I know. Totally out of my league, but as a fellow theatre kid they are obliged to be my friend. I had a crush on her 2 years ago, which got me rejected. I relapsed and liked her again recently, and asked if there was something, and got another no. So, sadly, I will never get to have a romantic relationship, but we are extremely close friends. I drop my sister off at my house around 3:10ish, and then head to Dunkin Donuts, as my other friend asked for a coffee. So, I pull in the drive through and we wait. A while. We sit behind one car, who is currently ordering, which takes probably like 5 minutes. Then, finally, the car ahead of us pulls through, and we pull up. We wait for about two minutes, and then we here “we’ll be with you in a moment.” We proceed to wait, at least, another 5 minutes, before Kate proposes “Why don’t we just go in, I have to pee anyways.” Now this immediately sets off alarms in my head, as my extremely hot pseudo-crush has just announced to me that she has to pee, and bad enough to need to go now (she’s nowhere near shy, but she’s very polite and accommodating). So I pull out, we walk in, and I get in line to order. There’s only one or two people in front of me, and I am estatic when I see Kate come back from the bathroom after 30 seconds and say “somebody’s in there.” Whether her constant movement was her desperation or ADHD is anybody’s guess. Then a scruffy looking fella goes into the guys bathroom and Kate whispers to me “that’s just not fair.” 3 minutes later, she checks again, and then says to me “I can’t tell if someone’s in there or it’s locked.” So, I finally get up to order, and after I order, Kate asks the employee if the girls room is unlocked. The lady behind the counter tells her it is locked, and that she can go in the guys bathroom. Kate, reluctantly, agrees to the solution. We wait, and she apologetically says to me “I’d wait till the college if I could, but I really can’t.” Now the college is 15-20 minutes away from me, so I realize this is much more urgent than I previously thought. After a couple more minutes, she says, “Whatever let’s just go to the college.” I politely offer to stop along the way and whatnot, and she strainingly replies that she’ll be okay. And what is my luck, that we hit traffic along the way. Most of the ride is taken up by bumper to bumper traffic. Unfortunately (or fortunately) she did not seem to be squirming or grabbing herself, (but if she did I might’ve crashed due to distraction). Anyways, finally after 40 minutes, we finally make it to the college. We are parked in a parking garage, and the restaurant is about 2-3 blocks away. After about 10 second after the car, she exclaims “Shit I dripped.” I (partially confused by the word drip, and partially confused by what she meant by it) say “What?” She replies “I just dripped a bit.” And I get the idea. So immediately my mind is racing, mostly “oh my fucking god the hottest girl I know is leaking and telling me about it and there’s no bathroom for two blocks.” We start jogging to the restaurant, her jogging very stiff and frantic due to the cold and her bladder. And, unfortunately for me, she made it to the bathroom from there without any incident of my knowledge. I wish I could say I saw some evidence of partial wetting, or that she wet herself in my arms and I comforted her and kissed her, but this is real life. Regardless, this is the first time I have even heard a girl say she was leaking in real life, and god is it better than I ever imagined. I’m sorry if this wasn’t the best story, but it’s probably my most exciting one (excluding all the times my close cute friend has said “oh my fucking god I have to pee so fucking bad I’m literally gonna piss myself” to me as she continues to sit mostly still). Thanks for reading!
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  21. - This is cross posted from tumblr since it's dying and I don't want to lose such a fun story. A little bit of background, I was dating this guy for a few years and it was revealed to me that he was pretty into omorashi. He had found out about it from a girl he used to date and had some fun with it but I was never really sure how much he was into it until this interaction. At the time I lived in an apartment with some friends and he would spend the night on occasion. This story contains some sex and sexual descriptions. I just copy pasted the post with a few minor edits. - My boyfriend loves to tease me and he’s been really out of the loop on some very fun holds lately so when he finally had me in person again he was very interested in having some omo fun. So we talked it over and I decided to do a hold while we hung out with friends. Several slices of pizza and a ton of soda later, I was getting pretty desperate. It was getting bad and I had trouble sitting still, not helped my his playful pokes and grabs as I struggled to appear composed. It wasn’t going to work much longer, I kept having to cross my legs and stretch to make room for my bladder. When I started to bounce unconsciously I knew it was bad, normally I don’t ever get to that point in public… But this was bad. I quietly excused myself and tried to text him but I was too desperate. I flopped onto my bed and called him in to say goodnight but when he got in the room and saw me squirming on the bed he knew the real reason. I was at a solid 9.5/10, so full I was frantic but I knew I could hold for maybe 30 more minutes if I really committed and fuck did I commit. He told me I had to wait a few minutes until he was done hanging out with our friends but he stayed on the bed with me, tickling me and pressing hard on my full bladder. It was amazing but I was nearing my limit. I was begging and gasping for him to finish me off and let me go. I was so desperate I could feel myself just barely holding back the flood. And then one of our friends walked in and I stopped moving entirely. Somehow I managed several sentences, legs tightly crossed under the covers, that seemed as though I was just feeling sick until she had left at which point I grabbed myself and wiggled and kicked so hard just to stop the slow trickle that was escaping. I was panicking. But it felt like heaven. He had me put my hands above my head, and started pressing my tummy and bladder strategically looking for the most tender spot to torment me and holding me down in place with his body and other hand. At this point I was soaking wet with arousal and so desperate I wasn’t able to even breathe properly. He started to tease me, not quite touching my clit for long stretches then not letting up at all. I have never felt so conflicted as my bladder pulsed and I felt myself get closer and closer to orgasm, I came so hard I pushed my body into his fingers and I lost a huge spurt of pee. I cried out, so embarrassed and overwhelmed that my bladder would give up now. Not yet… So I tightened my legs around his hand and stopped the spray. He smiled, nowhere near as mortified by the event as I was. “So you can hold it a little longer now right?” I just about came again just hearing him. I think in all maybe twenty more minutes of teasing happened before we started get into things a bit more seriously. He wanted me to ride him for a minute so I tried… I was shaking and struggling just to move and once on top I felt his hard dick pushing into my bladder and there just wasn’t room, he could feel it too… I was so full it was bulging… I barely made it but the position worked as a plug of sorts. Which would not do for him. I was told to lean over the bed, a brutal feeling. I was nearly peeing on the carpet in my room, I felt it running down my leg. He fucked me from behind and some thrusts felt so much like they’d burst me wide open. At this point I was in heaven but if I wanted to keep myself full until he came I knew I had to move. I was in pure bliss, absolutely fucking lost in it but I managed to tell him I needed to move and he let me but I had to do it without any help. I struggled again, actually a fucking 15/10 now, slowly leaking with each breath and absolutely fucking soaked with arousal to the point I couldn’t tell the difference. I slid onto my back and he lifted my legs to fuck me, pushing my thighs into my bladder. I came for maybe the fifth time, squirting and losing control intermittently but not much… I held tight. He came hard and fell onto my stomach and bladder, almost making me explode and begged and begged him to let go. He finally did but I was so desperate that I had to take a moment to be able to stand. I wanted so much to just let go and flood any and everything underneath me but I had to get myself together. It took forever to make it to the bathroom and I fucking burst as soon as the door closed, I was holding and twisting right up on I sat down on the toilet…. So yeah… I had fun ♡
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  22. And here's a spy. I apologize to all because I did this drawing in a hurry and it turned out horrible, but I felt kinda bad throwing it away without sharing because maybe some of you like it. Please just focus on the subject and ignore the bad shading.
