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  1. Hey guys! I’ve actually been into omorashi for a while now, this is my first accident and I thought I would like to share it. This happened around 2017 when the movie Thor Ragnarok was released. My boyfriend and I had always been a fan of the Avengers movies and every time when a movie came out we would be the first to get tickets. We got the tickets about 2 weeks in advance. The movie was at about 9pm so we planned to get dinner together before watching it. Some info about myself: I am about 5’2 and 90 lbs. I have long blonde hair. My boyfriend calls me cute 😀 On that day I was really hyped for the movie. At about 6 I dressed myself in a red bra, an Avengers shirt, a pair of white panties and a waist length micro jeans. I had been feeling the need to pee so I relieved myself before putting on makeup and meeting my boyfriend. My boyfriend picked me up in his car and drove me to the cinema. It was about 6.45pm. We ate some McDonalds for dinner. As I was feeling quite thirsty, I ordered a large coke and downed it together with my burger. My bladder was really empty at that point as I drank my coke. At about 7.15pm we finished our dinner. As there is still 2 hours before the movie we decided to go shopping to pass time. We walked around the mall while I stared at the things on sale. We finished shopping at about 8 and I was starting to feel the effects of that large Coke. The pressure on my bladder is around a 3/10. Then we played some games for an hour before finally making our way to the cinema. Just like how everybody goes to the movies, I got myself a large sprite together with my tickets. I was at a 5/10 on the desperation scale and was definitely starting to feel the effects of the drinks. I stared longingly at the long girls’ line but I was really hyped for the movie and I was running late. I could hold it, I thought. About half an hour into the movie and I was at a 6.5/10. If it was any other movie I would have left my seat and peed, but I have been anticipating this movie for weeks and was determined not to miss any part of it. I tried to ignore my rapidly filling bladder as I watched the movie and worked my way off that coke. Half an hour before the movie ends, I was getting quite desperate at about a 8/10. I did not understand why I had to pee so badly then but I recalled the coke at dinner and the large coke I had before the movie. Still I did not want to miss any part of the movie and slid my hands between my tightly crossed legs and pressed on my pee-hole. I was really desperate as I squirmed and shifted in my seat. Finally, the post credit scene ended and I was about to burst. I quickly stood up and that action caused me to dribble. I realised that I was about to wet myself in public like a small girl. Instinctively I crossed my legs and stuffed my hand on my pee hole in an attempt to stop the flow. I then noticed that I was on a 9/10 on the desperation scale. I waited for my boyfriend to stand up and prepared to dash for the bathroom. Hobbling along the alley, I prepared to ask my boyfriend to wait for me. “Hey I really gotta pee can you-” He interrupted me and said “Hey Kayla listen I gotta rush home as its getting late, my mom’s gonna kill me. I will send you home now okay?” Upon hearing that I lost another leak and crossed my legs tightly together to stop it. I really needed to pee but I did not want my boyfriend to know about my situation. I can hold it back home, I thought. After much effort we finally got to the carpark. I danced and squirmed as I waited for my boyfriend to start the car. I really had to pee as my urge reached a solid 10. Finally I opened the car door and climbed inside. After sitting down I leaked and double-crossed my legs to help me hold the flood back. My boyfriend noticed something wrong and asked me if something was wrong. I answered “Maybe I should have went to the bathroom just now, I gotta pee really badly now” He told me that he will drive me home as fast as possible so that I can pee. The 10 minutes back home was absolute torture for me. I dribbled and leaked, I bounced my legs, I grabbed my crotch, all in attempt to hold back the flood. My panties was soaked, I could feel the wet spot spreading to my butt on my micro jeans. Every time we braked or accelerated or went over a bump, my bladder jolted and sent a leak into my already soaked panties. I couldn’t believe that a big girl like me was on the verge of wetting my pants. We pulled along my driveway. My boyfriend kissed me goodbye and I got out of the car, that simple action caused me to spurt. I felt some piss run down my thighs and splash on my shoes. I walked to my door, stopping frequently to grab myself or cross my legs. I desperately tried to search for my keys and open the door as I squirmed with tightly crossed legs. As I inserted my keys into the keyhole, my mind clicked that I was home and relief was near. The floodgates opened. No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop it. I stood there and enjoyed the relief as 2 litres of pee flowed down my thighs and pooling near my feet. My panties were soaked, my micro jeans had a big visible wet spot, my shoes were wet from soaking piss. After that, reality struck me. I had just wet myself. Luckily it was dark and nobody saw me. I got into my house and washed up. So that’s all! I will have more holding adventures and experiences in the future and I will upload them. Stay tuned! Kayla
    6 points
  2. Here ya are! I don't know much about P5 so I went with something vague. Hope ya like it. There ya go! Poor Elesa I don't know much about that run of TMNT, (More of a 80s guy) but I do like her design. However, I'm not to into characters "making it" (Sorry!) so I'll probably just do a short comic page of her desperate and wetting.
    5 points
  3. From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    In case you were wondering what Scarlett does in her free time
    4 points
  4. Olivia is bursting to pee but is unable to do anything about it since Sosha has her handcuffed to a tree. She ends up wetting her pants when Sosha won’t let her go. In this video, we find Olivia in the middle of a forest wearing a grey shirt and jeans. Her arms are wrapped around a tree and her hands are cuffed, trapping her. As we join her, she is calling for Sosha, pleading to be released because she needs to pee. Sosha, wearing a sexy dominatrix outfit, responds to Olivia’s calls for help, but doesn’t free her. Instead, Sosha does everything in her power to try and make Olivia have an accident. This includes tickling Olivia and pressing on her bladder. With her hands trapped, the only thing Olivia can do to hold on is squeeze her legs together. Eventually it is too much for Olivia to endure. As Sosha tickles her, Olivia pees in her jeans. We can clearly see the faded denim grow dark with moisture as Olivia has an accident. Once Sosha notices Olivia is peeing, she laughs gleefully and teases her for having an accident. She calls Olivia a baby, then walks away, leaving Olivia tied up in her wet pants.
    3 points
  5. "Oh, thank you for coming, Lady Helen." "It is my pleasure, Milord." The old man took her hand as she descended down her carriage. She smiled politely, as decorum dictated her to do. Even as she felt the need to pee. She had been invited to his estate to teach his two daughters in the art of magic. She gladly accepted, as the pay was good, and she wanted to try being a teacher as well. And now, the old man, who was her client, went on a proud ramble about his daughters as he brought her to the visitor room. She could tell how much he loved them for sure. As she walked however, her urge was getting stronger and stronger. And it would be rude to excuse herself for a nose powdering session, as a genteel lady would say. And so when she saw a painting on the nearby wall, she stopped. With a smile, she turned to the painting and said, "Oh my, what a wonderful painting!" The old man immediately blabbered on about its history and origin. But she didn't care. She didn't really stop to admire them after all. She spread her legs under her dress, let out a sigh, and relaxed her bladder. A warm trickle immediately emerged, rewetting her already damp purple panties from her many wettings before getting here. Then, a slow trickle of pee fell down her crotch, splashing lightly onto the marble floor below. She peed shamelessly right then and there. She stared at the painting; her trickle barely leaving a sound. When the old man asked her of her opinion, she would respond as normal with a giggle, as if she wasn't wetting herself at all. Eventually however, she had to stop her stream prematurely as they resumed their walk. The old man didn't notice in the slightest, that there was a suspicious puddle appearing under her dress (which wasn't wet in the slightest). And with the diuretic pumping more pee into her bladder, it wouldn't be long until she would make a similar puddle again.
