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pumpkin juice

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  1. I think I posted about this. Oh well, it’s an interesting point that I’d like to bring up again. Oh man — I can’t tell you how much of my teen years and before I spent thinking I was gay. Although I suppose this is normal. It’s certainly justified when your omorashi fetish “contradicts” your sexuality, right? I am a straight female. My omorashi preference I should female (I like male too I guess, but if a post is tagged as male I probably won’t click on it). It’s been this way for my whole life (I have had the fetish my entire life to some degree). I guess you can say that it’s because I associated it with myself, being more familiar with the female anatomy and whatnot, being able to “feel” and understand the desperation more. And yet, I don’t get much pleasure from my own desperation. Straight female. Likes female omo. Sexualizes women in an omo way, and men in the traditional way. What am I really sexualizing if I’m not attracted to women in a sexual or any other way? May just have to do with masturbating lol. Discuss, please!
  2. (I somehow forgot to link the post I mentioned last time, so here it is: https://omorashi.org/topic/333-the-scale-of-pee-desperation/ ) Sarah crossed her legs and leaned forward again. She really, really needed the restroom. She tried her best to make conversation without sounding awkward. "Uh, it's really unfortunate that there's turbulence. I could really go for a pee right about now." She said. "Agreed," Paris said, and Sarah was glad that her input was at least receiving some kind of positive effect. "I need to take a fucking piss!" She added, grabbing her crotch with one hand and tossing her straight blond hair over her shoulder. "Honestly! I'm have to find somewhere to go or I will piss myself." Said a girl across the aisle. Another girl asked the question that Sarah really didn't want to utter. "What to you have in mind, Kat?" "Well, there are doggy bags..." "Gross, no!" "I have pads." Said one girl, and the others murmured in agreement that they had similar items. Suddenly..."Ohh frick." Paris said, tensing up suddenly and grabbing her crotch tighter. "I'm seriously about to piss myself. Lindy, give me your coffee cup." Lindy did so obediently, obviously struggling with her own desperation. I she reached for it, Paris stood frantically and starting potty dancing comically. Not even taking off any clothes, she snatched the small cup and peed full force through her panties, which already had a small wet spot but began to get completely soaked. When the cup was getting full, she struggled a lot with stemming her stream, but eventually she did so. One hand still on her crotch, she sat back down and placed the closed coffee cup in the floor. "I'm still bursting," she admitted. "But at least I'm not leaking." Fifteen minutes passed, and there was no sign of the turbulence stopping. Paris stood up again and quickly snatched Sarah's cup, starting to place it under her. "Hey! Why are you using both?" Asked a particularly desperate girl. "She had to pee really bad even before boarding," Lindy replied. Unfortunately, that meant Sarah could not use her own cup. Unexpectly, while Paris was still peeing, there was a loud CRACK! and suddenly they were falling...falling...falling... Sarah woke up an unknown amount of time later, and her first thought was just how desperately she needed to pee. She got up quickly, saw a forest to her right, and darted toward it. Sarah's Bladder is now 16.5 "Oh! Hello!" Said a girl's voice from behind. "I'm Quenta!" Despite the randomness and the fact that she was dying to pee, Sarah responded with "Sarah..." "Hi, Sarah! I wonder how many others there are? We'll need to count, I thought i saw a few closer to the water there..." Quenta was obviously about a thousand steps ahead of Sarah at the moment. "Sorry to interrupt...but I need....the restroom..." "Oh, restroom, I suppose that's important. But also shelters, food, I think the water's clean..." "No, I'm going to go, now." "Well, if you think it's that important, I actually really need a piss so we should find a good spot." Quenta said, approaching the ocean. Against her better judgment, Sarah followed her. It took them only a minute to find a spot where it'd be sanitary. "Ok! Let's go gather some rocks to build one!" "I'm sorry Quenta, but I'm absolutely dying to pee and I'm just going to go back in the forest." "No, you can't do that of course, we don't want to contaminate the water. Or the fruits, for that matter. Trust me, I'm dying to go too, but we can't just piss anywhere." She crossed her legs as she stood. What should Sarah do?