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  23. I'd love to see you both wet together, there aren't enough couples wetting videos!
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  24. Hey, I know you! SucculentStrawberries on AO3, right? If you remember me, I've also posted a few P5 omo stories there, and here as well. Good to see another fan on here. Now we can both squeal like schoolgirls at the fact that Joker just got confirmed for Smash.
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  25. This is a chapter of The Extreme Fetish Series I wrote on fimfiction. It has Sunset Shimmer - a pony turned human - wetting and messing her pajamas after being tied up for an extended period of time on a dare. (Don't worry, she finds it enjoyable) Contains farts, too. I thought someone here would be interested to read it, and I think, between having a lot of wetting in it and the messing being pretty standard, it's good enough for here. Note: One of my more extreme fantasies, though apparently there are people with more extreme fetish fantasies, and I hope this isn't the weirdest fantasy someone here has had. If you want one for Sunset only wetting her pajamas, try Equestria Girls Short Stories, Sunset Shimmer's Desperate Night, or Sunset Shimmer's Bath. Edit: The person I posted this for doesn't like bondage. It's a turn-off to him, so he probably won't like this. Therefore I'm thinking about deleting this one, but I need input from my number one fan first. If she wants it to stay up, and anyone else finds it enjoyable, it will stay here. Sunset Shimmer's Dare (or Extreme Sunset Fetish) In the Equestria Girls world, Rainbow Dash and Applejack were away on a big trip to another city for a sports competition. Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie were with them, Twilight wanting to go to a museum, Fluttershy wanting to go to a petting zoo, and Pinkie Pie wanting to throw a big party for Rainbow Dash and Applejack once their competitions were over. Sunset Shimmer and Rarity stayed behind, as Rarity had a deadline to finish, which she had on the second day the others were gone for, and Sunset had a dentist appointment on the same day. They didn't mind too terribly, though, and on the night of the second day, when all they needed to do was done, they had a sleepover at Rarity's house. After a pillow fight, it came time for Truth or Dare. "Rarity, truth or dare?" "Truth." "What's your deepest, darkest, secret?" "Can you ask me something else?" "You can't change the question." "I really don't want to tell anyone this..." "You can give me ANY dare you want after this. Even if it's pulling my pants down and spanking me 50 times!" Sunset blushed lightly, for she wanted Rarity to do this. "ANY dare?" "You got it." "Well... Two months ago, the sirens tied me up, and gave me a spanking. And they made me fart a lot. And they made me wet myself and soil myself. Only Applejack and Pinkie Pie found out, and Applejack punished the sirens, but... I've only ever told Applejack this, but a part of me enjoyed all of it. Too much, for someone as ladylike as me." She was blushing beet red now. "And, I've been asking her to get fart powder for me often, because I... I really love to fart. And, some nights, I stand in the shower and pee myself. Twice I even got Applejack to do the same thing to me that the sirens did. I think I have a fetish for all that." "Wow," said Sunset. "I never would have guessed." "So, there you have it. I hope you won't think any differently of me..." "Not at all," said Sunset. "I have fetishes too. Everyone does. And a deal's a deal. Give me any dare you can think of, no matter how extreme. Unless it's something like turning into a demon and attacking people again." "Well..." A devious grin spread across Rarity's face. "Sunset, truth or dare?" "Dare, of course." "I dare you to let me tie you up and do whatever I want to you for as long as I want!" Sunset felt a little nervous at this, but she wasn't about to back out of her deal with Rarity. They walked into the basement, where Rarity set up an old mattress she rarely used anymore, and had Sunset get on it. Sunset was sure, so she wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. Rarity tied both of Sunset's feet together, and her hands behind her back. Rarity had gotten a box full of cans of Coca Cola for the sleepover, because she knew it was Sunset's favorite drink. Sunset had already drank three cans tonight, and Sunset had her drink two more. This isn't so bad. She's giving me my favorite drink. "Raise your rear end in the air," said Rarity. Sunset did as she was told, her heart pounding. Was Rarity really about to do what she thought she was? SLAP! Sunset let out a squeal of pleasure as Rarity slapped her butt. Her pajama pants were still up, but Sunset loved it either way. This was her biggest fetish. Rarity swatted Sunset's rear a total of 20 times. "Oh, your poor bottom must be in so much pain," said Rarity once she was finished. Sunset's butt did hurt, but she didn't mind, having greatly enjoyed the spanking. "Would you like a butt massage?" said Rarity, who couldn't stop staring at Sunset's butt and how cute it looked in her pajama pants. Sunset had the biggest and cutest butt of any of her friends, including Rarity herself. "Sure," said Sunset. "If that's what you want to do, I mean." She blushed a little. Rarity rubbed Sunset's butt. It felt so soft against her hands, and she liked the feel of the fabric of her pajamas as well. Sunset was enjoying this as much as Rarity, and couldn't hold in her sigh of satisfaction. But, after about five minutes, she couldn't hold in something else either. FFFFFRRRRRRRT! "Ooh, Sunny, what did you eat?" said Rarity as she took a whiff of the fart. Sunset blushed. "I'm so sorry Rarity. I didn't mean to..." "It's not your fault. It's mine for putting fart powder in your drink. You are going to get really gassy." So, Rarity was going to make her fart? She sure kept up her ladylike facade well when she was with the others. It was still a little embarrassing. PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTTT! Sunset let out another loud fart for about 9 seconds. Rarity didn't stop rubbing Sunset's tush, and inhaled deeply. "Let me know if you get hungry or thirsty," said Rarity. Rarity had the heat on in the basement, so Sunset was starting to sweat. After half an hour of farting, Sunset