    2 points
  6. Page 09

    "The hate is rising" Dakota needs to be protected and have her revenge 😠
    2 points
  7. captain marvel 2

    From the album: My Old Art

    2 points
  8. Maisy felt herself getting nervous. The bus transporting herself and 25 other high school classmates was still stopped in traffic on a long expanse of highway. Their bus driver had confirmed that there was a large accident up ahead. Luckily nobody was hurt, but two large semis blocked the narrow road and dozens of cars lined in front of and behind Maisy's schoolbus had them deadlocked. Maisy squeezed her thighs together anxiously. She had always had a small bladder which, coupled with extreme shyness surrounding bathroom needs, caused her to have experienced a number of very embarrassing accidents in her life so far. She hadn't had one in years now but only because she was so very careful to not put herself in compromising situations anymore after a particularly humiliating incident in the school play three years ago. Her cheeks still flushed red as she remembered her bladder letting go in front of hundreds of her peers, her tight leotard turning dark as liquid soaked her butt and thighs. She furrowed her brow as she tried to stop thinking about the memory which was only making her need worse. "You okay, Maisy?" Her friend Jackie asked, giving her a gentle poke in the side. Maisy jumped more than she meant to, her thighs squeezing tight together. "Yeah, I'm fine," She tried to sound chipper. She always hated the idea of people knowing she had to pee and tried hard not to squirm while her friend's eyes were on her. "You just seem really quiet." Jackie eyed Maisy up and down, making her even more nervous, making her need to pee feel worse. Jackie was kind of a mean spirited girl who had only recently started being nice to Maisy. "I'm sorry, I'm just excited to get to the zoo," Maisy replied sheepishly. She had planned for a drive of exactly 2 hours from school to the zoo and had reasoned that she would be fine to have a coffee with Jackie and her friends before getting on the bus this morning as long as she peed right before the drive. To her dismay, the bathroom in the coffee shop was being cleaned while they waited for their drinks, and by the time they were ready the girls were already almost late. She considered not drinking her coffee on the bus ride to be safe, but 2 hours shouldn't be too long to hold her venti coffee and the 2 cups of orange juice she had with breakfast. Plus the large helping of milk with her cereal... But it wasn't 2 hours now, it was approaching 3 with no sign of reprieve. Maisy felt as every ounce of liquid dripped lower and lower, a feeling of pressure building between her legs. The minutes crawled by as her need became greater and greater and she craned her neck to see ahead of the traffic for some sign of movement but another half an hour passed and nobody had moved an inch. Maisy was sweating now. Jackie kept trying to talk to her, and Jackie's friend Heather was now turned around from the seat in front of them talking too. Maisy felt her muscles contract as it became harder to hold in her pee without squirming, and was forced to start crossing her legs tightly. Jackie seemed to eye her as they talked and Maisy began to squirm more and more. Another 30 minutes ticked by and Maisy's began to realize that even if they started moving now, she was not going to be able to make it the rest of the way to the zoo. Her heart began to race. Jackie then began to play idly with her water bottle, flipping it over, back and forth. Maisy's hand shot between her legs, a spurt of pee escaping into her panties almost immediately upon hearing the sound of the water sloshing around. Jackie seemed to not notice and continued to shake the bottle making it impossible for Maisy to stop thinking about the flood of liquid begging to be released from between her legs. Another spurt escaped and Maisy's cheeks burned red. "Uh, Jackie, I'm sorry, could you not do that," She tried to ask quietly, her hand now discreetly rubbing herself. It was all she could do to keep the flood at bay. "What's wrong?" Jackie said innocently. "I-I just kind of need to pee," Maisy whispered to Jackie, her face turning entirely red. "You need to PEE?" Jackie asked back loudly, causing multiple students to turn their heads. Maisy's stomach dropped and her bladder let go for a second, a large spurt of pee gushing into her panties. Her other hand shot between her legs reflexively and her ears burned as she now sat, both hands rubbing her pussy, while a dozen of her peers now sat up in their seats to look at her. "She's peeing herself!" The boy next to Heather yelled, pointing at Maisy from the seat in front of them. "No I'm not!" Maisy yelled back, starting to cry. She leaked more in her underwear and began to squirm furiously, trying desperately not to pee in front of everyone. Her heart pounded as she looked around for a solution. The pressure was building and building between her legs and she knew she would be soaked soon. She had to get off of the bus. Maisy tried to stand up but couldn't stop holding herself lest she start peeing down her legs fully. She wished so badly she had worn pants today instead of a dress so she would at least have something to soak up the urine instead of her peeing all over the bus floor. Her bladder twinged with nervousness as she realized how dire her situation really was. "Excuse me Jackie I have to get off the bus," She blurted out quickly, trying to push past Jackie. The girl seemed to move but her legs remained in Maisy's way, who struggled to get over them without spreading her legs to step over. "Please..." She whined, feeling as the seconds ticked by until her muscles gave out on her. Jackie moved her legs slightly, giving Maisy barely enough room to get by. Desperate, she shoved her way past and into the aisle of the bus, stumbling and losing more of her pee into her stockings. All eyes were now on her from the commotion and the memory of wetting herself in front of the whole school hit her like a train. 'This can't be happening, not again,' Her eyes filled with tears as she felt herself about to pee in front of everyone, afraid that a single step might cause her to lose control completely. Maisy gained momentary control and rushed down the aisle to the front of the bus, both hands rubbing herself through her panties furiously. They were already soaked but her dress wasn't yet. The bus driver looked at her with disdain as she approached. "Yes?" "Can I please get off, I need to pee," She said frantically, blushing as the bus driver looked down at her crossed thighs. "Nobody gets off the bus," He replied flatly. Maisy's face turned white. This couldn't be happening. She could feel the entire bus's eyes on her as she was denied the bathroom. "Please," She said quietly, mortified to be begging to pee. "It's an emergency." "Nobody gets off her bus," He said again. "Please!!!" She moaned as a small stream began to flow from between her legs. The bus was entirely silent as her voice broke, begging to be let out to relieve herself. She felt as her muscles slowly gave out more and more, though she kept rubbing herself furiously in an attempt to stop the flow. Tears began to flow from her eyes as the stream grew bigger and bigger, until an audible hiss could be heard. "She's PEEING HERSELF AGAIN!" A boy in the front row yelled and some of the bus bursted into laughter, while others averted their gaze in secondhand embarrassment. Maisy cried as she began fully peeing herself in front of her whole class, the sound of her river splashing against the floor loudly as it soaked her shoes. The torrent seemed to go on and on as Maisy stood at the front of the bus powerless but to wait as she humiliated herself once again. The moments crawled by as she continued peeing and peeing, every drop of orange juice and coffee exiting her tired bladder. Maisy felt the warmth and wetness fill her ass, thighs, and now feet, and her heart broke as she realized that she had no idea how much time she had left on this bus in her soaked clothes. When she returned to her seat, Jackie was now sitting with someone else. Her friends snickered as Maisy set down with a mortifying squelch.
