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  1. Here's one more then... Misty up and about to burst after having no chance to pee in 2 days... DM me for custom art and omo comics 😊
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    This file originally came from DLJG-382 (I already Uploaded it) and is one of my favorite clips i have ever seen so i wanted to give it it's own little spotlight. Jav this clip came from Enjoy
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  3. 17,380 downloads

    I've been gone for awhile and can't come back to uploading a lot just yet but I got some messages recently and had the day off so I wanted to scrape up some videos that I haven't seen yet or that are just to good not to download. I'm not sure what's been posted since I've been away but I hope at least some of these are new and enjoyable for you to watch. Some videos had to be trimmed to avoid scat and a couple were rotated I believe.
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  4. Oh, I have absolutely NO issues with people needing to obtain consent from those they are referring to when it comes to making posts about this sort of subject matter. My confusion lay in the fact that my understanding of the guidelines was that anything related to omorashi could not relate to a real-life person, be it an event that actually happened or a fictional scenario. Most of this confusion actually stemmed from a post I made sometime in March on the 'Omorashi general' forums where I talked about omorashi variations of a famous photograph done by actress Marilyn Monroe and how someone responded that we could not do that sort of stuff with real people, be they dead or alive. It would seem that I misinterpreted this response to mean that absolutely NOTHING uploaded on the site to be traced back to real people. This is in no way the fault of the person who replied with that: the responsibility all falls to me on that front. I sincerely apologise for causing anyone offense with this. Just please understand that it was NOT my intention.
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  5. Does anyone else ever reenact previous desperate scenarios you have either been in yourself or seen others in or read about? for example, many years ago when pretty much all banking transactions were done in the branch, I went into a bank to sort some affairs out. I was seen by a lovely young lady who was very professional and we were standing as she accessed my details on a computer in a busy banking area open to the public. I must have been with her well over half an hour and she was moving from foot to foot. After about twenty minutes she apologised saying she was waiting for her break and really needed the bathroom. I did suggest she could go and I would wait but she said that wouldn’t be allowed and she could wait but I could tell she was getting very desperate. sometimes when I am holding at home to help me keep holding I imagine I am that lady and I can’t go because I am serving a customer in order to make myself wait even longer.. or I imagine I am a teacher and I can’t leave my class or a chef cooking for customers in a . Restaurant does anyone else imagine and replay things like this to encourage yourself to hold longer?
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  6. https://thisvid.com/videos/a-wet-accident-of-athlete/
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  7. There is something about feeling air on my vagina, taking my knickers down or even pulling the gusset aside that increases my desperation exponentially. It’s like a phycological change happens when exposing that area like the brain then expects to get release. I have often seen men take their penis out of their trousers when very desperate and then seem to struggle so much more to hold and wondered if they too experience that same feeling that exposing your genitals makes things so much harder? Pulling my knickers down then still holding on is not only incredibly difficult it also heightens my arousal because the more I need to go the more I need to...well you know 😉. so am I alone or have you experienced this too?
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  8. View File black denim hotpants and no undies gang in which I relax at the end of a working week and pop some cute little shorts on to go pee Submitter blushinglylewd Submitted 05/07/2020 Category Transgender (MtF)
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  9. Ally has dreamed of this day for as long as she could remember. She was finally starting her new career as a Pharmacist. She had spent the last 4 years as a Pharmacy Technician while she finished her degree. She was so proud. All those long days and nights with little sleep after work had finally paid off. She did it. Ally was very small framed girl, coming in at 5’1 and 100lbs soaking wet. At only 25 years old, she was one of the youngest pharmacists in the county. And with that title, comes mistrust and disregard for her opinion even with her 4.1 GPA. However young she was, she still had the trust of her boss, Emily. She was the person who originally hired her on to the pharmacy team. No references whatsoever regarding this kind of work, but she had faith. She even had decided to let her become the main closing Pharmacist at the store. The dress code for Pharmacists was pretty strict. -Any solid colored shoe -Black pants, preferably dress pants -A solid colored shirt -The trademarked company vest all employees must wear. Ally had read this over many times before but she wanted to be sure she was dressed appropriately for her first official day. She had decided on her bright red flats as they were the most comfortable dress shoes she owned. She opened her drawer and pulled out her favorite pair of dress slacks. The same ones she wore to her graduation. And to top it all off, a solid blue dress shirt. She dug thru her make-up drawer to find her grandmothers earrings. They were her favorite. They were very pretty blue pearl. She wanted to look her best today. *ring* It was her boss, Emily calling. Emily never called unless it was dire. “Hey Emily! Is everything okay?” Asked Ally. “No, I need you to come in now. I’ve got a family emergency and I have to leave. Sorry to do this to you on Day 1.” Said Emily. “No no it’s fine! I can be there in 10-15 minutes depending on traffic.” “Please hurry.” Ally hung up the phone and sighed. She hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet. She checked her watch. 10:15 am. She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. For whatever reason, she was feeling incredibly anxious all of a sudden. She took a deep breath, checked her hair in the mirror. Her hair was a wreck. She hadn’t had time to do it this morning. She twirled it with her fingers while she was driving. She finally pulled up to work, threw her hair in a ponytail, and went in to work. “Ally! I’m so glad to see you!! I’m really sorry about this but I have to leave. My son broke his leg and is at the ER now.” Exclaimed Emily. “No no no it’s fine! Go be with your son. He needs you! I can handle this. Just one thing before you go, did you need me until 10 still?” Asked Ally. “No, Antonio will be here at 1pm. Just leave at 8. He can close tonight. None of the Techs have called in so the schedule should be good. It has been slowly picking up but nothing crazy. If you need anything, please call!” Stated Emily as she gathered her things and left. Ally sighed and got to work. Emily was right, it was picking up. She had been on the phone with insurance companies for the past hour already and it was only noon. She was dying of thirst but couldn’t take a break until Antonio came in at 1. She asked one of the techs if they would get her a large water and a Red Bull on their break. Fifteen minutes later, the tech returned with a 1L SmartWater and a 16oz Red Bull. Ally offered to pay them but they generously said no. They were already trying to butter up their new boss. But for what, She hadn’t the slightest clue. She didn’t care though, she needed water now. She quickly took the bottle and drank almost 1/3 of it right away. “Ahhh, much better” she muttered to herself. She put the Red Bull with her purse and was going to save it for her lunch. Over the next hour, she had consumed the entire water and was strongly considering another one. She figured it would be best to not do that right away. Ally had always thought she had a strong bladder. She had never considered the possibility she just hadn’t ever been fully hydrated. Because about 20 minutes after finishing the water, she needed to pee and the urge was only getting worse the longer she waited. Antonio was there now so she decided to excuse herself to break. The main priority, go pee. Then get a snack to hold her hunger off until lunch. She remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything at all today. By the end of the 15 minute break, she needed to pee again. She was running short on time but made herself go pee instead of be back on time after break. She quickly walked to the bathroom only to find it closed for cleaning. “Dammit.” She whispered. She had to go worse by the second. She decided to try the other restroom in the back of the building. She double-timed it back there, only to find a small line. “Ugh...come on I gotta go..” she whispered to herself. She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times as she waited patiently. The line moved pretty quickly and she was in and out in less than 5 minutes. As she returned to the pharmacy, she wondered why she had to pee so badly so quickly. Maybe her bladder was smaller than she thought. As she returned to the pharmacy, she was greeted by the famous “Where have you been??” From Antonio. “It’s been crazy, like as soon as you stepped away we got hit with about 30 new prescriptions to fill and 10 of those have insurance issues. Will you hop on the phone or should I?” “No, I can. It’s no issue.” Stated Ally. She quickly moved to phone furtherest from the counter as it was the quietest spot. She cracked open her Red Bull and got to work. After about 45 minutes, she had finished it. She began sipping on her next water. She hated the phone as she was always stuck on it, especially now since she was the “new girl” and she was too nice to say no. Especially to her very attractive co-worker. After about an hour and half on the phone, she was almost caught up. She felt sudden urge to pee as she got on the last call. She didn’t realize she had drank almost all of the water plus the Red Bull. No wonder she had to pee. She glanced at the clock. 30 minutes until we close for lunch. “Surely I can wait.” She mumbled to herself. But her need was growing stronger by the second. After about 10 minutes, she was second guessing herself. She really had to go. She was trying her best to hold her composure. The water was hitting hard thanks to the caffeine. Her bladder was aching. She did a quick little pee dance when she thought no one was looking but Antonio caught her. “You good Ally?” “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m great. I’ve gotta pee so bad. I can’t wait for us to close.” “Hah, well it’s only 15 minutes away. If you want, you can go whenever you finish that call.” “That sounds like heaven! You sure you don’t mind?” “Yeah, I’ve got it. No different than when you were a tech still.” “Okay, you’re the best!” Ally prayed this call would end soon. She had been on hold for 5 minutes already. The insurance companies loved to take their sweet time answering disputes. She was starting to sweat. Her bladder was screaming now. Thank goodness she chose the secluded phone because she was doing everything she could to hold it back. She was sitting on the edge of the stool with her heel propping her up. It was helping her stay comfortable and seemed to help with her bladder emergency. Her face was flustered. This was not good. She didn’t even know if she could make it to the bathroom now. Her watch said 2:55. Only 5 minutes to close. But that depended on the phone now. Finally, they gave her an answer. They needed more information from the doctors office. She typed that into the patient notes and was going to deal with it after lunch. She slammed the phone down. She did a quick pee dance while she gathered her things into her bag, and she ran out the door to find relief. She was walking as fast as she could. It took all of her strength to not have an accident in the middle of the store. She couldn’t. She’d potentially lose her job. “Oh no!!!” She whispered to herself as a jolt of pee escaped. She stopped dead in her tracks and