told Rarity she was thirsty, so Rarity gave her three cans of coke - each containing fart powder. In-between farts Rarity would sniff Sunset's butt. Sunset thought this was a little weird, but mostly coming from Rarity, and she secretly liked it. An hour into the dare, Sunset felt something else inside her. "Rarity... When are you going to untie me?" "The night before the other girls get back." "But that's four days from now! I can't hold it that long!" "Hold what?" Rarity was feeling a little aroused. "I have to go to the bathroom. I drank what, eight cans of pop?" BBBBRRRRRRT! "Just hold it," said Rarity. "Or go in your pajama pants." "I can't! It would be way too embarrassing." She let out a quiet, airy fart for about 14 seconds, which Rarity heard. "The dare was I could do anything I wanted to you for as long as I said." "Right," said Sunset, who was regretting asking Rarity's deepest secret now and knew where this was going. "I'll just hold it." "For four days? I don't think so. Things are going to get wet before this is over." Sunset fidgeted, struggling against her bonds, but Rarity had tied them tight and she couldn't get out of them on her own. When Sunset's farting began to decrease, Rarity gave her three more cans of coke, which she reluctantly accepted. Another hour later she really needed to go, and in her current position she couldn't hold herself or even cross her legs. It didn't help that Rarity kept slapping her behind, causing jolts of pain and excitement, and then rubbing it, causing relaxation, both of which nearly made her lose control. Another half hour later, when Rarity slapped Sunset's rear, she accidentally leaked a little into her red panties, and let out a whimper. Then Rarity gave Sunset another butt massage, causing her to leak for about five seconds, dampening the crotch of her pajama pants. "I don't think I can hold it," said Sunset. "I have to pee REALLY badly!" "Just let it all out," said Rarity. "Relax. Think of how much you're enjoying me rubbing your tushie." Sunset couldn't deny, while most of her concentration was on her very full bladder, part of her was still enjoying Rarity's hands caressing her rear. She started to relax a little, leaking for seven seconds this time and forming a dark spot on her crotch, while at the same time farting loudly. "You don't want me to pee all over the mattress, do you?" said Sunset. "That's what I got it for!" said Rarity. "Nowadays I only use this mattress when Pinkie comes over. Sometimes she drinks too much pop and cider, and wets the bed." She slapped Sunset's butt lightly, causing Sunset to squeal and let another spurt of pee leak into her underwear. Ten minutes later, Sunset fidgeted more, and leaked for four seconds on a loud 15-second fart. Her leaks quickly became more frequent, as her bladder was quivering and she was losing control. She knew she was about to burst, and that Rarity wouldn't untie her. Then, came a leak Sunset couldn't stop. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. She tried as hard as she could to stop her stream, but she couldn't. Sunset was peeing herself all the way. She blushed with embarrassment as she soaked the crotch and legs of her purple pajama pants. Despite her humiliation, Sunset couldn't help but sigh in relief. It did feel nice to let go after holding it in so long, and she had to admit to herself, she liked the warm feeling of the pee soaking her crotch and running down her legs, as well as some naughty pleasure from doing something like this. She peed for about a minute and 15 seconds, farting twice in the middle of it, and enjoyed the feeling of relief when it was done. Her pajama pants were wet, and so was a large section of the mattress. Rarity got Sunset into a sitting position so she was sitting in her puddle of pee. She made Sunset drink the last four cans of coke, saying she'd get some tomorrow. Sunset let out several wet farts as she sat in her wet pajamas for another two hours, in the middle of which Rarity gave her three glasses of water. After the two hours, Sunset had to pee really badly again. She'd hate to admit it, but she had really enjoyed wetting herself once. She knew Rarity would force her to do it again, but she didn't want her to know how much she wanted to. "I have to go pee," said Sunset. "Again." "Well, what are you waiting for?" said Rarity. Sunset let out a fake sigh, and began peeing like a race horse. She blushed lightly but gave a deep, satisfied sigh as she felt the warm wetness re-wet the crotch of her pants, further soaking her butt which had been damp from sitting on the wet section of mattress before. Once she was done peeing, she let out a loud fart, and giggled. "You're really enjoying this aren't you," said Rarity. Sunset blushed more. Rarity simply got her back facedown and on her knees, slapped her pee-soaked butt 15 times - though a little more lightly than before - and then rubbed it, loving every time Sunset accidentally farted on her, and Sunset couldn't hide how much she loved it. Once Rarity was done, she gave Sunset five glasses of water, and set her on her side. "I'm going to bed now. Good night, Sunny." "Good night Rarity," said Sunset. ... Sunset woke up. She initially struggled against the ropes, before remembering the position she was currently in. Her pants and mattress were still damp. She needed to pee more than her usual morning pee. So, she sat up and let it all out in her pants, sighing of relief and giggling. She could see why Rarity loved this so much. It was also arousing for her, and she might have discovered a new fetish. "Good morning, Sunny," said Rarity as she walked into the room, wearing her usual purple skirt. Sunset farted loudly. "Good morning, Rares." Rarity gave Sunset a bowl of her favorite cereal for breakfast. She gave her three glasses of water, and left to get some coke. Sunset released a flurry of wet farts while Rarity was gone, giggling with each fart. When Rarity returned, she went back to slapping and rubbing Sunset's butt, while giving her cans of coke, Sprite, or root beer, which she had now gotten a lot of. At noon, by which time Sunset had peed again, Rarity gave Sunset some hot dogs and a big plate of beans. Sunset liked these foods but rarely ate them around her friends because it made her gassy. But, she felt no shame of farting in front of Rarity, and thought it was fun. By now her pajama pants