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  1. Woah, must have been cool... I hope that lady is ok though, people dont always just. Do that. How long was the skirt?
  2. It was a warm Saturday night. Kylie and their partner, Emilia, have been hanging out together at a bar, a nice little lesbian bar closer to the middle of town. Tonight was date night, and though going out in fancy outfits to a snooty restaurant is always nice, sometimes it's b versa, etter to keep things casual, just lounge around, get a little buzzed, and appreciate your girlfriend's beauty. O, the simpler things in life. It's currently 8:19, though, and Kylie's gotta get home before it gets too dark. They were always a bit more responsible than Emilia, who they had to keep from getting more than, like, four drinks. She's skinny, short, and can hardly hold her liquor, a stark contrast to Kylie's warm yet burly, classy butch aesthetic, They came to the bar in a nice set of dress pants and a semiformal white blouse,, while Kylie dressed to be sexy, with a bodycon black and red high-waisted skirt over a rose bodysuit. Cute, "hey, Em, we gotta head out now. it's dark, and we gotta walk..." Emilia whines and pushes he rself up, her legs trembling a tiny bit... exactly as planned. The fun wouldn't end after they left the bar, you see... they had a secret. A secret they would never spill, encoded by their jewelry... You see, Emilia, craftly like she is, thought of a system to communicate with Kylie, and vice versa, over this obsession. They would each wear color-coded jewelry, Emilia a pair of earrings, and Kylie a bracelet. Red meant not to interact with the obsession, and white communicated ambivalence, but yellow was the most fun... When either Kylie or Emilia wore yellow jewelry, it was a clear sign to the other: please fill my bladder, make me struggle to contain it all, make my warm piss press against me with its weight, fighting to escape... And today, both Kylie and Emilia wore their nectar-colored blissful jewels. Tonight would be fun. Kylie, with Emilia in tow, begins to make their way out as Emilia protests. "But kylie... i need to piss" she softly coos, prompting a chuckle from Kylie. "I'm sorry, honey... but I know" they seductively whisper, making Emilia's heart stop with arousal. Before the date, Kylie ensured that neither of them would visit a toilet with their little games, and it's worked wonders for both of them The pair begins to walk down the sidewalk, through the nightly city. Emilia's large bladder throbs,causing a fun little roundness to appear over her lower belly. Kylie always though that tummy- bladder bulge combo was so cute... Kylie's own bladder pulses, pushing against her crotch, making her force tightness in. They didn't know if they would make it to a toilet, but... who cares? As far as Emilia's concerned, her bodysuit is a sexy toilet she can't remove, but the pressure is so satisfying she could never let loose now, her pee exerting a beautiful force, stimulating her vulva. Emilia leans over, raising her lip to Kylie's ear as she whispers: "i've been holding so much my blad pantsder is the size of a cantaloupe..." she says, patting her bulge, as she gives a kiss under Kylie's ear., making their heart skip a beat. In response, Kylie smiles and replies, whispering "you're not gonna pee... i won't let you." Kylie quickly checks for eavesdroppers before grabbing at their crotch, physically holding, stroking themself in the process... They shudder. Emilia whispers again... "i don't want to make it... it's so blissful i'll spill." "how would you like it if you spilled now..?" Kylie gives Emilia a poke on the bladder. "i would die cause it would be so sexy, kylie, to piss myself all over you..." After thirty blissfully torturous minutes, the pair arrive at their apartment... but not before Kylie intentionally fuddles the keys just to mess with Emilia. Once inside, they no longer have to hide anything, as Kylie seductively pins Emilia to the wall, their hands on her hips, lowering her skirt. "hey em, time's up for your bladder... " she says, planting seductive kisses. "i'll make you piss that bodysuit, it's gonna feel heavenly..." they coo. "i know... she replies, smirking, before speaking a reply Kylie would never forget: "and so are you." Kylie, confused, looks around the room... before they realize. Emilia, crafty like she is, was able to padlock the bathroom door. "and i'm not telling you where the key is until your big sexy ass is soaking wet." Emilia whispers, causing a chuckle from Kylie. "I wouldn't have it any other way" they say, asthey reach a hand down to Emilia's lips and stroke them, and jostle them, and they stick a finger under the bodysuit and fuck Emilia, their own bladder throbbing, until eventually, Emilia gasps, and her warm piss spills forth, pooling over the floor, launching out in large spurts running down Kylie's leg, for a full minute and a half, before things slow. And then, Kylie, their bladder about to burst, already leaking from arousal, pushes Emilia down onto a chair as she's still pissing, and just then Emilia's vision focuses on a large spurt of piss escaping from Kylie's own bladder into their pants, mostly puncturing through their crotch, streams running down their thighs, Kylie having absolutely shattered... and no more than half a second later, they shove their pelvis forward into Emilia, spilling piss all over the chair and onto Emilia, and they straddle as Kylie shoves their finger further up into Emilia, until she gasps and has an intense orgasm, all energy draining from her body... And Kylie isn't done peeing yet, warm piss continuing to flow... They eventually stand up, panting. "so... they say, swerving around to show off their plentiful ass in their pissy dress pants. "i hope my big sexy ass looks juicy when soaking wet..." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading! now i wrote this while desperate and i gotta pee idk what else i was gonna put here