crossed her legs as tight as she could. She balled her fist and pressed hard into her thigh as she bent over slightly. Control returned after less than a second. This can’t be happening. I’m gonna explode less than 100 feet from relief. She continued onward. She had never felt this before. Adrenaline was now fueling her strength. Her heart was pounding. Another spurt escaped. This one much stronger. She was gonna explode. Her eyes began to tear up. “No! No! No! No! No! Not here, not here. Fuck. Get it together Ally.” She told her self. She regained control and started walking again. She was in front of the door when another spurt escaped. Again, much larger than before. She threw hand into her crotch to try to stop the potential torrent of piss from running down her legs. But she made it to the bathroom. She hobbled into the first available stall. She was now dancing ferociously as she tried to unbutton her pants. After a second, it tore open, button flying against the stall door. She yanked down her pants and undies as quick as physically possible. A long spurt of pee shot out and on her pants as she sat down. It sounded like a jet engine was in the stall with her. Her bladder shoved every ounce of pee it had out at record speed. Ally sighed in relief. She leaned her head against the stall wall, panting in relief. “Holy crappp...holy crap. That just happened. THAT really just fucking happened.” She said wearily to herself. Her body trembled. She was exhausted. Ally sat for a minute, trying to gather herself. Her underwear was soaked in pee. She couldn’t tell the damage to her pants yet. She was too shocked to move still. She tried to pee some more before she stood up. And more pee came out. How much did she actually retain from the water and how much of it went straight to her bladder? She finally got up from the toilet. She pulled her pants up and immediately felt a damp spot. No. That can’t be there. She slowly exited the stall, making sure she was alone. She walked over to the mirror to inspect herself. Her butt was damp and there was a softball sized wet patch in the front. She stood there, angry AND delighted. This was a new experience for her and as embarrassed as she was, she enjoyed it. She had no idea what she would do but she knew one thing was for sure, she was going to document it. Pictures and notes of how much she drank and how long she held before it was almost too late. She figured it would help to evaluate her bladder size so she could avoid this in the future. She also wanted pictures of the damage done. From a very early age, Ally had heard of people holding their pee for enjoyment. Her first high school boyfriend was into it. They had never experimented with it though. Countless hours were spent researching it but she never really understood it until now. It was a rush. She was hooked. It was such a sensual experience. Ally slowly exited the bathroom. Her work vest hung low enough to conceal almost all of the damage with just about an inch showing in the front, if you looked super close. Her black pants hid it very well. She took off to the car for new pants and then the break room for lunch. The rest of the day was uneventful, she only had to pee once before she left. She was incredibly turned on the rest of the day. She still didn’t seem to really understand it, but she wanted more. She arrived home, her undies still damp from pee. Or so she thought. Just then, a text from her boss. “How was your first day? I’m so sad I didn’t get to be there with you!” Ally smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell her all about it.
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  10. So here in the UK we're being battered by snow. As a country we are hopeless when it snows. All the transport stops, public services struggle, and we always seem totally unprepared. Talking about being unprepared... that's where I come in. This experience... event (whatever you want to call it) may or may not have happened tonight, who knows. I was unprepared because I ran out of snacks and nice feel good food. I like snacks and feel good food. I only realised this when i had spent the evening eating all of my snacks and feel good food; thinking i had more, obviously. I was content in my ball of warmth in bed doing a film marathon and ignoring uni work. At about 21:00 ish I was hit with the dilemma: Do I stop being a total pig and stay in my nice warm bed OR Do I follow my cravings and brave the super cold conditions outside to indulge the fact I want to be a pig and keep eating. I chose the latter. At this point I was already in some nice fleecy joggers and a t-shirt and hoodie. The joggers seemed impractical to wear in the snow though, as the wind is causing the snow to pile up and be deeper than it should be. Damn wind. I should mention at this point I wasn't even thinking of pee stuff. I've been quite good the last few days and tried hard not to play around as I've actually been trying to do uni things. I didn't even really need to pee badly before I went on my little adventure. I changed out of the joggers and put on a pair of warm leggings and a pair of black jeans. I thought the jeans hugging the leggings against my skin would retain the warmth. i pulled on a pair of socks and a thicker pair over those. I swapped the hoodie for a jumper and put on my dark grey coat which ties at the waist and just about covers all of my ass. I haven't been out much in the snow (because I fecking hate it) so tried to be as prepared as possible for the cold. I went for my thin pair of woolly gloves, as they are the only ones I own, a scarf and a beanie style hat also. And off I went to the small Tesco shop that was a good 10 minute walk away without snow. Becca you idiot. I had slipped on my ass before even leaving the street my accommodation is on. My face felt like it was being splintered by ice cold splinters. Did I mention it's windy as well? The snow isn't that heavy but instead of going downwards it's coming face-wards. Despite the conditions, the snow drifts looked very pretty. Much longer than 10 minutes later I got to Tesco, got my chocolate and biscuits and all those good healthy things and trotted back down the road I came. This is when it hit me. I had ignored any bladder feelings until now as i was focusing too much on not slipping and trying to readjust my scarf so my cheeks wouldn't get frostbite. I actually had to stop walking for a bit to squeeze my legs together as I realised if i didn't get back quickly there may be a yellow snow incident. Even if I got back to my room, dropped everything, ran to my toilet or shower and just peed. I was fully prepared for that. I almost accepted that as fate as all I wanted to do now was get out of this bastard weather. As I said earlier, the sow wasn't too heavy but it was still bloody cold. My jeans and leggings idea hadn't been brilliant as both my legs felt numb. The only source of warmth down there was my thighs rubbing together as I walked. My chest was starting to ache from a mix of shivering and trying to breathe more. But goddamn this chocolate was worth it; of which I'm definitely not eating whilst writing this. I was about half way back to the accommodation before I realised I was probably at about an 8 - 8.5. I was panicking a bit as despite doing a bit of wetting from time to time, I strictly do not do anything publicly as I am way too scared and just no. So now I was using more effort to hold as well. Walking was hurting, breathing was hurting and now holding was hurting. Something had to give very soon... and both walking and breathing are more important than the other... The inevitable started to go through my mind. What if I had to pee now. Could I actually hide anywhere? Nope. Even behind a car? Not discretely. Are there people around? A few. Is it light? Only form the streetlights, which were light enough. Shit shit shit. Out of panic I took my spare hand and rubbed at my crotch to try and warm the area up, not that I thought it would do much use. All I did was make myself horny. Grade A job well done there, Becca. Now I was breathing heavier because I'd done gone and rubbed the V. I kept my hand there for a little while longer and the urge took over me. I stopped holding momentarily and felt a short wave pee touch my underwear and trickle down underneath my ass. I knew the leggings would absorb it if I leaked too much. It felt like no damage was done and I rubbed a bit more to try and spread any pee that had built up in the material. I felt a quick wave of the pee spread and then a few droplets escape down my inner thighs. I let out a small exhale sound thing. Christ I needed to get back to my room now. I came back to my senses and carried on hobbling through the snow. I checked the glove of the hand i had downstairs and from where I had been rubbing the snow had been removed. I couldn't tell if the glove had been made wet so though I thought I was safe. Literally no more than a few minutes later I was really desperate to go. As, lets face it, trying to become less desperate by letting some out doesn't work. But it was so nice and warm. Not that I had let lots of pee out but my god was I turned on at this point. I could feel the wet fabric between my thighs rub against my skin and I felt that the more I walked the more there would be a wet patch on the jeans at the crotch. It was the warmest part of my body. I was so close to my street now. I was doing so well. I was still indescribably desperate. I feel I should mention the time this all happened. I said earlier I left about 21:00ish, and lucky for me the Tesco is open until 23:00 every day. It was dark and the only light was from streetlights and I suppose the reflection of the light from the white snow. It was about 22:15 by the time I got back to my accommodation, or at least the turn off onto the street it;s on. I was now dribbling. I physically couldn't hold any longer without agonising pain. I had lost, and with only about 2 minutes until I got to my room. The dribbled had turned into a bit of a torrent and all I could do was think, do I hide and let it go or keep walking and try and get to my room, overly hopeful at the fact I might make it. I couldn't move though. I whimpered and turned to make sure no one else was nearby. I did a weird leap thing over and into a pile of snow behind a bush and looked down as my jeans started to steam. I had never wet in public until this point. I was feeling so embarrassed and helpless. I felt childish and dirty. I almost started crying as i watched around to make saw no one could see me. Fuck. The pee streamed down my legs in waves of pure warmth. I felt the leggings stick to my skin and the jeans become damp as the roughness of them became slightly softer whilst they started to glisten with liquid. The faint patter of pee droplets in the snow felt as if they were 100x louder than they actually were. I could feel both pairs of socks becoming gradually soggier as the pee drenched my legs and carried o downwards. The pee continued to spread across my already saturated underwear and puddle at my ass. I could feel the puddle spread even more and then fall into my leggings and carry on down the back of my jeans. I wasn't concerned about damage really, and as much as I was scared and helpless I was in a world of pure fucking bliss. I crouched down into the snow. My ass fell straight through the untouched layer of snow behind me and I carried on peeing. Now my legs weren't getting as damp but the pressure of crouching pushed out what remained in my bladder. I couldn't touch it, I shouldn't. But I did. I put the same hand as I did earlier onto my crotch and gently pushed inwards with my middle finger. I felt the saturated material give way and my glove because damp and warmer. I came back to my senses very quickly and everything rushed back into panic mode. I forced myself through the snow even more and ended up sitting down. I could see there was an obvious tint in the snow. I pulled the snow over my legs to... I don't know what. it seemed like the best way to hide the wetness but all it did was cool down the warmth of the pee and I sat there, feeling totally stupid, in the snow with ice cold wet jeans. Bollocks. I stood myself up, still trying to overcome the mix of excitement and shame. I kicked some more fresh snow over the accident site and all of the yellow evidence was gone. I looked down and thanked Christ I put on black jeans. The pee stain was hardly noticeable and it being late helped a lot. The snow was sticking to me though but I hoped if anyone saw me it would only look like I'd fallen in it. Still breathing heavily I made my way to the back end of the street where the accommodation is. A few lights on in bedrooms and kitchens but didn't look like there was too much movement. I thought I'd get away with this. Just one set of stairs and two corridors to go. I was safe walking in. I was safe on the stairs. I was safe through the social bit between corridors. I got into my corridor. I was outside my door. I fucking made it. If there was ever a feeling of relief more satisfying than the actual peeing, it was that right then: being behind my door after having had an actual accident, not being seen and not having been found out. I locked my door and pulled of my jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves. I pushed immediately. Whatever remained in my bladder came out and the rewetting lasted about 3 seconds. I did what I needed to do to satisfy my needs and promptly removed the jeans and leggings. They had been made damp and cold from the snow as well and that felt more uncomfortable than I'd have liked. I may still be wearing the same underwear though be re-wrapped up in bed in my fleecy joggers. If you have seen my previous experiences you'll know I have my mattress protected so wearing wet clothes in bed isn't a bother. But wow. This pair of underwear is being used well tonight I can assure you. I may even have put on the leggings and jeans again to pee through them once tonight. They definitely aren't sat in a pile on my bathroom floor feeling sorry for themselves waiting to be used again.