    2 points
  9. Potty Break

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    The Pokemon's collar jingled as the hopped from foot to foot, looking around for a place to relieve their full bladder. Braixen's ears perked up when they saw a tree just off the path, the perfect place to pee, they thought. They tottered over, lifted their fur skirt high, revealing a diaper strapped snug to their posterior, and let loose. The Pokemon sighed in relief as they wet their diaper, still holding the skirt up. Their padding swelled as it soaked up the urine, the warmth pressing against the 'Mon's nethers making them smile. As the Braixen finished they looked down to admire their work, and giggled "Hehe, thank goodness I made it; If I had waited any longer I mightah had an accident~"
    1 point
  10. Gallon Challenge First Attempt After nearly 4 liters (a US gallon) of green tea (so yummmmmy) I was absolutely bursting. It’s a bit hard to tell but once I start peeing I don’t actually stop until the very last bit of the video, it felt amazing. Password: Gallons
    1 point
  11. This started off as a little request for a friend and kind of spiralled into this. If ya'll like it I might continue it! ---- The great Ember stirred from her sleep... she had been lying within the mountain cave for some two thousand years, dreaming and peaceful. Though, the last few centuries had been somewhat turbulent, with occasional squirming and moaning, that eventually became constant, and an endless sea of vivid, erotic dreams. In her mind she was teased and pleasured by a dozen lovers, and never allowed to reach her climax. Her pent up arousal had built up as the magma beneath the earth would before a volcano erupts. In a similar fashion, the many dozens of lakes she had consumed before her long rest had now filtered into her gargantuan bladder, forming a bulge in her lower stomach the size of a large swimming pool, and with ten times the volume of liquids compressed within; yellow, steaming and frothing angrily for release. Amongst the sexual frustration of her long dreams had come splashes of bathroom urgency, she dreamed of the sea coming to destroy the world, and only she could save it by consuming every last drop. She dreamt that the sea was angry, taking the form of a beautiful water nymph contained inside her cavernous fluid tankard, and that she was violently pummelling her pussy for escape from piss prison. Her crotch was the size of house, and it throbbed with need throughout this all, clenching rhythmically in her sleep, pulsing in time with her heart. It was near her time to awaken... Finally, when the time had come for this curvaceous creature to wake, her massive thighs came together to squeeze her lower muscles, she shivered in urgency to create her yellow lake, and to settle the tightly wound heat within her. When her eyes opened, Ember took in her surroundings, the same old cave she’d rested in all those millennia ago. It was home, deep within a mountainside, and she felt refreshed from the rest. One mighty claw moved to her dragoness womanhood, teasing the slick, puffy lips with her fingers and cooing softly at the sensations of pleasure that tingled up her wide hips, her truly vast rear end wiggling her thick tail. An oozing trickle of her liquid lust made her inner thighs sticky, and she grunted, tensing her face, when a sharp pulse of piss need shook her bladder walls.The hot contents of her cavernous container were threatening to spew forth, spraying haphazardly around and flooding her lair. Ember held it in, corking herself with her will. She rolled, gently onto her back, and brought her over palm down to massage the firm swell of her lower stomach; her distended bladder. She could feel it quivering beneath her touch like a frightened deer, but she attempted to sooth it, shushing it and its protests for relief. “Soon...” she breathed, her voice heavy and soft; husky and dripping with arousal. There was a giant lake right outside her cave, it had served as her bathroom for eons; a river flowed down into it and another out of it again, meaning the water was constantly filtered and made fresh. Often she used it to bathe, but those rare times when she required a piss it would take but a few months for the urine to have filtered out completely. Given that she often felt no urge at all until at least a hundred years after her last release, this was plenty of time for it to make itself useful as her personal toilet. With the knowledge that relief was close at hand, she had nothing to fear, so decided to enjoy her incredible fullness a while longer. Perhaps using it to bring about the climax she craved almost as dearly as the enormous leak wanted to be taken. The palm on her bladder pressed down firmly, causing her to grunt heavily and whine to herself, her pussy ached and spasmed with desire, hungry for her huge fingers. She gave them to her. Though they were clawed, she had long-since filed them down, not requiring them for defence any longer now that the ancient ages had passed and no creature alive existed to threaten her. The huge fingers reached deep within the clenching caverns of her vagina, her lower palm now grinding against her stiffened clitoris and moist labia. Ember found the rock hard pressing of her bladder inside herself and began to grind her fingers against it, sending shivers of desperation down her spine. Her hind legs rose up as she felt the orgasm that was several millennia overdue building at last. Her truly huge, jiggling ass cheeks were on display, and her rear end wobbled as her tail bounced gently beneath it. She wanted it to last, but the pleasure of her urine crushing down on her g-spot was enough to make her scream; it was all she could do to avoid cumming instantly when her fingers had entered. So, as she continued to crush her boiling ocean from within, massage her sparking clit, and mash her palm against her engorged lower lips, Ember knew that the inevitable would soon come at last. She gasped loudly, a booming noise, and then began to grunt, buck her hips and cry out. Smoke puffed from her snout as the brimstone within her boiled as hot as her piss. Her moans were so loud that the whole mountain shook. It was just as the beautiful beast was on the verge of an earth shattering climax, that she heard the screams. Freezing in place, Ember’s impeccable hearing perked up, and the sound of distressed humans was obvious. Frowning, having not recalled any human settlements near her when she’d slept; she cursed herself for not checking. Her bladder took this moment to demand release, and she cringed, withdrawing her fingers and using them to plug up her puckered piss hole, which itself was the size of a house. The ancient dragoness clenched with all her limitless might, and struggled to rise to her feet, spreading her aching wings and attempting to make her way out of the cave, only lead to a powerful slosh as her ocean of urine shifted inside her. The mass of hot, angrily boiling piss was vast, even for someone of her size. She whined softly, her face flushed, as the pressure of her bladder only intensified her arousal, and yet more of her juices made her plump thighs all sticky. The pressure of her bladder was significantly worse now, especially when combined with the how tortuously close she’d come to fulfilling her most animalistic of needs. Ember finally made her way out of her cave, the morning air making her shiver, and her muscles tremble. Casting her gorgeous, orange eyes down, she was stunned and frozen in shock. Where before had been her personal lake for relief and refreshment, there was now dry land, and a large, bustling village of humans. They had heard her moans as roars, and the shaking mountain was seen as evidence of her fury. Their legends had long told of a terrible dragon that would bring forth a steaming, burning, yellow blaze of destruction, and they believed their time had come. Ember had no way to communicate with these people, so she decided only to leave, to fly away to some new place with a new ocean, far from people. Somewhere she could live in peace, pleasure