  3. Writing people with full bladders... with a full bladder :3
  4. Okay, fine, I'll give a final word because I'm sick of this shit and then just move on and hope this gets silenced or something. Slovenc, are you trying to tell me that, actually, i don't experience transphobia? youre trying to tell me that the fact that the Supreme Court is having a discussion RIGHT NOW on whether or not its ok for people to fire me JUST because i'm trans ISN'T actually transphobia? are you trying to tell me that trans people have a higher suicide rate in high school because of the constant harassment we recieve from cishet society is ACTUALLY just because all trans people just HAPPEN to also be dicks? Are you saying the fact that there is a person following me RIGHT NOW because he fetishizes "tr*ps" ISN'T transphobia, it's actually """"respectful admiration of my body""""? are you really gonna go down that route? piddly, are YOU going down that same route? Cishet patriarchical society is, as of this very moment, campaigning to make people like ME vanish off the face of the earth at all costs. People like ME are murdered every day because hating trans people is seen as a legitimate reason for murder under the name of the law. People like you are the ones who murder us, rape us, fetishize us, and dehumanize us on a daily basis and yet you have the sheer BALLS to come into the LGBTQ+ club and tell someone who admitted that they are SCARED of this world that she's not allowed to be angry or uncomfortable when these SAME people jack off to tr*p hentai I'm done here. Feel free to say what you want, but at this point, I can't handle this anymore. By the way, thank you Kitty Nikki, for standing up for me. and also, Piddle, i know this isn't likely to happen since you stated you don't really prefer labels on yourself, but don't take this as an invalidation of your asexuality.
  5. Eugh... I guess I should have clarified all this more before I posted anything. I don't have any inherent issue with straight men, and don't mean to marginalize anyone. But the thing is, even if i DID want to marginalize straight men, i wouldnt be able to no matter how hard i tried. I'm sorry, i won't get too political on main here, but like... there is nothing i could do to straight men to harm all of them at a societal level than is being done to me and other LGBTQA+ people right now. Of course, since, yeah, straight men DO outweigh everyone else here, the common discourse isn't going to massively include the LGBTQA+ experience, but to put it in simple terms... people think homophobia and transphobia are "over", but they're really not at all, not even close. This results in factoids like that trans women of color have a life expectancy comparable to the average population of Medieval Europe. So I guess it's just... it's not an issue of just straight men who happen to be assholes, it's an issue that is instilled deep into pretty much everyone's brains, and frankly it can be seriously difficult to scrub out the toxicity behind heteronormativity and cisnormativity, even for fellow LGBTQ+ people. I'm sorry this is so poorly worded, but basically, because of all this, it's not that i don't like straight men getting off to me because i'm not INTO straight men, it's that i don't like straight CIS men getting off to me because it makes me feel unsafe, regardless of their level of allyship. So, yeah. Also, sorry about not responding for so long, it's just that i kind of went through a non-horny phase for a while and stopped checking here because of how aggressively horny it is here.
  6. You wake up in throw-rug sized puddles? Am I imagining throw rugs right? I'm used to them being absolutely massive... idk. I actually have omo dreams quite a lot, but they're a little more... unconventional. They don't usually involve me searching for a bathroom, rather just some random people peeing wherever, and it's usually only a small part. I remember I had a dream once about this girl in a lolita dress just peeing in her seat right there, for whatever reason. It wasn't even that much of a traditional "wet dream" that people have... i actually never get those. Actually, here's another one, that resulted from me actually having to pee in the middle of the night as a younger kid. I remember I was in this crowd, and for some reason I was Freeze Man, the character from Mega Man. And I had this pain, that i never actually realized was needing to pee until it woke me up. That one wasn't horny at all, it was just bizarre.