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  11. Hey guys so originally I wasnt sure if I would continue this, but since its been pretty well recieved im gonna turn this into a series Part 2 It was now a week later and the girls soccer practice had just concluded leaving Amy, Samantha and Molly to wait for Amy's mom to pick them up as they were all going to go out for dinner together. As the girls sat there in the warm sun waiting for their ride Molly brought up a question to Samantha which went like this. "Hey Samantha how'd you find out about the area under the bleachers".Samantha was a silent for a second and then got into telling the story of how she found out about it. The story started about 7 years ago when Samantha was new the football team and had only been going for a few weeks. Her older sister Rose was already on the team and she was getting ready to head for practice. Before she got out the door Samantha's mother asked her if she needed to use the bathroom to which both girls said no. Rose said no because her team already knew about the area under the bleachers but Samantha had a different reason for not going. See she had noticed how her sister was able to hold her pee throughout the entite practice without going beforehand compared to her who was always bursting for the toilet by the end of practice where as Rose didnt look like she had to go at all. Being the impressionable younger sister Samantha looked up to the strong bladder of her sister and wanted to try holding it for the entirety of her teams one and a half hour practice, which she had thought seemed a bit long and even her mother had expressed concerns about the length of the sessions but she was ensured they were allowed regular breaks which they were but no one told her parents about the coaches bathroom policy which was still no bathroom breaks till the end of practice whichwas hard on the older girls but even tougher on the little ones who would always be desperate to pee by the end and since they were young most didnt go before they left the house. Never the less both girls got in their moms car and were driven to practice together whilst Samantha thought about how she was going to last the entire practice infact she ws so busy thinking about it she hadnt realised that she already needed to pee. This worried her a little as this would make it harder to hold throughout the entire practice, combine that with the fact that she'd be drinking a lot of water throughout the day it was clear to her that this practice was going to be a struggle . The practice started as soon as Samantha arrived and started with the simple running exercises that the team always did. Throughout the practice the need in Samantha's bladder was starting to build up and she could definitely feeling it, despit that she did not decide to limit her fluid intake as she did not want to get dehydrated throughout the practice but at the same time this was seriously affecting her bladder and near the end of practice she was shifting about when standing still. By the time the first break came along Samantha's need had increased by a lot as she had her legs crossed when she was sat down and she could feel her pee pushing at her pee hole as she waited for the break to end. Whilst she waited she realised her water bottle was nearly empty and she decided she had better fill it up. As she walked over to the water fountain next to the changing rooms she noticed her older sisters team was all the way at the water fountain next to the old bleachers that had been deemed unsafe, Samantha didnt know why her sister's team went there as the one near the changing room was closer but not like it affected her, it actually meant there werent as many people there. Samantha started to fill up her bottle taking care to block out the sound of the water filling her bottle as it was not helping her full bladder. When she had finished she went back over to her team but suddenly stopped in her tracks as she felt a strong twitch in her pee hole, she stood still for a second panicked as she thought she was going to pee herself then and there but she was able to keep control of her bladder. She kept walking and by the time she got back to her team the practice had recommenced. The next practice session was hell for Samantha and felt it lasted for hours as her poor bladder begged for the release to the point where she was full on pee dancing when she wasnt moving as she was so desperate which was dismissed by everyone as an attempt to keep warm as it was quite cold outside. Samantha could feel her pee right up against her holding muscles and was putting all her effort into holding back the flow, at this point she was seriously regretting doing this as it was just so painful on her bladder. By the time the next break started all Samantha cared about was not peeing herselfas she sat on the ground with her hands dug in her crotch. At the same time Rose was walking back from the changing room as she had forgotten something and on the way back she spotted her sister in a situation that she knew all too well. Rose walked over to her sister and asked her if she had to pee to which she responded with a strained yes. Rose responded by asking why she didnt go before she left and she admitted that she wanted to try holding her pee the entire time just like she had. Rose was a little taken a back by this but then realised that she had to help her sisteror she would certainly wet herself. Rose quickly got Samantha up and took her over to the bleachers which was hard for Samantha as she had to pee so bad. When they got to the bleachers it was surrounded by members of the older team who were just standing around chatting with virtually none filling up their water bottles which Samantha thought was weird but she didnt care she just had to pee so bad. Rose brought her to the side of the bleachers which had a single girl standing at the entrance to the underbelly and asked what Samantha was doing here. Rose told her that she was her sister and thst she would'nt be able to hold it till the end of practice and then asked if she could go in. The girl responded by saying that someone was in there and that they'd be done soon. Rose then asked Samantha if she could wait a minute to which she said yes and after that she stood there pottly dancing as they waited for the person to exit. Eventually someone else came out from under the bleachers and the girl let the two of them under. When they got under the bleachers the ground was covered in several puddles in varying sizes and there was also a box with a role of toilet paper on it. Rose knelt down to speak to Samantha and told her that she never held her pee the entire time and infact her entire team peed under here during the breaks as their coach also didnt allow pee breaks. Samantha quickly realised that Rose wanted her to pee here to which she agreed to as she as desperate to the point of tears. Slowly she lowered her shorts and pants before getting down into a squatting position which she had learned how to do on a camping trip with her family. Rose turned around letting her know it was okay to do her business here. Samantha then sighed and then suddenly a small torrent of pee escaped her tired holding muscles and splattered onto the ground with gthe rest of the puddles. The relief Samantha felt was indescribeable as all the pee she was holding quickly exited her as she sighed loudly, the feeling of relief was so good that she didnt want it to end. When the steam cut off Rose handed her some toilet paper to wipe herself with to which she did. When the girls got out from under the bleachers Rose told her not to tell people about this and that since she knew she was free to come over here if she had to pee during breaks but she also told her to be discrete about coming here. Samantha nodded and went back over to her own team who were about to start the last phase of practice. Samantha ended the story by saying that eventually the practice times got changed meaning Samantha and Rose's age groups no longer had practice at the same time and a few years ago Rose had become too old to play for the team and left. Molly then asked if any of the other age groups knew about the bleachers to which Samantha responded by saying she didnt know maybe they have their own makeshift bathrooms after the bleachers cant be the only private place around here. To be continued
    2 points
  12. firstly, before you slam that downvote - i don't upload or reupload copyrighted content. i do strongly support every good quality producer i respect and even try to help their business if i can, by either buying or promoting and spreading the word. as goes for the producers i don't find interesting - i don't bother watching their stuff even if i find it for free. i don't shared freakart's vids, i won't and i don't care if i see any. now to the point: so freakart is making a fuss about how she can't control who sees her videos and it somehow makes it uncomfortable for her - but she doesn't mind anyone with a few bucks can see her videos? no, it's not about you "can't be yourself", honey, it's just about money being the only motivation. but the problem is she's not the only one. there are loads of 20-something chicks who want easy money and decide they'll try to get some by making vids without actual fetish or real desire to do that, and you can tell that from the videos - no passion whatsoever, wettings are basic and repetitive, their excitement is fake. they totally ruined this fetish by only making it as a business oportunity to exploit (basically the whole fetish video (and art in general) industry has become shit because of these reasons - just look at some fetish clips from 90's or 00's, they are masterpieces of passion compared to this crap nowadays). so i really don't mind if these brats stop producing the vids. it's actually good - it makes more room and demand for those (very few) dedicated producers who actually put their hearts into it to make profit they deserve, because i much, MUCH rather see 1 good quality video full of genuine passion than 100 repetitive vids of random chicks who badly pretend they're into it just because someone offered them money. here is a fact: a good quality video producer who actually focuses on quality will ALWAYS have good profits, no matter how much piracy there is - some even see it more as gaining publicity than a nuisance. they make fans so loyal they get custom orders, and even donations and gifts. some of the best videos i've ever seen in my life were free, because the (amateur) producer was motivated by passion for the fetish and not money. sites like xtube in the years before they became paysites had some of the most amazing amateurs ever, and you can even find gems today. even i created my own videos and uploaded them there because it was an incredible joy to see some woman get turned on by it. sadly those days are over, it's all about money nowadays and the passion for the fetish is gone - all there is instead of it is worrying about what will sell and how much for.
    2 points
  13. 206 downloads