smelled of pee and farts, with a bit of sweat. Her panties, twice as much. But, Rarity seemed to like it. At about 3:00, Sunset said "I have to pee, REAL bad!" Intending to hold it as long as she could so she could enjoy the wetting more. "So do I," said Rarity. She stood above Sunset so that she was between her legs, and hiked up her skirt so that Sunset could see her purple panties. "Rarity, what are you-" She paused as a thick stream of pee cascaded on her, soaking what parts of her were still dry within seconds, while Rarity sighed in relief. Sunset couldn't believe it - Rarity was peeing on her. Through her panties. She had heard of this somewhere before. This was called a golden shower, and she liked it. A combination of excitement and the warm wetness of the shower caused Sunset to start peeing as hard as she could. She had never known this could be so fun. Once both girls finished wetting themselves, Rarity spanked Sunset 30 times, and massaged her tush to make the pain go away. Rarity stayed in her wet panties the entire day. For supper, Rarity gave Sunset a big plate of chili and some hot dogs. With some fart powder sprinkled on. Sunset peed a few more times that day, and farted more times than she or Rarity could count, but she was greatly enjoying this. ... On Day 3, Sunset woke up to find her pants soaking wet, instead of the dampness from yesterday morning. She had peed in her sleep. She figured this was because of her current state and it would go away once she returned to her normal lifestyle. If anything it made her more aroused. "How's Sunny doing today?" said Rarity. "I wet the bed," said Sunset without shame. "Ooh, time for 20 spankings!" said Rarity, and Sunset squealed in excitement, peeing a little more. Today went the same as usual, except, after peeing on her again through her same pair of underwear, Rarity gave Sunset some prunes, along with some prune juice with fart powder in it. This made Sunset a little nervous. The last time she had eaten prunes, it had quickly made her need to poop so badly she had to do it behind a tree. No one had seen her do her business but they had heard it, and once she was done, Pinkie had checked behind the tree and incessantly described her pile of shit, which had been hyperscat - a lot of small, very soft and wet particles had come out at once. It was so wet that Sunset had needed to change her underwear, even her shorts, when she got home. Only ten minutes in, Sunset let out a boisterous fart, and could feel her underwear get dirty. Rarity giggled at the sight of a brown stain at the back of Sunset's pants, but she hadn't quite messed herself yet. "Rarity... I need to go... BAD! And I think you know what I have to do this time." "That doesn't change a thing. Go in your pants, like I did." "I don't think this will be as fun as peeing myself." "It might be. And you have to do whatever I say until the night after tomorrow." Sunset held it as long as she could, in her facedown position, sweating profusely from the effort and letting out several farts that were wetter and smellier than before, a few of which were sharts. Until she could hold it no longer. PPPPPBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRT! Sunset noisily filled her already wet and smelly pajama pants with a big, wet, brown mess. A lot came out at once, and she soiled herself for eight seconds. Rarity let out a squeal of excitement as she saw a brown bulge appear on Sunset's butt. Sunset cringed as she felt her mess leak through her heavily soiled underwear and down her legs, and a very unpleasant smell reached her nose. Rarity set Sunset in a sitting position so she could feel her mess squish beneath her rear. She wiggled around a bit, before realizing she enjoyed the sensation, and giggled, blushing lightly. ... On Day 4, Rarity continued to spank and rub Sunset's butt, though it didn't feel quite the same with the mudslide in her pants, they both still liked it. The day went on the same as before, and Rarity gave Sunset more prunes. She was in a sitting position the next time she messed herself, and she thoroughly enjoyed it this time. ... On the night of Day 5, Sunset peed again. She had soiled herself again today, and Rarity had peed on her again. She of course had peed and farted more times than she could count, and she smelled really bad. But, both she and Rarity loved it. "Well, that's the end of the dare," said Rarity. "The other girls get back tomorrow." She untied the very wet and very smelly Sunset. "Aw, does it have to end now?" said Sunset. "We can keep it going if you want the other girls to find out." Sunset blushed. "No, you're right. But let's set this up again some other time. Hey, you said you had Applejack do that to you, right?" "Yes, of course." "Maybe we can tell her, and she can do that to both of us." "We could do that. I mean, she and I kind of have a thing going, but she said she likes to satisfy Rainbow Dash's fetishes as well, and I'm sure she'd love to." "Well, I think it's time we take a long bubble bath and a shower," said Rarity. "You smell absolutely foul, and I've been wearing the same pair of underwear I peed in for three days straight. And, after you soiled yourself the first time, I ate some of the prunes too and didn't use toilet paper after." "Well, you're still cleaner than me right now," said Sunset. She and Rarity giggled, and then started the bubble bath. ... The next day, Sunset took her pajamas out of the dryer, which were spotlessly clean and smelled only of laundry that had just come out of the dryer. Her panties were stained slightly at the butt, but she didn't mind. Sunset herself no longer smelled of pee, poop, farts, and sweat, having cleaned up as nicely as her pajama pants. That afternoon, Sunset and Rarity reunited with the other girls at the airport. "Did you have a good trip?" said Sunset. "It was really fun!" said Rainbow Dash. "Applejack and I won by a landslide!" "And the museum was really..." began Twilight. "Uh, I hope it wasn't too boring back here." "Rarity and I had lots of fun together," said Sunset, and she and Rarity did the rump bump. THE END
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  26. Nice to see when people bring out the self confidence to do things like this. How about a spy on top of a moving vehicle wetting herself
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  27. It is the Klingon way.