herself, and water the flowers in privacy. Her wings were curled up from her rest, cramped and asleep, but she gently forced them to open, stretching wide on her hind legs briefly. All of this caused her a cacophony of sloshing, splashing sound; it felt if a tsunami had struck her insides, and in truth it had. Ember, wings outstretched, froze in place and closed her eyes, a grunt echoing loudly across the valley. Her teeth bared and clenched, her thighs shook and caused tremors to disturb the mountain once more, and the cries of the humans increased. She must have been about to unleash the awful burning heat that would destroy their homes and lives, surely! Unbeknownst to them, Ember was using all her mighty muscles to avoid this. Oh, how badly she wanted to piss now! How much the pressure was causing her loins to burn with desire! How she wanted to just lift one of her mighty, meaty hind legs and let rip a thunderous waterfall of hot piss right now; like the world's largest dog in the world's hottest heat. She wanted to piss her mind away, and then grind her aching pussy on the mountain’s surface until she came as hard as anything had cum before. Calling out and spraying her fluids of pleasure and pressure far and wide. Yet she knew that a good, and proud Dragoness, would never piss where men might see, where anyone might see. She would fly to the oceans, to the most isolated parts of the world and only then would she release herself. The journey would take some days, but she could hold it. A dragon can hold her piss forever if need be, and Ember was the strongest dragon of them all. Only, now she didn’t feel like a dragon; she felt like a puppy, a bursting bitch clawing at the door to be let out, to find a nearby tree a-and... no. She was strong. She would not piss, not yet. A dragon never pisses. As she repeated this and similar mantras in her mind, she spread her wings and, with a hefty swoosh, took to the air. Deep within, her bladder sloshed with a noise like thunder, and the people cried and held their loved ones close. Ember paid them no mind, and hurried away from the city, out beyond them and into the distance. She was a swift flyer, even with all this extra weight to keep her from her usual altitude, yet it mattered not. Settling in for the short, few-day-flight to relief, she forced her mind to leave her bladder for now. Not entirely successfully, as her horny brain kept reminding her how full she was, even fuller than typically after such a sleep, and how erotic the stretching feeling was. With every stroke of her wings, the fluids inside her swirled up and down, crashing into the top and bottom of her absurdly wide bladder walls, bulging either her stomach slightly further outwards, or making contact with the rest of her internals and squishing them for extra space. Ember’s payload was truly gargantuan, and she couldn’t help leaking frequent quantities of natural lubrication down onto the hills and valleys bellow her. What didn’t help at all were the rains that soon started. Gentle enough at first, then high powered winds that smashed against her and slowed her forward progress. The clouds grew heavy and grey with moisture, and when they could hold it no longer it was unleashed on the countryside. Each tiny droplet was like a stinging spark of electricity to Ember, shooting through her body and focusing in on the mass of conductive, pent up piddle inside her abdomen. She squirmed in the air, slowing her flight even more and causing her to drop down lower from the clouds and their terrible, gushing sounds. Though it wasn’t easy, Ember managed to adjust to this noise, letting the pitter-patter of raindrops become like background static. The feeling of the droplets on her scales was harder to ignore, or picture as anything but what it was, yet she managed to settle the revolting of her bladder by again maintaining her mantra, this time cooing it to herself as if it were a prayer. “Dragons don’t piss. Dragons never piss. I do not need to piss. I could hold forever if I wanted. I can wait as long as it takes. Dragons don’t piss.” This worked for a time. After about five miles of distance, she came across a huge body of water within a stone structure. Ember now realised how her relief had gone away; the humans had constructed an impressive dam to hold the water at bay and open the lands up for settling. Despite the inconvenience this had caused her by delaying her comfort, she found herself impressed by the little creatures. They always found new ways to make use of the lands, and bring Mother Nature to heel. Ember was reflected on how alike the structure was her own privates now; a solid wall that valiantly held back the will of nature and of water, containing thousands of gallons of furious water. One of her many dreams returned to her, that of the terrible water Nymph she had drank and held prisoner. Her wings shuddered with the rest of her. The dam had almost passed her by, when her enhanced vision spotted something alarming. There was a crack, a crack forming in the stone. One here, another elsewhere, and at once they were all about! Ember stopped where she was, keeping herself in the air, and brought her front legs to her mouth in a gasp. The dam was shuddering under the weight of something, but what? The rain! Realisation came as strong as and as forceful as the waves did to the walls of the human creation. The torrential rainfall had caused a build up in the water, and perhaps caused by some random strike of lightning, or a rouge gust of wind, a terrible series of waves had formed inside the contained lake. The battering of these waves had not been planned for by whoever built this dam, and it was coming crumbling down. It was with horror that Ember realised the people of the town would literally be washed away by this flood; their doom! It was her duty as a greater being, an older being, to prevent this. In searching her mind, she closed her eyes and groaned, heavily, inwardly, as she realised the only thing she could do to save them. It was going to be painful, but she must. Ember would have to drink it all. Just as the benevolent beast had mentally prepared herself for this task, the dam suddenly burst! The water sent the stone wall exploding in all directions, crumbling it to dust beneath its force and flooding down the valleys, heading directly for the village as her personal lake once had. Ember wasted no time, closing her mind and her nerves to the pain in her bladder from the sound, the sight, and now the sudden movement; she soared through the air at top speed to catch the flood. It took about two miles for her to catch up, and by then the village was in sight! The people who had been celebrating the falseness of their prophesied demise, and the departure of the dragon, were suddenly thrown into hysteria again as they saw both her, and the waves, approaching. By now, Ember was ahead of the water, and had only to find some way to direct it into her jaws. She got ahead of it and landed only a mile from the people, her back to them, facing the hurtling, exponentially accelerating water. Her brow lowered, her eyes narrowed, and with a mighty deep breath she unleashed a great wave of fire which reduced the hills either side of her to molten lava. Once done, her wings spread out and cupped this magma, unharmed by its heat, then shifted the masses into a sort of funnel shape, directing all the water towards her face. Finally, she took a deep breath, blowing the rock until it started to harden once more. She opened her jaws as wide as she could and prepared herself, her stomach, and her poor bladder for the impact. --- That's all for now, let me know what you think and it may continue! Also, while you're here, you can check out some similar little ideas on my forum thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/47053-tiny-stories-and-poems-of-desperation/ Thanks for reading! ❤️
    1 point
  12. Request 005

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here's a request I did for @Gemgirl! You can check out my request thread here and leave one of your own, if you like!