    in which I relax at the end of a working week and pop some cute little shorts on to go pee
    Free
    1 point
  14. Furry Omorashi

    Omorashi, but it's furry-related.
    1 point
  15. Youtuber girl Andressa Barboza admits that she has piss, but she is supposed to be in quarantine so all the bathrooms are closed, did this girl have to pee in a tree? This big-ass girl is a fitness girl and makes videos showing her leggings, and in the video she explains that she has to go to the bathroom but she has nowhere to go. 4:50 while she jumps she says she must piss 5:14 she tells her friend to wait because she really must piss and she is going to pee in his leggings 5:46 "i have to pee my pants" I don't know if he found a bathroom on time, he says he had to pee, but I don't know if he wanted to 2 times
    1 point
  16. Another commission I got from @raikori of Shizuku during a bit too intensive of a gaming session!
    1 point
  17. Version 1.0.0

    378 downloads

    Raw: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/38.html Needs RPG XP RTP.
    Free
    1 point
  18. Hot public jeans wetting I found on VK. Haven't seen it before, hopefully new to everyone. Jeans pee on Ferris wheel.mp4
    1 point
  19. Since i can remember, i love it to prevent girls to go to the loo. Here one experience with Margot. Margot was a girl who never went to the loo at our dates. I think that she was sometimes needing to wee, but that she was shy to admit it and that’s why she was holding it. I did love that and i did not give her really a natural opportunity to go to a toilet. Onetime at the evening we were invited for a dinner at my parents. I was the first visit vor her at my home. I did always keep a eye for that, that she had enough to drink. I was curious, how long it would last until she would ask for the loo . After the dinner we had a conversation with my parents for about 2 hours and then we went to my room. I made her drink and she did drink a lot. We were lying on my bed and watched a video. We kissed and my hands was there, where a boy like to have his hands, if he is alone with a girl. Most of the time on and between her smooth, nude thighs. It was 10 pm and i could not believe that she was not needing to wee after that long time and after all that she was drinking. I did make a test with her and with her bladder. I laid my head on her thighs and pushed with my head against her belly. She moaned ”Ooohh, be carful don’t press on my bladder, I am needing to wee so bad, i doing it in my panties if you push on my bladder.“ It was the first time ever that she did talk about her urge to pee, since i did know her. She told me that she would need to pee really bad, but she did not ask for the loo and i did not offer her to go, i did like that she was needing to wee. I was like she was not allowed to use our bathroom, or she was to shy to go, because my parents were still awake,or she was well mannered to be a good girl, to hold it until she was at home. It was total arousing for me that she was needing to wee so bad, but did not go. One hour later i did give her another large coke and she told me that her bladder would be to full for to drink some more. I made her drink and she did let me make her drink. She still did not ask for the loo and i did not ask her if i should bring her to the bathroom, to do a much needed wee. It was like we did both agree about that, that she had to hold it until she was at home. More and more i had my hand between her thighs and on her, still dry, panties. 2 hours later, we went to my car, to bring her home. I did not choose the shortest way. I had all the time and i did enjoy every minute that she had to hold it longer. “Please bring me home as fast as you can! I am waiting for so long to wee,i can’t wait much longer.“ she was begging. I putted my hand on her swollen belly and pressed soft on her bulging bladder. “You are pretty full down there, you are needing to wee really bad! Don’t you?” i wanted to know. ”Oh yes! I am needing it so bad, all my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad.“ she answered. She told me that she was not at the loo since this morning and that she was needing to go long before i did pick her up for dinner at 6 pm. She said that she wanted to go before i picked her up, but i was to early and she did not wanted to make me wait, so she did leave with her bladder full from the day and a urge to pee. She did not wee since 16 hours and did drink all evening long. Now she is really frantic to go, she told me and i did love it! I did not ask her why she did not use our bathroom, because i did not wanted to animate her to do it in future. I hoped that she would hold it at our next dates too, until i bring her home. Even our dates would last all day long. I had luck, she did always hold it until home. Sometimes she did not wee all day!
    1 point
  20. Desperate, Diapered Asriel

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Asriel squirmed and danced his way towards the potty. His desperate dance made all the more embarrassing by the constant crinkling lining his every move. The goat-boy clutched at the front of his thick diaper, trying his hardest to hold himself and prevent an accident; He wasn't a baby who wets his diaper, Asriel encouraged himself, he could hold it. Asriel made it to the door, but his heart dropped when it didn't budge. Locked. He backed away, bobbing and squirming on the spot. It's fine, it won't take long, he reassurred himself, but as soon as he thought that, he hear something that dashed his hopes entirely. "Oh no..." Asriel whimpered to himself quietly, as the shower just beyond the door turned on, filling his ears with the sounds of warm water flowing freely...
    1 point
  21. A place to store the small animations I make as I learn how to. There'll likely be many variations of most works, usually alternate outfits or subject emotions. Want to see a particular variation of a post? Leave a comment describing it and I'll see what I can do!
    1 point
  22. Version 1.0.0

    185 downloads

    Raw: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/102.html https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/95.html Games made by ないとめあありす, wolf rpg game. Need Japanese locale or locale emulator. Locale.Emulator.2.4.1.0.zip
    Free
    1 point
  23. My 36 hour hold