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  28. I have quite a few, but they have these elements in common - * Double desperation - A man and a woman are both desperate to pee * Voluntary/Self induced desperation - The characters are solely responsible for their predicament. My favorite trope is they are too proud or too shy to use the toilet when they get a chance * Just made it - I don't like wet endings. One situation I have been fantasizing over for the past few months is a man and a woman are on a day-long date - breakfast, a short forest walk, lunch, shopping, pub crawl let's say. The man repeatedly misses chances to pee - too cocky and skips the breakfast stop, too shy to pee in the woods, broken gents at lunch and so on. He becomes increasingly desperate through the day, while she constantly relieves herself - popping multiple squats in the woods. She tries to convince him to piss in a dark alley, even goes herself first, but he refuses. Ultimately he becomes so desperate he has to beg her to stand guard as he pisses by the side of a very public road or something. [I love flipping situations - a lot of people seem to enjoy a woman being forced to hold while a man blissfully relives himself. I enjoy the opposite. I wrote something like this for myself, but I'm skeptical if anyone else would enjoy this!]
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  30. As some of you may know I have been around this whole scene for many years! Way back in the late 1970s when the UK top shelf magazine Fiesta started to print a few readers letters about this whole subject back then it was called and referred to as Urolagnia! Here in the UK! But that did I have to say seem a very clinical term! Back then water sports was what you did in the summer at weekends in a canoe or a sailing dingy or such like and had no meaning about wetting one's self or having an interest in any pee related topics as I remember. I think in the Western parts of the world and I'm going back now to that post World War two period say from the 50's up to the birth of the Internet subjects like this were seen as extremely taboo well they were here in the UK! I mean right into the 1960's it was still illegal to have a homosexual relationship! And yes you could be arrested for this! I think that shows just how far we have come. I think to me this name Omorashi only came into my life when I went online in 1997 and hence this opened up the whole world to this fetish and I learned that other people and cultures also loved this whole idea and so it was shared. But I also know it had been going on in the 1960s my uncle was a UK Navel captain then he married a young Swedish girl who became my aunty I later found out that she was big into this whole scene and this was in the 1960s But that's another story. I think back then it was kept like so much at that time all very private and like I say it was thought truly taboo to talk about this whole topic one only has to look back in to the late 1980's early 1990's when the small hand-printed undercover Watersports Cascade mag use to be published its founders suffered much harassment and raids from the UK police forcing them to move to Spain if I remember! Thankfully we have moved on and well call it what you like that does not worry me but don't think this is all down to Japan its been going on around the world for many years behind closed doors! Kev.
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  31. Personally I think it's cool that we don't have a -aphilia ending on our fetish. And I think we partially have this forum to blame (and probably manga geeks for this).
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  32. Life broken thanks to being hit by Truck-kun? Just fix it with Flex-Tape! It even works underwater!
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  33. If we're lucky, this will shut down Tumblr entirely. So long as its users don't migrate anywhere afterwards.
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  34. Abandon ship! Save the diaper and omo videos quickly!
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  35. The end of Tumblr?

    There's also, you know, OmoOrg, which still gets 300,000± visitors and millions of pageviews a month
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  36. Oh boy... I have a whole bunch of thoughts on this, both as someone who has studied storytelling in the context of motion pictures and as someone who produces wetting videos. They key phrase here is "suspension of disbelief" which feeds into the concept of authenticity. Beyond just desperation scenes in videos, in any story told in any way, whether it is video, text, audio, or images, the storyteller is asking the audience to temporarily suspend their disbelief and accept the reality that is being presented by the storyteller as true, at least to a certain extent. Professional storytellers build realities that you may consciously know are fake, but once that alternate reality is built, you accept the events within that reality as being authentic to that world. You are able to suspend your disbelief and accept what is happening. You may know that the world presented to you in Harry Potter is not real, but in that world the characters belong, and they feel real within that context. To that extent you are able to accept things like magic, giants, and dragons because they don't break the reality of that fictional world that the storyteller built, so you accept them as being authentic to that universe. The problem, in my opinion, with fake desperation in fetish videos is that the suspension of disbelief never occurs, so the desperation feels unauthentic. Fetish videos often lack any kind of world-building or character building, so you are judging everything that happens from the point of view of reality. This makes you aware of the camera that is filming the scene, that the bathroom door that the girl is knocking on is probably empty, and that the whole set-up is existing only for the benefit of the video. In the context of that video, if the characters pretend it is anything different, you know that it is all fake. You don't accept the situation as being authentic. Desperation in mainstream film, television, or literature will feel authentic because it is real within the context of the world that it is happening. In that same manner, true desperation captured on video will feel authentic because it is also real within the context of the world that it is happening, in this case, the real world. Most fetish videos, however, lacking any world-building, are producing something that is fake within the world context of the situation, so it lacks any kind of authenticity. A century of motion picture storytelling has resulted in a nuanced visual language that supports the suspension of disbelief. We are trained to accept the motion cadence of double flashed 24 frames per second film and the optical characteristics of a 35mm imaging device as a subliminal switch that causes us to suspend our disbelief and enter the world being presented to us. In the same way, smaller imaging sensors and the motion cadence of 50hz-60hz capture signals reality and real-world situations. For these kind of moving pictures we have been trained to do the exact opposite, not to suspend our disbelief. Other things such as visual sequences, audio, camera motion, and more, all contribute to getting us to suspend our disbelief, as does the structure of the story itself. Most people who make fetish videos, unfortunately, lack the understanding of the theories behind filmmaking and visual storytelling. Even for fetish filmmakers who do possess the necessary skills and knowledge, the economic realities of producing such videos often is a major obstacle in doing a really good job with it. The suspension of disbelief is also incredibly fragile- Even if it is achieved, it can be broken instantly as soon as something inauthentic happens. This could be a bad edit, bad patch of audio, camera motion, a glance from one of the models, or any other number of things.