    1 point
  13. Version 1.0.0

    1,596 downloads

    Couple of videos requested by user
    Free
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  14. Version 1.0.1

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  15. So I’ve known her for almost two years, and we have always been with other people in between, but I considered her a good friend of mine above all. We always seemed to talk a lot and I thought she was cute, maybe not georgous, but plenty cute enough for me. It’s not like I’m Brad Pitt or anything. So she broke up with her boyfriend about a month after I split up with my girlfriend.... who was one of her best friends at the time, and we seemed to start hanging out a lot. One thing led to the other and we started playing around, but we never did the deed, because (and I know this sound strange) she’s like 5 foot tall and weighs 115, and I’m 6’2 and weigh 200, and it just didn’t fit. It was painful for both of us. Finally one day about two months ago, we went and got some lubricant and made it happen....... and we both liked it.......a LOT. We wanted to do it all the time, and we were, so we started talking about things that turn us on......and I said I wanted to see her pee her pants. She didn’t even flinch. She said “really? I don’t understand?” I said it’s not that hard, I just won’t let you go to the bathroom until you loose it, and then we get it on, and I’ll be super horny. She said, “I’ve gotta be honest.... this is kinda getting me worked up.” That made me really happy. So a couple days later she wet her pants for me.......and LIKED it. I told you that story to get to this story..... last Saturday night we were at our neighborhood bar and there were a lot of people around, and she says “I’ve gotta pee. Want me to do it here?” I didn’t take it seriously and said, “Yeah.....I dare ya. You don’t have the guts for that.” She undid her belt, moved into the middle of my legs as I was sitting on the bar stool, grabbed my right hand, shoved it down the front of her pants, and started peeing. I’ve never been so turned on in my life! She peed on my hand, in her pants, in front of about 60 people.......and nobody saw a thing! That’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’m not that shy. I’ve been around some. This weekend is my birthday weekend and I can’t wait! Lol thanks for listening to my story
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  16. Scarlett the Barista

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    This is what you get when you ask for Decaf. I was tempted to give her a Starbuck's apron because their coffee tastes like piss.
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  17. (Hey ya'll! This is my first time posting a story here so i'm really nervous. I hope it's enjoyable and acceptable!) An empty bottle of champagne lays next to a half-empty bottle of wine. The laughs of the last two women in the bar ring out across the dim room. “Alright, Alright” Z said breathlessly , placing a hand on Ladybird’s arm, “you about ready to head out?” Ladybird shifts in her seat, looking towards the back of the bar, “yeah, I suppose so, but...maybe I should go to the bathroom first…” “Tha bartender already cleaned it for tha night. It’s generous that we were even allowed ta stay this long, ya know?” Z stood up, throwing her coat on, “Tha hotel is only a 15 minute walk away, ya can make it that long, cant ya?” Ladybird stood up unsteadily, stumbling and holding onto Z for balance, “m-maybe…” Z threw her arm around Ladybird’s shoulder, “only maybe? How fun~” Ladybird felt her full bladder sink down as she stood, the urge that had previously been a whisper now making itself loud and clear. She had been holding it since the start of the show, and now it had been quite a while and a few drinks later, but Z made a good point- it was too late now, right? She put her coat on and they both stumbled out into the night, the cold air hitting her and ramping up her desperation all the more. As they walked she tried to focus on the warmth of Z’s body, studying the bright red lips and emerald eyes that shone out brightly against her rich brown skin. She could feel the softness of her lips even though she wasn’t kissing her...yet… she knew she would soon, the alcohol making her unafraid, and desperate… She felt her pussy throb, tingling with both her desperate need to pee and growing arousal. She felt her bladder spasm, stopping dead in her tracks as she felt her underwear getting slightly wet. “F-fuck” she whispered. Z looked down at her, “what is it?” She crossed her legs tightly, “I...really need to pee” A grin spread across Z’s face, “we could stop in an alleyway…” Ladybird blushed deep, “absolutely NOT” She took a deep breath and started walking again slowly, but, to her dismay, Z started pulling her forward, “We better pick up the pace so ya don’t piss yerself” Z snickered. Ladybird had to almost jog in order to keep up with Z, causing the contents of her over-full bladder to slosh around. The desperation and alcohol made her mind swim as she pictured all the various bad outcomes of her situation- She stumbles and falls over, the shock of the fall causing her bladder to release its contents all over herself and the sidewalk, or, She caves in and rushes into an alleyway, tearing down her stockings and underwear and pissing hard on the pavement as Z looks on with a grin, and naturally that’s when a person would walk back, or maybe a cop, and then everyone would be talking about the great jazz singer Ladybird was caught pissing in public like some kind of slut, dress rolled up so she was fully on display... She felt a short spurt of pee coming out and her hand shot down, pressing against her throbbing pussy. Her crotch was damp, but whether that was from leaked pee or arousal was impossible to tell. It seemed shamelessly holding herself as she hurried along was the best option she had. They finally reached the hotel and Ladybird felt her bladder spasm hard with the promise of incoming relief. She broke off from Z and started to run, pee leaking out of her and she bolted up the stairs and into the hallway. She reached the door and realized, with horror, that she didn’t have the key. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” she cursed, breathing hard, holding herself with both hands and pressing hard against her pussy, legs crossed. She leaned against the door and started rubbing herself slightly, which took the edge off her need but made her arousal all the worse. After a few hour-long minutes, Z strolled up the stairs and down the hall, hotel room key in her hand, “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Z smirked. “P-please…” Ladybird stammered. “Please?!” Z exclaimed with mock confusion, “please what?” “please let me into the room” Ladybird begged, trying to keep from panicking. “Oh? Why should I?” Z asked, leaning in towards her. “B-because!” “Because why?” “Because I really really really need to pee!!” Ladybird exclaimed, finally, heart pounding. “Ya do?! I had no idea!” Z had a wicked look in her eye, stepping close to her and running her hand over Ladybird’s stomach down to her crotch where her hands were desperately attempting to hold back the tide. “May I feel?” Z whispered. Ladybird noded, carefully and slowly removing her hands in place of Z’s. She shivered as she felt Z’s fingers press against her damp underwear, and started to desperately grind against her. But it wasn’t enough. “Z-Z Please… I-I-I can’t…” She felt herself fall backwards as Z opened the door, a large spurt of pee gushing out of her as she caught herself, stumbling a few steps into the room, managing to barely make it into the bathroom before the floodgates burst open. Hot pee gushed out of her, some streaming down her slender legs and some pouring straight from her pussy onto the floor in a single stream. She felt her legs grow weak as relief rushed over her, tossing her head back and letting out a noise halfway between a sigh and a moan. There was no way to stop the flow, and at this point she didn’t even want to. She peed for what felt like years, head still spinning as the stream lightened and finally stopped. “Oh you DIRTY GIRL!” Z exclaimed, snapping Ladybird out of her high. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, a desperation of a different kind overwhelming her, She talked in a higher pitch than usual “i-i couldn’t hold it~” Z looked her up and down, “look at yerself- yer completely soaked!” Ladybird looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, seeing the full extent of the damage. Her stockings, panties, and some of her dress were completely soaked, though luckily she had managed to kick her shoes off in her rush the the bathroom. “Well, we oughta get ya cleaned up then, shouldn’t we?” Z said. “Mmm-hmm” Ladybird agreed, peeling off her wet clothes to reveal her smooth, slender body. She stepped into the shower, glancing at Z. “Are you going to help me~? I clearly need it.” Z grinned wide, throwing off her own clothes, “ya CLEARLY do.” Before she knew it Ladybird was pinned against the shower wall, hot water falling on her nude ebony body as Z’s soft lips pressed against hers, her tongue deep in her mouth. Z slid one of her hands down to Ladybird’s soaking wet pussy, her fingers gently rubbing her clit. Ladybird let out a moan, using her now free hand to grab one of Z’s large breasts, squeezing it firmly. Z let out something of a purr and started rubbing Ladybird’s clit faster while kissing and sucking on her neck. Ladybird moaned somewhat loudly, grinding against Z’s hand. She felt her pussy tingle and throb, and realized it was more than just Z’s doing. “Z-Z?” She moaned, “What is it, my dirty little bird?” Z asked before kissing her neck again. “I...I still need to pee.” Ladybird blushed deeply. “Then let it out~” Z cooed as she stopped rubbing Ladybird’s clit,her hand simply resting against her pussy “let it all out, sweetheart~” She relaxed and in a few moments more hot pee was streaming out of her and onto Z’s hand, mixing with the hot water from the shower. Ladybird let out a moan as Z started rubbing her clit again, using her other hand to slip a few fingers into Ladybird’s desperate and soaking wet pussy. It was only a little while after that that Ladybird came hard, moaning loudly as her pussy pulsed. She leaned against the wall, hardly able to stand, breathing hard as Z turned off the shower. Z stepped out and grabbed a towel for herself, holding another one out to Ladybird. “Well then, how about I give ya a little while to recover and then ya come to bed and return the favor?” Ladybird reached out and took the towel, breathing hard, “gladly.”
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  18. It feels great to play with it. Of course when it's super full it kinda hurts to press on it or anything but it's still a pleasurable pain so I can handle it usually, lol.
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  19. As her sister released the contents of her bladder, Alice could only stand there freezing with a blush on her face. She never saw her sister being so... vulnerable. She was always the one doing the teasing. But now, she was flustered beyond belief, as she had an accident in public. She couldn't even remember the last time she had an accident. It was enough to make her nervous bladder release its contents as well. Warmth filled her fresh pink panties, dampening them immediately. They were fresh as they hadn't been wetted today, though they certainly had been wetted many times before. Another barely noticeable yellow discoloration would stain the high-quality underwear. She let out a little yelp, quickly tightening her sphincter muscles to stop the stream. She succeeded, but it already did some damage to her dress. There was now a small wet patch on the front of her dress. She gingerly covered it by her hands. "I-I'm sorry..." Anastasia apologized with a sniffle. "It's alright. Girls have accidents all the time," Helen replied with a smile. Helen then looked at Alice and said, "It's your turn now. Show me what you got." "R-right..." Alice replied. Want it or not, she now had to lift her hands to cast her magic. Oh Goddess please make her not notice the wet patch...
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  20. I'd like you to draw the catgirl character from my story "Ruri's Manners" if you don't mind following the really specific character description. She's a twentyish woman with green eyes and orange hair with little black streaks. Her ears and tail are also orange with flecks of black. It looks like I never described her hairstyle, but I'm picturing it fairly long. She's wearing a knee-length dark grey lavender skirt, a sweater vest patterned with white and various shades of purple, a white undershirt, white socks, and black shoes. She has red lipstick and her nail polish matches one of the shades of purple from her outfit. In this scene she's desperate to pee, of course. She's in a typical human bathroom, which is unfamiliar to her, and she wonders where the litter box is. I don't like text on top of images, so I think you should convey this by putting an image of a litter box inside her thought bubble. I won't bug you too much if everything isn't perfect. It's just great you're doing illustrations of this quality for free!
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  21. On Reddit, TIL means "Today I learned." Apparently someone learned recently or literally today that "Latchkey incontinence" was a thing. Amazing how things we might take for granted are not even heard of outside the omo fandom. And there are plenty of anecdotes on there about people who have experienced it and generally talking about pee habits pretty casually. https://www.reddit.com/r/todayilearned/comments/b59clj/til_about_latchkey_incontinence_a_phenomenon/
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  22. View File Fake Taxi wetting In this clip Barbie Sins is taking the taxi to get to a client with a pee fetish, but the driver wants something else. Enjoy this one ❤️ Submitter OscaMen Submitted 04/09/2019 Category Female videos Clothing Skirt
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  23. "Release your skirt! Now! You're just going to make it wet like that!" Helen shouted sternly. Anastasia quickly obeyed, though there was already an obvious wet patch on the front of her mini. "Spread your legs a little more so you wouldn't wet your shoes and socks!" Helen continued giving her instructions. The girl did as she was told with tears in her eyes. She could only stand there in shame as she emptied her bladder. Helen walked forward and gave her a hug once she finished. "It's not nice to prank your teacher in her first day at work, you know," she whispered with a mischievous smile as she patted her head. Indeed, she knew very well that Anastasia was going to fill her bladder to the brim to make her wet herself with her magic. So she readied a Reflect Spell beforehand, making the spell backfire to the caster. "And this is my first lesson to you. How to not wet your clothes when you wee in your panties."
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  24. It's not like I even can! As soon as I arrived home, my husband made me go with him to the corner store and he is making me pick out beverages! So I am in public with a near painfully distended bladder. 8/10 this is getting dicey. I might not make it home.