    This is based on a true story. Since it was years ago, I had to sort of fabricate some of the fine details and dialogue, but for all intents and purposes, you can consider this a true story. Feedback welcome ? Some years ago, I had an online omo friend, who took joy from making me hold for her, so I told her that she could control what I drink, and when I would be allowed to release it. I would come to find out, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. At the time, I had been doing quite a bit of holding, and had developed a rather large bladder from it. I believe at the time I could hold somewhere around 1700 ml. The morning we began, I was allowed to pee at 11 a.m. and told only to drink if I was thirsty. Now, this struck me as rather odd, since I was expecting her to want me desperate that night, after my parents went to bed. (I was in college, but staying with them for the summer) They day carried on as normal, with me drinking fairly little. (which is about normal for me. Terrible, I know.) I had a glass of water with my lunch, and sipped down another over the course of the afternoon. What also surprised me was how little I heard from the girl in charge of my bladder. It was getting close to dinner time when I got the text: “Have an extra glass of water with dinner ? ” and of course my response was “yes ma'am” as always. For the time being, it had to be. I wasn’t worried about the extra glass, I barely felt anything in my bladder at all at this point. So, as 7:00 approached, dinner came, and as instructed, I had my glass of water, finished it as I ate, and had another before it was over. By 8, dinner was done and cleaned up, so I texted her again, asking if I had any more instructions. No reply. The next few hours went by without much excitement. I watched some tv, and felt the water from dinner make its way into my bladder. By 10:00 I was feeling those little bladder twinges, hinting at me to go to the bathroom. Not anything I would call urgent, though. By 11, I was growing tired, and a little impatient. I was ready to give up this game and go to bed, since it wasn’t really turning out to be that exciting. “Hey, I’m getting ready to go to bed pretty soon… Can I go pee now?” Finally! A response. “No, you can hold it. Goodnight ;* ” Oh. Well that’s not how I thought that would go… Usually that’s when these things end.. It’s a little concerning, but at least it’s interesting now. So I head to bed. For someone that usually pees right before bed every night, going to bed with a slight urge to pee was a very strange feeling, and so it took a good while for me to finally drift off to sleep. 7:00- I wake up, and the very first thing I notice is my bladder, now with 20 hours of urine collected inside it. It was full. Not bursting, but definitely uncomfortable. I could definitely do with some relief at this point, so I text her. “Good morning” “Good morning! How did you sleep?” “Pretty well. It took a little while to get there though. But um… I kinda need to pee.. pretty badly now.. Can I go please? I haven’t since yesterday morning” “Aw, does someone need a potty break? How bad is it?” “Well, it definitely wants out, although the urge has died back a little since I first woke up. It’s under control. It feels full and heavy, like there’s a canteloupe in my stomach.” “So it’s under control? Good! Because I wasn’t planning on letting you go. If I did, then you wouldn’t be full for tonight ? ” “TONIGHT?! I can’t wait that long! I already really need to go!” “I think you can do it ? Oh, and make sure you have a glass of water with lunch ;* check in with me after that. TTYL” I really had no idea how I was going to wait that long.. But I had my orders. So I went about my morning as usual, doing some chores and working on a couple little projects I had going on. As I got used to the fullness in my bladder, it became slightly less distracting, but it was always there, and it would always catch my attention again sooner or later. All I could do was bounce my knees a little and try to push it to the back of my mind. The morning dragged on, but eventually lunchtime came. I just made myself a sandwich, nothing fancy, and the obligatory glass of water to wash it down. My bladder was not happy about the water. Every drink seemed to go straight into it, even though I knew better. I spent much of lunch bouncing my knees under the table to cope with the water I had to drink, but nobody was around too close, so I could get away with it. And as instructed, when I finished my lunch, I texted her an update on my condition. Afterwards, I took to some reading, hoping that getting lost in a book would help take my mind off my bladder. And after 30 minutes of trying to get focused on it, it did start to work. Unfortunately, it was short lived, as right about then, my phone buzzed. “Glad to hear you’re holding up so well. I think now would be a perfect time for you to do the dishes, since you’ll need to anyway, and your bladder isn’t going to get any better, don’t you think? ? ” *Oh no.. dishes.. Just what I need. * I get up, and notice that while I was reading, the water from lunch had made its way to my bladder, which had now reached the next level of fullness. I felt like I had a large water balloon in my stomach. It was so full that it made me want to bend forward slightly, and I had to put extra effort into standing up straight and not drawing attention to myself. *Oh no, this isn’t good… It’s only 1:30.. I still have at least 9 hours until everyone else goes to sleep… I don’t know if I can do this..* So I go downstairs and start on the dishes. Ohhh dishes on a full bladder is not fun.. It took everything I had not to squirm around while the water was running. Even worse when my hands were in the water. I’ve never done dishes faster in my life. I just wanted to be done with them. After what felt like 2 hours, and was really probably only 20 minutes, I was finally finished with the dishes, and ohh boy my bladder was not happy.. As soon as I dried my hands, I retreated to my room so I could make a private show of squirming around and grabbing myself to try and get the urge back under control. After several minutes of this, my bladder started to calm down a bit, and reverted to the (mostly) dull fullness that I had been getting used to. Although, it still felt fuller this time… so full.. “Hey.. doing the dishes with my bladder like this was really hard! I really don’t know if I can make it to tonight.. it’s so full.. I’ve never even held it this long before! Are you sure I can’t go pee? Pleasseee?" After a few minutes with no reply, I decide to go back to reading again. It’s even tougher to get into this time. I can’t even find a comfortable position to sit with my full bladder being unhappy with even the slightest pressure on it. But I keep trying, because I’m sure that being totally distracted by a book is the only way I’m going to make it through the many hours that I have left to hold. Eventually, I do get into the groove with reading, despite being interrupted by a strong urge from my bladder every ten minutes or so. Read, squeeze, read, don’t pee, read, just hold it, read, don’t look at the clock, read, squirm, read. Amazingly, I was able to get invested in the story, and not realize that hours had passed while I was reading. When I came to, it was close to 6:00, and my bladder was making itself known, constantly. It had become too distracting to read. There was a constant urge to squirm. I needed something more engaging than a book now.. I noticed I’d missed a message: "Aw, but you’re doing so well so far! I know you can do it, just hang in there ? Oh, and don’t forget to drink a glass of water with dinner ? AND fill up a glass to take back to your room afterwards. I’ll talk to you then ;* ” Aghh even the thought of having to drink more water made me squirm again.. I really didn’t know how I was going to keep this up. I was getting depserate and I still had something like 4 hours to go. So I fired up the gamecube to try and get distracted. Legend of Zelda usually keeps me pretty occupied, so I give that a shot. And it works. Sort of. It does take my mind off of my bladder, but it doesn’t stop me from bouncing my legs and shifting around almost the whole time I’m playing. Next thing I know it’s 7:15, and I’m being called downstairs for dinner. Or rather, to help get dinner on the table. When I stood up, the new fullness in my bladder hit me hard. I couldn’t believe how full it was. I had to bend over and squirm for a minute before I could go down there. At this point, I was worried.. I really didn’t know how I was going to hide it while I was down there with everyone else.. Downstairs helping get the food ready, it was difficult to stay stood up straight, and stay still, and don’t pee. Hold it, hold