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  37. Cowboy Bebop is already a damn near perfect show, it really does not need a live action adaptation. That's not to say it couldn't be done, it's one of the better anime candidates to be honest, but it doesn't need it. At the very least, Netflix, if you're going to make it, work out a deal with Funimation to put the original series up at the same time, so people can see where it stemmed from.
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  38. I apologize for the delay, everyone. I've been very busy lately with work and the chapter ended up being much longer than I anticipated. Hopefully you guys enjoy it. *** 6 After Angel shut the door behind her, the Mistress and Kate both glanced at her with grins on their faces, while Candice inspected the back of her wet jeans. She blushed a little, suddenly feeling self-conscious, and wondered if they knew she had stopped to watch Sophia wet herself. “What went on in there?” Kate asked. Angel’s face grew even hotter and she smiled back at them. “Sophia, she… I didn’t know she was going to wet herself!” The Mistress let out a deep chuckle and motioned for Angel to follow. “She has a bad habit of drinking too much tea… Come along, now!” The long hallway seemed to stretch on and on, but it appeared to turn up ahead, all the way at the end, but where it went from there, was impossible to determine. The three girls followed their guide to the very next room, on the same side of the hall, where she pulled open the door, just like before. “This is a guest room!” the Mistress announced. “Unfortunately for us, it is already occupied, so you won’t be staying here tonight!” Both Candice and Angel exchanged nervous glances, indicating that they were both wondering the same thing, Who is she referring to when she says ‘us’? They both followed Kate and the white-haired lady inside, only to find themselves in another spooky bedroom, like before, except this one didn’t actually look like a child’s room. There was a bed against the left wall, with the head in the back corner, and it was a queen size. There was a massive dresser next to it and a small nightstand in between them. These items of furniture were painted dark grey and the bedspread was the color of blood. Beneath the covers, there was a skeleton, whose skull rested on the pillow, while facing the center of the room, with its lower jaw hanging open. At the foot of the bed, there was a closet, but the door was completely shut. Well, at least there are no dolls in here, Angel thought as she looked over towards the far right corner, where the shelves filled with dolls had been in the last room. Instead of there being a shelf unit in that area, there was a display case that was filled with jars of various items. It was difficult to tell what was in them, since the dim lights on the ceiling fan reflected off of the glass in the doors, obscuring their view. The Mistress stepped over to the bed, with her guests following close behind, “This is our last guest to stay in this room… As you can see, he overslept, just a tad…” That’s one way of putting it, Angel thought, while Kate and Candice chuckled in response. The woman that was leading them around moved over to the closet and pulled the door open. The doorway was covered by a pair of thick, black curtains, from the inside, which concealed all that was contained within. She then reached her hand in between the curtains, and appeared to grab something, just before a high pitched squeal came out to greet them. “What are you doing in there?!” the Mistress cried, just as she pulled another twenty-something girl out of the closet by her white, shoulder-length hair. This one was dressed in a dark red sweater, black, nylon pants that hugged her shapely bottom, and black high-heeled boots. She winced as she emerged from between the curtains. “I’m looking for Lucy, Mother!” Her mother made an irritated sounding gasp. “Wendy, what did I tell you about letting Lucy out of her cage, while guests were here?” Lucy, hmm? Angel thought. I wonder what kind of a creature Lucy is… Kate suddenly interrupted the discussion, to ask the question everyone else was wondering about. “Okay, who is Lucy?” Both the Mistress and Wendy looked at her, but it was the girl that answered. “Lucy is my pet tarantula! I’ve been looking for her everywhere!” Candice suddenly looked nervous, revealing right away that she was no fan of spiders. “A tarantula? She’s not real… is she?” Kate, however, suddenly looked excited. “That would be cool! We’ll help you find her, don’t worry.” “We will?” Candice asked. The Mistress smiled and let go of Wendy’s hair. “Ah, it looks like we have some volunteers!” Candice suddenly looked terrified. “You do?” Wendy clapped her hands loudly and giggled. “Come with me to my room, so you can start looking there! Lucy could be anywhere in this hallway, by now, so this might take a while!” Candice groaned and Angel had a feeling that there was a secondary reason for doing so, to go along with her fear of spiders. Her ass has a decent wet patch on it, but I think she’s got more pee that’s waiting to come out. God, I hope I get to see her piss herself too… This thought reminded her that she herself was also in need of a pee. Though she was far from desperate, she certainly felt glad to have the bathroom key in her possession. Suddenly, she was distracted from her thoughts, when the white-haired girl skipped towards the doorway of the room and then turned to wait for them out in the hallway. Angel and her friends followed her out, but the Mistress stayed in the room, with the sleeping skeleton. Once they were back out in the hall again, Wendy led the way to the dragon-handled door that was on the opposite side of the hall and pulled it open. “Okay! This is my room. I hope you like it!” In some ways, it looked identical to Sophia’s room, except for a few minor differences. The cover over the bed was blood-red, rather than black, and had spiders on it, instead of skulls. On top of the dresser next to the bed, there was a cage for the tarantula, but it was empty, just as they expected it to be. The walls of the room were also covered with posters, which had pictures of spiders on them, of various types. “Hey, I think I like this room!” Kate said with a grin. “What about you, Candy?” She nudged her friend in the arm, who still looked quite terrified about being given the task of searching for a tarantula. Wendy stepped over to the cage and reached up to it with her hands. She grabbed a hold of nothing, but seemed to be pretending that it was Lucy. She turned and walked over towards the bed, acting as if she was retracing her steps. “Okay, I sat down here!” Wendy said, as she plopped onto the bed, suddenly looking very worried. “I was petting Lucy