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  26. Her peeing was cut short unfortunately when the two daughters entered the room. "Father, here we are," the one with the short skirt announced. With shock, Helen turned around; her sphincter quickly cutting her stream short. Once again, she still felt the need to urinate. "Ah, you two are here at last!" the old man replied. With a smile, he announced their names to her. The one wearing a short skirt was named Anastasia, while the one wearing a more conventional knee-length skirt was named Alice. Anastasia was the older one while Alice was the younger. The two inspected Helen closely. Their first impression of her was a normal one, as she looked just like a normal middle-class mentor. Anastasia couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She seemed like the boring type. Well, at least it would be fun to tease her. "Hello, Anastasia. Alice," Helen greeted them both with a smile. "My name is Helen. And I would be serving as your magic tutor from today." "Alright. Now I shall leave them to you, Lady Helen. Feel free to begin teaching them right away. You can do it wherever you wish in this manor," their father said with a laugh. He then turned to the sisters and said, "Now be good you two." He then left the room, wholly confident on Helen's ability to take care of his daughters. "So..." Anastasia said, half-haughtily, putting her right hand on her waist. "Where shall we begin?" "We can begin with the basics," Helen said calmly. "I want to see you two's capabilities first before giving out any lessons." "I see... Then we should go to the gardens. We can freely cast our magic there," the elder daughter replied with confidence. She then took the lead, with Alice walking behind her. Alice kept stealing glances towards Helen. Helen could tell she was the shy type, different from her sister. Anastasia however, noticed the dark patch of carpet Helen left behind as she moved from her standing spot as they started to move. N-no way... could she be... As Helen was walking behind her, she couldn't check whether or not there was any telltale wetness on her dress. N-nah, that couldn't be right... no other lady would have such a weird hobby like mine... Indeed, Anastasia also had the same habit as Helen. She enjoyed relieving herself while still wearing her skirt. She had the habit for as long as she remembered. Even as a little girl, she would habitually wet her panties in purpose. At least, until her father told her to stop. And so she had to do it in a secretive way. And until this day, nobody else knew about this, not even her own little sister. Even now, her black panties were in a damp state, as she just wet after Mary told her that Helen had arrived. The three soon arrived at the gardens. Helen then told them to demonstrate the strongest or most difficult magic they could perform. All the while positioning herself so that they couldn't see her backside. Anastasia smirked. She knew perfectly what magic she would cast. "I'll go first," she offered. "I shall perform some water magic. I would condense the water in the air and create a raincloud from it. Is it good enough?" "Of course," Helen replied with a smile. Sure, you're all smiling and stuff. But you would cry of embarrassment very soon, dear teacher... Anastasia began chanting the spell. The mana in her body gathered in great concentration, inadvertently flipping her skirt continuously like a wind would. It was a sign of a less-than-mature control of mana. It was certainly something she would need to work upon, Helen noted. Helen also took note of the black pair of panties she was wearing. Hmm, those are quite tight on her. I could see the shape of her cameltoe. And is that some wetness I see? Anastasia soon finished compressing the moisture from the air. Now she had a sizable floating puddle of water flying in front of her. She didn't intend to use it to make a cloud however. Oh no, not in the slightest. With a grin, she looked at Helen, and finished her chant. The puddle slowly disappeared, and the naughty girl watched her teacher with all her attention. Only for her to miss the sudden increase of her own need. "A-aaah!" She suddenly bent over, hands buried in her crotch. Her face was red. Terribly red. She couldn't stop it. It was too much. And so it was that Lady Anastasia Evergreen, an eighteen year old young lady, peed herself in front of the mentor she just met.
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  27. Nothing like a relaxing dip in the ocean after dancing up a sweat.
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  28. @Alex Oxford Ooh, I like the sound of your request! And I completely agree! @FilthyPhoenix Thanks! Lol, do you want me to add that to my list? 😆
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  29. Has anyone seen this video in HD or does anyone have the HD video? https://www.xvideos.com/video36936753/schoolgirl_gets_desperate_and_does_photoshoot_for_quick_cash
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  31. Here is a cute video i found. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ca0da0d65c55 Peeing at A Gas Station before my Morning Hike - Pornhub.com.mp4
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  32. Well she's a cutie! Look at this video of hers as well 😄 https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5ca19ee710fd1
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  33. Alia

    From the album: Bombs almost sfw extreme desperation drawings

    Request made by Lapiiss "I'd love to see Alia, her bladder at complete capacity, but she's sitting on the toilet and trying not to let it out still, telling herself over and over again that she can hold it. That good girls don't pee, even though the tap is running and she's ready to explode. Maybe with a visual metaphor or bladder gauge next to her to show how truly at her limit she is... but she's still dry (for now)." Alia is a character made by me if anyone wonders
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  34. Cop 3

    From the album: My Old Art

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  35. Page 06

    These pages give me life. I genuinely check every few days hoping you've updated us. Keep em coming chief.
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  36. The core of this story is from toiletstool, but I made some liberal changes. Vacation Accident I just found this site and thought I would contribute a story. My name is Jessica and this happened many years ago when I was 16 years old. Even so it is burned into my memory like it was only an hour ago. I was a normal teenage girl back then, about to start my junior year of high school. That summer my family took a vacation down to Disney World and we drove the whole way from Indiana to Florida in our minivan. Me, my 13 year old sister Katie, and my mom and dad. It took two days to drive it. On the second day we were on the interstate and I started to really need to go to the bathroom. I had peed that morning at the hotel before breakfast but nothing else since then. Dad wanted to drive straight through to the hotel in Orlando. At first I didn't say anything and just held it in and kept reading my book in the back seat where I was sitting alone with my sister in the middle row watching a movie and my parents up front. The longer I held it the stronger the urge kept getting and soon I was quite desperate to pee. I finally spoke up and asked when we would be stopping for lunch. Mom responded that we weren't stopping, she had sandwiches and drinks in the cooler, so we could keep driving. I just kept holding it, not wanting to admit I needed the bathroom yet, since we weren't going to be stopping for lunch. Instead, I ate a sandwich and drank an iced tea that mom passed back to us girls and kept reading my book, now sitting on my heel to help hold it. After a while even this started to not be enough help and I knew I was getting close to absolutely needing a toilet. I finally asked if we could stop at a gas station or rest area. Dad wanted to keep going but mom finally said that we could all use a little break. But there was nowhere to stop on that stretch of road for another 50 miles or so. I almost panicked when I heard how far it would be, not sure I could make it that far. But I kept my mouth shut and crossed my legs tighter and pushed my fingers into my crotch while trying to cover it with my book. After another half hour I felt like my eyes were watering I had to pee so badly. I was on the verge of losing it in the back seat. I asked how much further. My dad said only a few minutes to the next exit with a gas station. I relaxed momentarily at that news and immediately regretted it as a squirt of pee escaped into my panties but not enough to show on the outside of my tan mid-thigh shorts (I checked). I could tell that I was squirming too much and it was going to be noticeable very soon, so I tried to discretely curl my leg up so I could sit on my heel again. I pressed my heel into my crotch as hard as I could but felt that my control was going to slip away soon. After a minute or so I was so desperate that I got myself into an almost panicked state and cared more about not wetting my pants than everyone knowing that I had to pee. I was now bouncing up and down more aggressively on my foot thinking repeatedly, “Please don’t let me pee my pants, please don’t let me pee pants...” I was almost frantic and couldn’t think clearly when I felt a hot jet of pee spurt out and hit my panties. I could feel the pressure of the stream through my pants on the heel of my foot. I pushed my heel harder into my crotch and then I felt a second jet of pee. Now I was very aware of the wet underwear pressing against my vagina. I froze, staring at the back of the seat in front of me and I felt like my whole body was blushing. My face was burning with embarrassment. It felt like everyone in the car must know what I had just done and what might be about to happen. I didn’t dare look over to see if my sister was paying any attention to me. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to pee in my pants at my age. I changed positions again and put my feet back on the floor and held my crotch tightly while leaning forward so that it was less noticeable. I clamped back down and tried to breathe and act normal but I knew I only had a few minutes left. The exit finally arrived and we pulled off the interstate and into the parking lot of the gas station. I had unbuckled myself and moved to the side door before we even came to a complete stop. My sister yelled because she wanted out first but I shoved her aside with my elbow, making mom and dad yell at us to cool it, and then as soon as the van stopped I pulled on the sliding side door. It took some force to pull it open and when I did I lost another spurt of pee but I had no time to check for damage. I hopped out and ran inside the gas station to the back and found the bathroom but it was locked. I knocked on the door, dancing frantically in front of it with my legs crossed and bouncing on my feet. I lost control for a second again and this time I felt a trickle of pee run out of the right leg of my shorts and down my leg. I quickly tried to wipe it away. I could see that there was now a softball-sized wet spot below the zipper of my shorts. The attendant said, "You need a key!" I cursed and turned around and half-ran, half-hobbled back to the desk and grabbed the out-held key, turned, and sprinted back to the bathroom, another leak of pee escaping as I went. I nearly slammed into the door and then fumbled with the key for a second trying to get the key into the keyhole while feeling my bladder muscles quiver and then a longer two second spurt followed by more little streams down my legs. My shorts were definitely wet now and it would be obvious to anyone that I was starting to have an accident. I finally got the key in, turned the handle, opened the door, jumped inside, turned to lock the door... and immediately felt with my entire being that I was too late. One second I was fighting the good fight and the next second I knew completely that I was a millisecond from having an accident. I didn't even have time to back away from the door. My right hand was still on the lock button when my bladder spasmed and I began flooding my panties and shorts with long, strong jets of pee, one after the other. Even though it was too late, I was still crossing my legs and grabbing my crotch. I could feel my panties and shorts getting soaked. The pee was just forcing its way around my hand and dripping through my fingers. I was having an accident like a little kid. The pee was forming rivers down my legs and onto the tile below me, splashing my feet and sandals. I just stood in a daze as it happened, almost in slow motion, hearing only the hissing sound of it hitting against my clothes and the splattering as it fell onto the tiles. The only thing going through my head was, “I can’t be peeing my pants,” and wondering how I could possibly face my family. Then it was all over. It was finished. I slowly came out of my daze to fully realize what had happened. I looked down and saw the extent of the wetness on my shorts. I started to cry silently. I was 16 years old and in high school, this shouldn't happen! There was a knock at the door and then my mother's voice, "Jessica, are you alright? Your sister needs to go, too." I didn't know what to do at first. Another knock. "Jessica?" I found my voice and croaked a response, "Mom?" "Jess? Is that you?" "Yes, mom." "Are you ok, sweety?" She asked softer, now right up by the crack of the door. I hit the unlock button on the door and said, "No, mom." She started to ask, "Do you feel well?" as I cracked the door an inch so we could only see each others' eyes clearly. She saw I had tears on my cheek. She stopped and asked, "Jess, did you..." I shook my head a little and said, "I wet my pants." And that set me crying again. With that mom pushed the door just open enough to squeeze inside and pushed it shut behind her before my little sister could see. She pounded on the door wanting to know what was going on anyway. Mom then saw my full condition from the front and the puddle on the floor. "Oh dear, I'm sorry." I was crying again and she took me and hugged me and told me it would be ok and we had clean clothes in the van. I got the crying under control and she asked if I needed help. I just nodded. She said, “Ok, give me your wet clothes and I’ll rinse them in the sink.” I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and lowered them down. I looked down in horror at the dark yellow stain on the front of my white cotton panties. She helped me step out of the shorts and my wet sandals as well. I slowly pulled down my panties and stepped out of them as my mom took them to rinse in the sink. I was very aware I was standing exposed from the waist down in front of my mother for the first time in many years. I thought I noticed an odd look on her face for a fleeting second for what I imagined was her noticing that I was completely shaved. I felt self conscious about it and always had a little guilt and a little worry in the back of my head every time I shaved. I had only started doing it in the middle of the school year last year because I was curious but since I got a little thrill out of it, feeling like I had this intimate secret, I continued to do it. Now I was totally exposed, standing bottomless in front of my mother and feeling overwhelmed by the emotions of the situation. I kept my legs tightly together so that my mom could only see my tiny slit in front. After a slight pause, she said, "Why don't you start cleaning up and I'll get you some new clothes?" I nodded. She brought my wet panties and shorts over to the sink to begin rinsing them with with soap and water while I went into a stall and began wiping my privates and legs with large amounts of toilet paper. I realized that what I really needed was wet paper towels to wipe with so that I wouldn’t be sitting in the car smelling like pee and having Katie realize that her big sister had wet her pants, so I had to walk over to the sink bottomless. I cringed as I saw my panties, yellowed with pee, in a ball next to the sink while my mom rinsed my shorts. I did feel funny wiping between my legs with my mom using the sink right next to me and being able to see me in the mirror but I needed to use the sink to wet the paper towels. My little sister still pounded on the door. Mom finished rinsing my clothes and then said she would be back with a change of clothes and snuck out the door, again keeping my sister out. After I was done wiping, I sat on the toilet, naked from the waist down, still sniffling a little. My mind kept replaying the first shocking spurt in the car, the spurts on the way to the bathroom, and the feeling of the uncontrollable long jets of pee when I completely started wetting my pants. About five minutes later my mom knocked on the door and came back inside with a new pair of shorts and panties. She told me my sister was able to use the other bathroom. I asked what she told dad. She said she told him that I was having "girl problems". I smiled and thanked her. She said no problem but to speak up next time I was in danger of having an accident. I was so embarrassed to hear that and I think she knew how it sounded as soon as it left her mouth. I was way, way too old to have an accident and, while standing half naked in front of her, she had to tell me that, in the future, I need to speak up so that I don’t wet my pants again. She had my clean clothes in a plastic bag and first handed me the panties which I tried to slip on. They were far too tight and I realized they were my sister’s panties. I couldn’t even get them up all the way up. My mom apologized for the mix up and said to give her back the panties and just put on the shorts. I hesitated at the thought of wearing shorts without underwear but it would have been worse if my mom had to make a second trip out to the car, making this an even bigger ordeal. Of course the cut-off jean shorts that she brought had wide leg openings, so I still felt exposed even after putting them on. We went over to the sink and she wrung out my rinsed clothes that were still sitting in there. I could still see the yellow stain in the crotch of the panties and knew that if anyone saw them, they would know what happened. She put them in the plastic bag and we walked out. On the way back to the car, my face burned as we passed the attendant who probably knew the real story since I was so obviously desperate in front of him and he may have already seen a wet spot on my pants after he handed me the key and I was running back to the bathroom. Now I was walking past him and my mother was carrying a bag with the evidence of my accident after she had walked to the bathroom, then back to the car, then back to the bathroom again. He definitely knew that a high school girl had just peed her pants at his gas station. My sister was waiting. "Why are you in new clothes? Did you pee your pants?" I told her no and to shut up. She kept pressing. Mom told her to stop bothering me and that it was a girl thing she'd understand when she was a little older. We continued on our way. I was uncomfortable the rest of the ride down, just consumed with the thought that I had peed my pants and that the evidence was right behind us in the car in a plastic bag. I felt like my sister must know the truth and felt awkward every time I talked to her. And every time I moved my legs, I was conscious of the fact that I might be exposing myself because of those wide leg openings in my shorts. I couldn’t help thinking about what Katie would think of me if she got a glance up my shorts when she probably already had hair down there herself. Even though my dad originally wanted to get to Orlando in one shot on the second day, a few hours later my mom suggested we stop at the next rest stop. Maybe the others in the car didn’t know what drove that request, but I was embarrassed to think that my mom needed to make that suggestion because there was a possibility that one of her teenage girls might not speak up in time and wind up peeing their pants. When we got to the rest stop, I snuck a pair of panties out of the suitcase and put them on in the bathroom. Since she was so nosy, my sister did search around in the back of the car until she found the bag with my peed-in clothes. As we headed back to the car, out of the earshot of our parents, she again asked me, “Did you pee your pants before? I saw your panties with a pee stain in them.” I was flustered but emphatically said, “No!” But I could hear in my own voice the lack of confidence and the defensiveness. She must have too because she kept pestering me. She just kept insisting, “But I saw that your panties had pee stains in them. You did, didn’t you?” I just kept mumbling ‘no’s to her attempts to get me to admit it while avoiding eye contact and then stopped responding to her completely as I got in the car. We pulled out of the rest area as I stared out of the window miserably. Of course, Katie couldn’t let it go. She asked, “Mom, Jessica peed her pants, didn’t she? I know she did.” My mom sternly tried to put an end to it by saying, “No, I told you it was a girl thing and you will understand when you are older. Now stop asking.” Katie was having none of it. “I know what a period is. I saw her underwear in the bag and they had pee stains. Just pee. I know she did.” My mom didn’t have an immediate comeback answer and was silent for a damning moment. My dad looked over to my mom with a look that told me he realized it was true. My sister asked again and my mom was forced to admit the truth. I cringed as she said, “Yes, Jessica wet her pants. It can happen to anyone, even older girls and big sisters. Now leave it alone and stop asking about it.” That got my sister to stop talking about it but she did keep bringing it up every once in a while during the rest of the trip. Questions like, “But how could you pee your pants when you’re in high school?” and, “You couldn’t hold it any longer?” and “If you had to go so bad why didn’t you tell dad to pull over sooner?” Types of questions that were extremely embarrassing but revealing that she was intrigued with the idea of a ‘grown up’ wetting their pants rather than trying to embarrass me further. I tried to have a fun vacation anyway, but the memory of my massive accident still haunted me. Even after we got back, I felt a bit of discomfort every time someone asked how our vacation was because that incident overshadowed everything else. It seemed fake when I had to pretend what a good time I had. It did bring me closer to my mom in a strange way though.
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  37. Man, those are some of the sexiest videos i've watched. Your bulging bladder is soo BEAUTIFUL. In the last video, when you press your bladder with both fists is absolutely amazing.