it, hold it. After a few agonizing minutes on my feet, I finally got to sit down again. But the struggle wasn’t over yet. Did I mention we have a glass table? Which means no cover for me. So I spend the next 45 minutes sitting there, surrounded by family, doing everything I can not to fidget and squirm with 33 hours of pee trying to burst out, all the while adding to it by drinking the glass I had been instructed to have, every drink feeling like a whole glass being poured into my bladder, all while trying to stay in conversation and seem like a normal person who hadn’t been holding their pee for over a day. Finally, dinner was over. But this didn’t mean relief. No, instead it meant that it was time for me to help clean up. Which was absolute torture. It was just like getting ready for dinner all over again, but this time with the added torture of the water I drank with dinner gradually filtering into my bladder. I rushed to get everything cleaned up as quickly as possible, because my bladder was filling, I was already close to my limit, and it showed no signs of slowing down. As soon as I figured it was acceptable to do so, I retreated to my room once more, this time to make an even bigger spectacle for whatever ghosts were watching, doing a full on pee dance and holding myself, so glad to finally be alone again so I can tend to my ever-fuller bladder. *Ok, it’s 8:45.. they usually go to bed around 10 or 10:30.. So.. an hour and a half? Can I hold it for an hour and a half? nghhh I don’t knowwww* “Hey.. that water from dinner is setting in.. I’m getting really desperate now.. please, I really really gotta go ? ” “Aw, you poor thing.. you must be so desperate by now! But you haven’t leaked yet, have you?” “Miraculously, I haven’t… but I probably will soon! Please let me go” “I’m glad to hear you haven’t leaked yet! I think you’re gonna be okay. You’re just gonna have to hold it a little longer, okay? At least until everyone is in bed. Let me know when that happens, then we’ll discuss getting you some relief. No leaks! good luck ? ” *aghh nghh fuck.. I don’t think I can do this * 9:00- At this point, my bladder was so full, I was constantly putting forth effort just to keep the pee from spurting out, squirming, grabbing myself, I couldn’t even think straight. I thought about reading, but I couldn’t possibly concentrate on it, being so desperate. I thought about trying to play LoZ again, but I felt the need to hold myself about 1/3 of the time, and I knew I was gonna need to hold myself as much as possible if I was going to make it for another hour or more. I finally settled on getting on youtube to try and pass the time. So there I sat for the next 30 minutes, holding myself, squirming, fidgeting, and doing everything I possibly can to alleviate the urge even just a little bit. Then my phone buzzed. “Oh, and that last glass of water you were supposed to bring to your room after dinner? I want that finished before you text me again ? ” FUCK I really wished she would have just forgotten about that glass.. just like I had… Dammit. Now I had to go back downstairs and get that glass. I stood up and gave the pee dance everything I had for a minute, just to try and get it all out of my system for the 2 minutes it would take to go down and get that glass. I took everything I had to stand up straight, keep my legs still, and go downstairs. I had to keep my composure solid as I walked through the living room to the kitchen (where I was still in view). I started pouring the water. I really thought that was going to break me. My breathing all but stopped while the water was flowing, and the stress that seeing it put on my bladder caused me to leak just one tiny little spurt. *Shit shit shit! I’m leaking, standing 30 feet from my parents! * I made a beeline back to my room, luckily without any more incidents. This was getting out of hand, I was so desperate. Once in private again, I did a full on pee dance. After I had managed to calm my bladder down just a little (LITTLE) bit, I went back to watching youtube, this time with more squirming than last time, and a constant grip on myself, just to make sure there were no leaks. *9:45… okay, just keep holding it, you can do it.. just don’t pee.. hold it, hold it, hold it* *10:00.. okay, 1/3 of my glass is gone, so that’s good, and hopefully it won’t be too long until everyone’s in bed.. * At about 10:10, I had to stand up and pace around the room, doing a pee dance and squirming and holding myself, I just needed to move around to take the edge off. 10:20 I sit down again. *10:25 gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee aghh fuck I’m so desperate I have to pee NOW nghh… Wait… no, they can’t.. are they watching a movie?? fuck I’m gonna piss myself * *10:30 shit, I have to drink that water too nghhhh * At this point, I finished off another 1/3 of my glass, and my bladder revolted. It cramped and squeezed and forced another spurt out before I could even reach down to stop it. *10:40 Dammit! when are they gonna go to bed! I’m pissing myself over here! * At 10:45 I finally heard them turn off the tv and start heading to bed. Meanwhile, I’m pacing around my room, bent over, squirming all over the place, holding myself with two hands, doing everything I can to hold onto just under 36 hours of boiling piss that’s just ready to explode. With great effort, I pull one hand away to text her. “Okay, they’re going to bed now, and I’m holding with two hands just to not piss myself! Please, I need to pee, now!” 10:50, I heard them close their door. Now I had the freedom to move about the house, as long as I was quiet, but that didn’t help me much, because I still didn’t have permission to pee! *aghh fuck, the water * So I finished my glass of water. This time I drank with one hand and held myself tightly with the other, and fortunately I was able to prevent any leaks, but not for a lack of trying on my bladder’s part. I was fit to burst, any moment now. 10:55: “Aw, someone really really needs a potty break now, huh? You poor thing.. but you can hold a little more for me, can’t you? You can ? ” “No, I really can’t, I’m about to burst, please let me go!” “Hmm I guess we’ll just see about that… Go downstairs bathroom and get on skype with me” 11:00- We started the skype call. These never end well for me.. H: aw, look at you, so desperate, squirming around.. you really need to go, don’t you? M: Yes, I really do, please let me go -At this point, I’m holding myself, my knees pressed tight together, bobbing up and down, breathing heavily H: mmm not yet, I’m just starting to have fun. You can hold it for me a little longer, can’t you? 5 minutes? M: i..I’m sorry, but n.no, I don’t think I can hold it another minute.. H: What’s that? Are you telling me no? M: Agh.. i..I’m sorry, I mean.. Y..Yes ma'am, I’ll hold as l.long as you say.. -Trembling at this point, leaks threatening to burst through my fingers H: That’s more like it ? Now, let’s try taking those hands away.. M: I ccan’t.. please.. I’ll pee..I.. H: Do it. M: Y..yes ma'am.. -As soon as I release my grip, a large spurt bursts out, and I have to squirm and dance like crazy just to reduce it to a light drip H: Stop that! M: I’m t..trying -I barely manage to gasp out. I’m so desperate I can barely breathe. With 36 hours of hot piss in my bladder, some of it keeps dribbling out, and all the squirming and dancing I can do can’t stop it And that’s when I feel it.. that last drink I took from my glass of water.. It was choosing this moment to enter my bladder, and that was it. That was all I could take. I felt my already watermelon-sized bladder expand a bit more for just a second, I felt fuller than I had previously thought possible, and then the leaky dam burst. The dribble turned into spurts, into a stream, into a torrent, and next thing I know, I’m soaking from the waist down, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. After 36 hours, my bladder finally won. H: Aw, you’re having an accident? You really did have to go didn’t you? tsk tsk.. It looks like you’re going to need some more practice controlling your bladder…
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  24. I honestly would never pee through my panties before I read about it multiple times and got curious. So much fun and it feels so good.
    1 point
  25. For me it has been wearing a bodysuit with hook and loop closure and pantyhose / tights underneath.
    1 point
  26. My favourite omo fantasies revolve around school roleplay settings. Either myself or a cute girl is stuck in class with a desperately full bladder. The floodgates give way and a humiliating accident happens, then it's off to the nurse for a clean up. This only happened to me once, but was such an intense experience that a fetish was born.
    1 point
  27. Biku Room