and decided to lay down. I fell asleep, I think, because I woke up suddenly and she was gone!” Kate glanced down at the floor under the bed. “Could she have gone under the bed? Hmm… Candy, you take a look!” “No!” Candice cried, causing Angel to laugh at her reaction. “It’s probably a plastic spider, Candy,” Angel said. “I will take a look, just to see if it is there.” Wendy flashed the redhead a grin. “Oh, thank you for looking! She could be down there, but the gaps under the doors are high enough she could have crawled out! I really hope she is down there!” Even though Angel doubted it would be such an easy job to find Lucy, she handed her drink to Kate and got down on the floor, so she could look underneath the bed. What she saw, however, nearly scared the piss out of her gradually expanding bladder. Another doll was sitting on the carpet, smiling and staring back at her, with its creepy, glassy eyes. Her face went pale and she glanced up at Kate from the floor. “Uh, n-no spiders down here! It’s just another creepy doll!” She jumped up and noticed a smile creep onto her lover’s face, when she said, “S-so, I guess we should look s-somewhere else.” Kate chuckled when she saw how shaken up Angel was. “Sure, let’s do that.” She put her arm around the redhead and led the way out of the room, with Candice and Wendy on their heels. When the four of them returned to the hallway, the white-haired girl suddenly looked worried again. “I really do hope we find Lucy soon! She isn’t safe out here, with so many guests coming in! She could get stepped on…” Angel started to feel a little less creeped out, with Kate’s arm around her, so she once again felt enthusiastic about helping with the search. Candice pressed her legs together and bit her lip, indicating that she had more pressing concerns on her mind. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be much help. “Well, I’m thinking we should split up,” Kate said. “It might speed things up a bit.” A fearful expression appeared on Candice’s face when she heard the suggestion. “Um, no! I’m not going to look for this spider on my own!” Since she was feeling a little more at ease, after escaping from the watchful gaze of the doll under the bed, Angel gave her a smile. “Well, how about I come with you? If we find Lucy, you can get Kate to come and pick her up.” Kate clearly liked the suggestion, since she smiled as well. She released Angel and then pointed in the direction of Sophia’s room and the one with the sleeping skeleton in it. “You guys look on that side of the hallway and I’ll look on this side.” Wendy giggled excitedly. “Sounds like you three have a plan! Good luck finding Lucy for me! Whoever finds her first, will get a prize!” That was the last thing she said to them, before returning to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. “Hey!” Candice protested. “It’s her spider! Shouldn’t she be helping?” At this, Kate laughed. “It’s obviously a fake spider! Besides, this is supposed to be a game. They’re trying to make us piss ourselves, remember?” Candice put a hand against the wet crotch of her jeans and moaned. “I know. It’s just that I don’t want to piss myself this early in the tour and… I really hate spiders.” “Well good luck, then,” was all Kate said, before she handed Angel’s drink back to her and opened the door to Wendy’s room. She went inside and closed it, leaving her other two companions alone in the hallway. The brunette bit her lip nervously and then looked around at all of the doors on the other side of the hall. “Which door?” Angel thought about it for a minute, while wondering if it was possible that Wendy wasn’t telling them the whole story. She probably took Lucy into the skeleton’s closet and hid it there, to make us think it’s anywhere but there. She was also curious about what the jars in the display case had in them, so she wanted to explore the room a bit more, regardless. “Well… We could go back into the skeleton’s room. I think Wendy just hid the spider in the closet.” “You think so?” Candice asked. “Wouldn’t that make it too easy?” Angel knew that it was unlikely, but she still wanted to look, just to be safe. “Maybe, but since this is all a game, then it seems like the last place they would want us to check.” Her friend folded her arms and started to anxiously tap one of her feet on the floor. “Okay, whatever. Let’s just hurry, okay? All that pop and tea is going right through me!” The two of them then returned to the guest room, where the Mistress suddenly emerged from the doorway, with a wicked grin on her face. “So, you’ve decided to check the closet, have you? I don’t blame you in the least. Wendy is a naughty girl, so you should doubt everything she says.” She then stepped out and gestured for them to go inside. “Feel free to touch anything in the room, but make sure you don’t break anything. If you do, your backsides will pay for it. Aside from that, good luck finding Lucy!” The two friends went inside and then the Mistress wandered off down the hall, leaving them alone with the skeleton. “Okay, that bitch is weird,” Candice whispered. “She seemed very interested in that skeleton, for some reason.” Angel certainly agreed with that statement, but for her friend’s sake, she was more concerned about finding that sneaky spider, so they could get on with the tour. She looked over at the display case with the jars in it first, but then looked at the closet again. The door was still wide open, with the curtains still hanging in the doorway, concealing all that was within. She pulled out her phone and used the flashlight on it to help her look around in the dark. “I’m going to check out the closet, I guess. Candy, you can check out the jars in that case over there, if you don’t want to look for Lucy.” Candice certainly didn’t protest to that suggestion. “Sounds good to me!” Angel stepped over to the closet and pushed the curtains out of her way. She quickly looked around with her flashlight and saw three boxes of unused Halloween decorations. “Is this all that’s in here?” she asked, without directing her question at anyone in particular. She very much doubted that there would be anything bigger than the average household spider hiding in the boxes, but she felt like looking through it regardless. There was a good chance that Lucy was merely an artificial spider, so it seemed like a good place for Wendy to hide her. Angel knelt down and started to dig through one of the boxes. She found a coiled up string of black lights, plastic skeletons, and a few other odds and ends that might have been used for hanging things up. No tarantulas showed up. Maybe she is in another box? Angel wondered. Hopefully it’s not a real tarantula. If it is, then it wouldn’t be in here… In the room behind her, she could hear the sound of Candice moving around on