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  38. Here's chapter . There's at least one more chapter to come, but that may change depending on where this story goes. Again I would welcome critique of both the plot and the writing itself. Chapter 3 Noreen’s thighs clamped together and her hand instinctively shot towards her crotch as the first droplets of urine escaped her peehole. She managed to stem the flow almost instantly but felt the crotch of her panties get warm as piss slowly soaked into the fabric. Her need to pee hadn’t even been that bad to begin with. Originally, she had planned on waiting until they reached Sadiqabad before relieving herself. Then why was she suddenly leaking in her clothes? Was it somehow because of the ‘other tingling’ she had felt whilst watching Erum pee and then cleaning her, or was it simply because of the cold. Her thoughts were interrupted as another strong wave of desperation overcame her, causing her to wince and double over. “Are you alright Noreen Baji?” asked Erum, having noticed the predicament the older woman was in. Noreen tried to her best to compose herself before answering “I feel like this would be a good time for me to relieve myself as well, given that we’ve already made the stop” said Noreen, trying to make it sound nonchalant. She had seen Erum, fully exposed, pissing out in the open and she’d enjoyed it. She had enjoyed the cleanup afterwards even more, yet the thought of bringing up her own need still left Noreen very uncomfortable. Another surge of desperation hit Noreen and she realized a decision had to be made. “Erum, can you please stand watch while I pee as well.” the words came out sounding like a desperate plea.” Just warn me if anyone comes in this direction, the sun is already out.” Erum, having lost the capacity to be shocked, merely nodded in response as she pulled up her soiled panties and leggings. She wriggled a little, to get her panties into place, and made her way over to the mouth of the alley. Noreen fidgeted in place for a few seconds, hoping that she wouldn’t need to say it, before speaking up. “Can you… ummm….please turn around?” she said with as much authority as she could muster. It still sounded meek. Erum considered it for a few seconds, given what had happened not five minutes ago, she wasn’t sure the request was a reasonable one. But the cold sogginess she felt around her crotch and butt reminded her, that all she wanted was for this to end. So she turned around, facing outward. Noreen squirmed around impatiently whilst Erum had deliberated on whether to turn around or not. ‘Did Erum want to see me pissing aswell?’ The thought made her blush. Surely that couldn’t be true, but then what had she thought about before turning around? Or was she simply disoriented because of what had happened so far. Noreen’s thoughts were once again interrupted as her urethra twitched, a torrent of pis struggling to find its way out. Noreen realized that she could not bring herself to pee facing Erum’s direction. The thought of exposing her pussy like that made her blush furiously, so she too, turned around. With her back to Erum, Noreen pulled down her Salwar and underwear, dropping to a squat. A sudden gust of cold wind made her wince. Knives of phantom ice assaulted her posterior, biting into her flesh , giving her goosebumps. Noreen’s butt shivered as her pent up piss begged for relief. As hard as she was finding letting go in this weather, the amount of pee her body held was not to be contained for long. A short yelp exited her throat as she finally relaxed her sphincter muscles, producing a strong stream of piss. PSHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTT Noreen’s pee hit the concrete floor with considerable force, producing a booming sound which might have eclipsed Erum’s own. As the sound carried over, Erum couldn’t help but turn her head slightly. At the other end of the alley, her sister-in-law squatted, facing the other direction, whilst her urethra produced what seemed like the most powerful stream of piss that Erum had ever seen. Coils of steam rose up from the fast expanding puddle at Noreen’s feet and an acrid smell filled the alley. Erum could see that the force of Noreen’s stream was causing droplets of piss to splash back onto her naked butt, but the older woman seemed either unbothered by it or unable to do anything about it. Noreen had barely been peeing for ten seconds when Erum heard a sound in the distance. Her head jerked almost involuntarily towards the origin of the sound where she saw another car pulling up less than a hundred meters from their own. Eyeing a mother and a child she had no doubt that the car’s passengers would be walking in the toilets’ direction very soon. “Noreen BAJI.” she hissed as panic gripped her. “STOP. There’s someone coming” she said as she slid a few feet into the alley. Noreen immediately cut off her stream as she heard Erum’s voice. Cutting off mid-piss caused her urethra to burn, as a flood of piss crashed into its inner walls. As the last drops of her unfinished piss leaked out, she felt some of it drip down the inside of her left upper thigh, wetting the bottom of her right butt-cheek. She turned her head to see that Erum was facing her, and had a clear view of her exposed ass. Noreen’s cheeks burned with shame as she instantly shot up pulling up her Salwar and underwear. The wetness of her thighs and butt soaked into Noreen’s clothing, causing her Salwar to dampen. “What happened?” she asked. “There’s some people coming this way” repeated Erum . This was obviously bad. Getting caught with two fresh puddles of urine in an alley was not a situation Noreen had experience handling. So she took the only option left, and started walking away. Erum took her lead and followed her out of the alley, back to their car. They held their heads high and pretended nothing was amiss as they passed the woman and her two children who had exited the newly arrived vehicle. As soon as they were past, Noreen picked up the pace. Given her still desperate situation, Noreen did her best to shuffle towards the car with her legs pressed together. Erum followed, matching the older woman’s speed. “You drive” said Noreen as she tossed Erum the keys and got into the passenger seat. Erum entered from the other side and immediately fired up the engine. Pulling out and back on to the highway as the woman and her children, no doubt walked into the alley drenched in piss. As the car accelerated, Erum looked over at Noreen. She had barely peed for ten seconds, and Erum could see that she was struggling. Her face twisted in pain, Noreen had both hands buried between her legs. She moved her lower body from side to side as she fought off wave after wave of desperation. This ride wasn’t over yet.
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  39. Dang, quartz... Sorry to be that person but I'd love to have a partner who could bulge like that just to play with it and help them hold (the two being somewhat mutually exclusive, I know...)
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  40. I really like pushing my body to its limits when it comes to desperation. Having a bulging, rock-hard bladder while trying desperately to hold my pee (even after it becomes painful) is the best feeling in the world ?
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  41. I ALWAYS held all day and sometimes took pleasure in drinking heaps during lunch so that by the time the end of school came at 3pm I was getting really full. My bus didn't come until 3:35 and I didn't get home until 4pm. If I was doing well and feeling confident I would drink even more water after school just so that I was absolutely bursting by the time I got home - deliberately. Sometimes it was a little touch and go but I enjoyed the challenge of holding on. If I wanted to push myself I would hold on until dinner time. Sometimes I would avoid peeing in the morning as well to add to the challenge. There was a couple of times I would pee on Sunday night, not pee Monday morning, hold all day through to Monday night and then hold even more until Tuesday morning. I never managed to pluck up the courage to hold until Tuesday afternoon though. In hindsight I probably should have. All of this was done completely in secret of course - my personal secret fetish. I wish I had had someone (preferably female) to share it with.
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  43. I take it your not good at pissing part way before stopping. could drink a lot of water before bed so it fills in your sleep. feels really good waking up with a full bladder. intense morning wood.
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  44. you should try sleeping full. go to bed holding it even if you have to let a little out so you can go to sleep full but not so full you cant get to sleep. I am real good at pissing a little then stopping. massaging the bladder helps it relax after it tenses up first from the massage.
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  45. liter is better then most can hold. one thing that works well for many is going to sleep holding it and drinking water at bedtimes. bladder is relaxed in your sleep so it will hold more and that will get the bladder muscle used to being stretched out more for a long time so it wont tense up as much when full. try that and you should see improvements over time.
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  46. the suppression of the reflex to empty bladder is what makes sleeping really full a good way to stretch out bladder. and to train it to be used to being really full so you usually just have the full feeling without much of the tensing up you would have if you had not trained bladder to be used to being full. makes it easier holding a lot during the day. It also has the bonus of intense morning wood. I do have to go pretty soon after I wake up.
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  47. cinching belt really tight on your waist works. so does leaning forward In your chair and raising your feet up on the front toes so your legs are higher then opening and closing legs hard on the sides of your swollen bladder. I done that in class many times.
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  48. I see you also found its hard to pee when running. is one of the reasons that before doing a really long run I will drink water until my bladder is full to where I am close to leaking and filling super fast and then go running and not stop until the run is done. I will either wind up holding it and getting to busting badly feeling super good, or leak some in the later part of the run. I love how it feels to go running having to pee super bad.
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  49. I'm pretty new here but decided to share this... XD Not really sure how to attach pics, but I'll try my best. After seeing the other pics I'm kinda reluctant to share this, but it's something, I think? So this was from a whole morning of holding. I was quite desperate, but honestly could have probably waited a bit longer... I didn't measure it, but my limit is usually about 1,2L.
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