    It was good and I liked the art style, however I think it was much too short for $5.
    1 point
  28. Think of it this way: All your internal organs are, for lack of a better word, jelly. It kinda jostles around inside your abdominal cavity as you move, held in place by connective tissue and your skin. A sudden jolt causes that jelly to smoosh to one side or the other. In the case of a road bump, it's straight up and down, so the jelly will "smoosh" towards the bottom with gravity, and that increases the pressure around your bladder. Coupled with the interruption in muscle control because of the movement, bada bing bada boom, you've got a leak (or worse...!)
    1 point
  29. I couldn't get character switching to work, I think it has something to do with the translation overlay. For the 'redo the shortcut' I meant the one that says (Patch and Run) Basically right click the shortcut > Properties and replace the file destinations with the location of the files on your comp. Target folder should be [ (Path to folder)\CAMPUS_MT\ReiPatcher\ReiPatcher.exe -c "ShikkinCAMPUS.ini" ] Start in should be [ (Path to folder)\CAMPUS_MT\ReiPatcher\ ] Run the shortcut and it should work and open the game then.
    1 point
  30. So, me and my boyfriend Eric are in Quarantine together at his house, and we got an idea yesterday morning. "Wanna have some fun?" He asked, pulling out a bag of diapers. We had the day off, so of course I said yes. I wore the same short, tight jean shorts (I have dubbed my omo shorts) that I had wet in last time, and when I looked in the mirror, you could clearly tell I was wearing a diaper. Except, I had a pair of panties underneath the diaper for extra fun. I put on a bikini top because why not, and headed downstairs to meet him in the living room. Eric himself put on his tight jeans and a shimple white tee, "well, look who's ready for some fun." He whispered, and pulled out a sleeve of sprite. I nodded, and eagerly downed four cans in the first hour. He had turned the heat down in his house so we would enjoy this even more. We were sitting on his couching playing minecraft on his Xbox, when I felt that I was starting to need to go. He smirked and said, "lemme guess, gotta go?" I nodded, and he pulled me on his lap, smiled approvingly, and I felt as my panties were soon deliciously warm and wet and the diaper had caught some of it. Now I downed another two cans. I laid down on my stomach, wanting to feel the pressure. When that became unbearable, I had sat back up. Eric had a finger in my belt loop and somehow, his dick was now out of his diaper and in the back of mine. He smirked and said, "panties under, eh? How naughty of you!" He said, and then proceeded to pee inside my diaper. When he was halfway done, he swiftly pulled himself out of my diaper and into his own to finish off the job. "Ahh." I heard he say, now nice and relaxed. Now, two hours later, I had to go again. Eric smirked as he saw the crotch of my diaper dampen and then leak. At this point I was done with the diaper, as he bought cheap ones, and just decided to wet in my panties and shorts. Eric's eyesbrows raised as I came out and said, "now I'm gonna have some real fun." He decided me would too, so he ran and took his off. I heard his stomach gurgle and an "omph" escape his lips as he no doubt popped in his pants. He looked at me and said, "when are you gonna go?" I shook my head and said, "you'll see." I had to pee, so I positioned myself over his crotch and peed all over both of us, turning us both on. He stood up and you could see the bulge from his load as he walked, so naughty and yet adorable. I felt a twinge myself. He had walked out, and of course today I hasdn't pooped since Sunday, and so when I let it escape, I was embarrassed and yet happy with myself. Eric came back, brows arched. "Well...did someone poop?" He asked. I nodded and pointed. "Wow, so hot." He whispered, coming up behind me and picking me up. Him and my best friend Sarah love doing this to me, and he threw me and heard the squelch. My eyes widened as I felt the load move, feeling amazing. I walked back over and rubbed his crotch till it was his turn. I have no idea how long the two of us sitting there, full of poop. Either way, it was fun!!
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  31. you posted it in the wrong sector. This is omorashi not omutsu. Good find anyway 😉
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  32. The the vast majority of my masturbation fantasies are from remembering and fantasizing about times in which I was desperate or saw others desperate, that or my fictional stories, many of which take things beyond the realm of reality and possibility!
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  33. Here's one more custom art made for a patron ! Misty is super desperate but her shorts just won't budge... Dm me for custom artwork and omo comics😊
    1 point
  34. View File 35 Messy Videos just because I've been gone for awhile and can't come back to uploading a lot just yet but I got some messages recently and had the day off so I wanted to scrape up some videos that I haven't seen yet or that are just to good not to download. I'm not sure what's been posted since I've been away but I hope at least some of these are new and enjoyable for you to watch. Some videos had to be trimmed to avoid scat and a couple were rotated I believe. Submitter Mnlover1234 Submitted 05/06/2020 Category Female
    1 point
  35. Thanks, we need to be a responsible community.
    1 point
  36. Version 1.0.0