  3. Have you gone yet? I'm not a stage you are, but I'm bursting. Maybe I should stop drinking water.
  4. Hm. I'm not sure. Maybe it's both? In any case, I should probably update: I decided cleaning my dorm was a good task, so I was doing so and I kept needing to grab my crotch and stop for a moment. I don't feel like I'm in any danger of wetting myself though. As for the expellling liquids from behind, i shouldn't be in any danger of that because I just ate and I believe that will prevent that. This may also mean that, since my belly wasn't empty, it may be more possible that it's the bloating. Now that I'm thinking about it, it must be, because it isn't small and round and I'm feeling quite sluggish. How disappointing.
  5. I think that maybe this fullness is from my stomach being bloated from the water? How do you tell the difference?
  6. Whoops! I shouldn't have let it slip! But fine, another cup it is.
  7. Larger. I actually didn't think I would be able to feel its fullness, this is practically the first time I've done something like this.
  8. Done! I actually did 25, it hurt a bit but nothing I couldn't handle. I'm getting more desperate faster than I expected, and pretty much constantly drinking water. My heel's on my crotch now.
  9. Oh dear. I can feel the size of my bladder now, which is unusual for me.
  10. Nothing interesting. I just came from track practice, so shorts and a tshirt.
  11. I'm fidgeting a lot, and crossing my legs or even holding my crotch when it gets bad. I don't not need to, but it alleviates some of the pressure. Definitely not an 11 now! I drank 1.5 pints of the 2 I think, about to have another.
  12. Ok, I'm working on it! I've now had close to 3 pints since I've gone last. I have a small bladder. :/
  13. 2 pints? I don't do this often, and for me, that's an awful lot. I'll try though, just downed a half pint and working on a second one.
  14. I'm at an 11 or so on the 20 scale, I don't know how long I will follow through, but go ahead and send me some challenges. (:
  15. (A/N: I don't use scales much, but I thought I'd try it out for this. I apologize if I'm not very good at using the 0-20. Here is a good topic I found describing the desperation levels at each number, I will try to stay true to it in order to avoid confusion. Thanks!) Lindy was beginning to drift off to sleep again, visibly fidgeting while still awake. It was then that Sarah realized how much her need to pee had in increased since drinking the coffee. 'Oh, I'm bursting,' she thought to herself, crossing her legs and leaning forward deeply. Thanfully, the people across the aisle were either sleeping or listening to music and didn't seem to notice her movements at all. Sarah was bored, and wanted to keep her mind off her aching bladder. There was no way she could get up now and get past the other two girls to the bathroom, at least not without both waking up and seeing her going. They knew she wouldn't disturb them for something like that unless she really was bursting, and Sarah came to the realization that even if both were awake, she'd be just as hesitant to pee. Maybe even more so. Yet, she had a little over an hour left. Surely, she wouldn't be able to make it through then? Sarah resolved that she would. The need had died down now, and she hadn't felt especially desperate in the last few minutes. She hoped that meant that the coffee was done affecting her. Sarah looked around the plane. Out the window, there was nothing but clouds, and she didn't have earbuds to listen to music. She wished she had asked the attendant for some disposable ones, but it didn't matter now. She didn't have anything fun with her to do, not a book or anything, everything was packed away. She sighed and reached forward to get a SkyMall magazine. Some of the items on sale were at least interesting, and she was occupied for a little while. Eventually, the plane entered some turbulence. This woke up Paris and Lindy, and both immediately showed signs of desperation. "Oh fuck, I have to piss like a racehorse," she said urgently, making to unbuckle her seatbelt while fidgeting wildly. "Im in the same boat, girl," said a younger girl across the aisle, one who must not go to Winston Academy because Sarah doesn't recognize her. "But we can't go," continued Lindy. "There's turbulence." "No, no. I absolutely can't hold it, not even for another five seconds. I had to go really bad before we boarded remember? But you thought there wasn't time." She dug both hands into her crotch, willingly giving up her dignity. "And there wasn't! You have to wait until the turbulence is over." Almost on cue, the attendant came over the speaker. "I apologize, but the turbulence is expected to continue for the next 20 minutes." She said. The girls, of course, protested. "Fuck no. I'm actually going to piss myself." Paris said loudly. "I'm sorry miss," the attendant said, not on the speaker of course, "You must stay in your seats." Paris was able to unbuckle her seatbelt without anyone noticing, as did many others. Sarah was getting more and more desperate now. 'At least there's only 45 minutes left. I can hold it until then, right?' She thought. Sarah's Bladder is now 13.5 What should Sarah do? (Remember, talking to other girls can make this story more interesting.)
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