the carpeted floor, somewhere near the skeleton’s bed. It seemed obvious that she was more focused on trying not to piss herself, than she was on exploring the room. Ignoring her friend, Angel reached for another box and started to look through it. It seems weird that they would just leave these boxes here, only to tell us that we can look through them, Angel thought. Wouldn’t it just- Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she heard Candice quietly say something that sounded like, “What the hell?” She stopped rummaging and listened for a moment, but nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a bloodcurdling scream come from her friend’s mouth. What the fuck?! Angel almost screamed, as she got up and left the closet, with her heart pounding in her chest. The first thing that she saw was Candice standing in the middle of the room, staring wide-eyed at the skeleton, with her hands balled into fists at her sides. What she was staring at, however, was a massive spider that was hanging out of the skeleton’s mouth, just beneath the lower jaw. Its legs were wildly waving about, while Candice stared back at it wide-eyed, in the middle of the room, with her hands balled into tight fists. Along with the soft, mechanical squeal of the creature’s waving legs, Angel also heard the distinct hiss of pee spraying against clothing. “Shit, is that Lucy?” Angel asked. Candice didn’t answer, but instead just continued to wet her jeans, unable to take her eyes off of the spider. The door to Wendy’s room burst open suddenly, across the hall. Both Kate and the white-haired girl returned to the skeleton’s room, to see what the fuss was all about. The spider’s legs stopped moving, just as they entered the room, and Candice blinked twice, before taking in a deep breath. “Holy fuck! I was taking a look at the dead guy and… That thing popped up out of nowhere!” She then looked down as she continued to wet herself. Her pee started pooling inside of her worn out boots, while small rivulets escaped the material of her pants and drizzled onto the carpet. “Lucy!” Wendy cried, just as she rushed over to the spider. She removed it from the skeleton’s mouth and cradled it in her hands, as if it was a real tarantula. “I was so worried!” Kate looked down at Candice’s wet jeans and the wet spot in the carpet, after the stream eventually died down. “Jesus, Candy…” When the brunette at last realized that Lucy was a mechanical spider, she took another deep breath and let it out. “Okay… It was just a… robot… Fuck!” She turned to face her friends and looked down at her soaked jeans. The insides of her legs were soaked all the way down to the floor and her feet squished inside of her boots. She felt her backside with her hands and gasped. “Damn, I just pissed myself over a robot spider!” From behind Kate, they all heard an evil cackle, just as the Mistress reappeared in the doorway. “I see you have found her! Great work!” Kate stepped aside and furrowed her brow as the woman entered the room, but said nothing. Angel gave her a confused look, while Candice scowled at her. “Lucy scared her, Mother!” Wendy cried. “She just loves to do that to people!” Candice pointed an accusatory finger at the Mistress. “Did you put the spider in the dead guy’s bed?” “Goodness, no!” the Mistress replied. “Lucy was merely hiding there, after she escaped from Wendy’s room. I’m just glad she is safe, at last!” Kate did a face palm and started laughing. “Damn, how did we not see that coming?” Candice’s angry expression softened and she put a hand against her chest. “Shit, you people sure got me good! God, I had no idea how good this haunted house was going to be!” “I do hope you brought a change of clothes, my dear,” the Mistress said. Then it was Candice’s turn to laugh, when she pointed at her friends and said, “Oh yeah, I came prepared, but they did not!” Wendy and the Mistress gave Kate looks of surprise at this, but said nothing about it. The white-haired girl simply fled from the room, with Lucy in her hands, while her mother led their three guests over to the display case, to show them what was inside.
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  39. I was going to say no, because I hate doing things halfway and I can't post the middle chapters, not to mention the website doesn't let you save the images directly, but...I managed to find the image URLS (example: https://comic-ryu.jp/_ohanatsumi/comic/comic/07/16.jpg) in the web console. Funny enough, these links work even for the chapters they took down (example from chapter 5: https://comic-ryu.jp/_ohanatsumi/comic/comic/05/16.jpg) so I actually downloaded them all. I'll post'em all in the album section. You're welcome. EDIT: It's up. Here:
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    Over all these accident stories Stephanie has come a long way. In this post replying to Amanda V, once again Stephanie puts trivial tasks ahead of her bladder. This time it's a movie, and she's so used to the drill that she holds out as long as she can holding herself tightly during each scene. Eventually it's too much and she has to pause the movie, but even the short walk to her bathroom turns out to be more than her full bladder can handle. This time it happens however, she's totally alone and able to soak in the warm pleasantness that comes with peeing her pants. Stephanie even enjoys it for a few moments before remembering she just peed herself and her mom could walk through the door any minute. Sorry this one took a little long - in addition to my new schedule I've been selfish and wanted to enjoy drawing it while it lasted. I've waited a very long time to illustrate this story in Stephanie's timeline so I hope I didn't disappoint. There's one page halfway through with a little animation of her pee stain rapidly spreading (didn't time the frame rate properly) otherwise this is a fairly standard comic with the usual trimmings and features. I've added a censored version because even though the story itself contains plenty of nudity with Stephanie spending the aftermath wearing nothing but a shirt, I don't want anyone who's interested to miss out on this tale. Stephanie becomes one of us, and you guys are all amazing so please enjoy "For Amanda V" for me and look forward to more exciting omo content. The original text of this story can be found on Old Posts From the Toilet, Page #2031
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  42. Woke up and didn’t go pee right away ... ??✨ 3CC97D65-D8A7-46E2-BB04-A7DA34A2AD6B.MOV
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    Not sure who made this video, but it's pretty wild. A woman pees her tights while leaning up against a window while workmen watch her from the other side! Enjoy, Rach
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