    604 downloads

    Raw: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/76.html Yet another discontinued project that looks very promising.
    Free
    1 point
  37. Version 1.0.0

    126 downloads

    Raw: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/39.html Don't be fooled by the size, it has extremely rich story. Needs RPG VX RTP, NOT RPG VX Ace RTP.
    Free
    1 point
  38. Version 1.0.0

    213 downloads

    Raw here: https://w.atwiki.jp/omogame/pages/108.html Also here: Need Japanese locale or emulator. The attachment one works for me. Locale.Emulator.2.4.1.0.zip
    Free
    1 point
  39. View File Pregnant asian wife pees in panties As I mentioned here, my wife is currently over 6 months pregnant. She is at the stage where she needs to pee constantly. She agreed to wet herself in the shower for me. Enjoy! Submitter wetpantsboy Submitted 05/02/2020 Category Female
    1 point
  40. Thank you for your effort on this game
    1 point
  41. Version 1.0.1

    1,065 downloads

    Support the developers here. Play online. The title said it all. Pure scat, zero urination. Somehow I wonder why did they hold their urine after pooping, lol. Or why can they? I came across this game on dlsite. It's always amusing to see a demo has a larger size or about the same size compared to the full game. So I downloaded the demo, took a look with RPGMV and found they merely deleted some trigger events. So I re-implemented these events myself and it actually works for all four girls. Then I translated this game. Maybe I will add some urination content to this game later.
    Free
    1 point
  42. Wish we had something that involved using a potty.
    1 point
  43. I used to be so so embarrassed to tell anyone I needed to pee. Even to the point if I was asked if I needed the bathroom I would always deny it! Heres a few examples: in high school I detested the bathrooms as they were full of smokers. One afternoon in class towards the end of the day I was bursting but trying hard to hide it. I crossed my legs, bounced my knees, wriggled about and tightened my muscles. I must have not been hiding it that well as the girl beside me eventually asked quietly if I needed to go to the toilet but I just went red with embarrassment and shook my head despite almost wetting myself. I couldn’t have managed the 20 minute walk home so the minute the bell rang I walked quickly to the bathrooms despite how much I hated them. During my studies at university I had to go on placement. To begin with this was days and days of observation and I could never muster the courage to ask where the bathrooms were unless I was actually shown. I always took a packed lunch with me. One placement I left the halls of residence early and drive to the placement. I had to wait for the person I was observing at the front desk then she took me to her office where she gave me a mug of tea then I had to shadow her all day. At lunch time I was lead to a staff room but couldn’t see any bathrooms. By the afternoon I was so uncomfortable and finding it so hard to stay still. Another student was observing another person but at one point we were together and he noticed me fidgeting and whispered ‘the toilets are to the right near the office’ but I looked back at him shocked and whispered back ‘i’m Just cold and tired but thanks’. I swallowed m6 pride and found them at 5pm but not before I had leaked in my knickers! And a very recent one. I had to attend a very long business meeting one afternoon. The agenda was long and complex but as I was an active part in it I had to sit through the full meeting. I’d had tea with my lunch before going and more tea and water during the meeting and by three quarters through I genuinely thought I would have a huge accident I was so desperate! I was sweating and distracted and the person chairing the meeting must have thought i looked ill or stressed or maybe it was blatantly obvious I was bursting for the loo. He looked right at me and in front of the whole meeting room said ‘if anyone needs to take a short break I don’t mind.’ I was mortified but shook my head and said quietly ‘’m fine to continue if everyone else is’ despite feeling droplets of urine at the tip of my urethra dripping into my underwear! The feeling of finally peeing that day was only intensified by another woman from the same meeting peeing loudly in the stall next to me and commenting brazenly ‘oh my God i was seconds from peeing myself if that meeting hadn’t stopped!’ I had unfortunately been so blinkered by my own extreme need I hadn’t even noticed any signs that this woman had been bursting too! So have you ever been bursting but denied it if someone asked?
    1 point
  44. Welcome! Glad you can join us ^_^ With a username like that, do I spy a fellow musician?
    1 point
  45. Wet my white gym shorts and light blue boxer briefs.
    1 point
  46. I subscribe to a whole slew of youtubers in the fields of disaster preparedness, emergency medicine, and electrical & biomechanical engineering, because I'm a dork. Most of these are special interest channels, though. But I do have these three more "accessible" favorites: Tom Scott and Adam Savage for general nerdery. Rose & Rosie for my sapphic needs.
    1 point
  47. One of our tour stops in London was a trip to a castle out of town. The bus ride took awhile and when we got there we had to stand around waiting for our turn to enter the castle. Our guide told us that there was bathrooms before we got in and then the bathrooms were again available after the tour. I wanted to enjoy myself so I decided to hit the bathrooms before we went in. After I was done I met up with our group and waited to go in. We had just gotten in to the first room when I noticed this girl a little anxious. About half way through she crossed her legs and said something to her mom. Her mom gave her a stern look and walked away. We finally got to the last room and by this time she was sneaking off to the corners of the room to hold herself quickly. By the last room she was holding more than not. When we finished her and her mom ran for the bathroom. By the time I got in line she was near the front and was struggling. She made it in and came out so relieved. After I peed I had to check and tried to look without being a perv. She had a small pee patch on her shorts.
    1 point
  48. I posted some pics and a short video of my latest blue wetting https://www.omorashi.org/topic/57760-holding-this-morning-then-wetting-blue-pants/
    1 point
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