  7. Hey, so I just wanted to ask this out of curiosity... am I the only one who feels uncomfortable posting here, when I know there are people who aren't LGBTQ+ watching? Like, I dunno, it's honestly straight men in particular, I'm not so bad with straight women. I dunno, I'm just asking because I wanted to do a public hold but I... feel hesitant posting because of that. Does anyone else get that experience?
  8. I did know a few people like that. A current partner of mine, who is just like a... we don't have the most serious relationship, but still, we do still flirt a lot. Anyways, they're like... one of the kinkiest people I've ever met. They're not always into pee, but they're always into SOMETHING, and honestly i USUALLY don't know what it is. Which sucks, because theyre hot and i want to be able to please them ;-;
  9. So I've had this story idea trapped in my head for weeks and i really need to get it out so like. this is my first omo fanfiction so please be nice aaaa ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- May 14, Sunday, 12:51 PM. Cassandra's eyes flutter open, and her consciousness takes in the scenery of her dorm room, her presence on the planet. The memory of her dream drifts away like sand, and the lonesome girl lies there, putting off the need to get out of bed. It's been a long week for Cassandra. The 19-year old part-time retail worker is normally quite social and peppy, but has been overworked the past week, having to work six eight-hour shifts the past week, as opposed to the usual three. Yesterday, on Saturday, she spent the eight hours groggily sifting through grocery items and using up all of her mental energy counting change. The moment she arrived back at her dorm that day, she basically conked out on the spot. The relief of finally getting to sleep in was overwhelming, but it's not all Cassandra had planned for her Sunday. See, Cassandra's roommate has been gone for the weekend, to see their parents. In addition, they have no homework they need to worry about now (besides an essay due at the end of the week but let's not think about that kay?), which is the perfect opportunity to... take some time for herself. De-stress. Focus on... something else. for example... Even before today she had been setting this up. That Saturday, she set a rule for herself, a simple rule. That rule was that she only got to empty her bladder once. That one opportunity she got was intended for her to be able to get through her sluggish work session without the extra fork of having to focus on something else AND her pee; Something she would normally be able to handle, but still, that was her sixth work day that week. As such, by letting go of her bladder at about the two-hour mark, and by spending the last few hours of work making sure to stay extra hydrated... the young woman woke up carrying urine from over twenty-four hours ago. It did not take long for her to remember this. As such, Cassandra slid out of bed with an incredible pressure, a glorious weight, pressing hard against her urethra. When her feet hit the floor, she could feel the large balloon she was pressing back send shock waves of bliss throughout her pelvis, a feeling that led to a quiet moan escaping. Once again; utter bliss, but it's not gonna last long. She has her exact record set at twenty-five hours and twelve minutes before completely losing control, a time she has yet to beat. Today, however, she decides that she's gonna commit to doing so, and in an extra special and particularly daring way. The first thirty minutes are spent dolling up. Cassandra is quite a beautiful young woman, with a striking figure; She has powerful hips and thighs, and being a bit of an exhibitionist, she loves to let them sway as she walks to catch eyes (when she's actually feeling decent). Plus, her breasts are D-cuppers, which she is proud of. However, she isn't just a butt and a pair of titties tied together with sticks, either: she has a bit of stomach, of course, but she is also quite strong; she doesn't have muscles ripping through like a bodybuilder, because that's... well, unrealistic and unhealthy, but it's clear that she's not a weakling if you take a look at her biceps; and, of course, her sphincter muscles. Cassandra spends the time putting on her makeup- a blissfully torturous affair, having to hold back from bouncing in order to get the wings right and such. Twenty minutes pass while she does this. The remaining ten minutes are spent on deciding an outfit. Since it's hot she decided on a sunhat, but the other two choices are far more important. The first was a pair of high heels, which are infamous for making it much harder to hold the weight of an aching bladder... but even more importantly is her jumpsuit. Cassandra chose to wear an incredibly alluring green jumpsuit: it's backless, going down low enough to almost expose the curves of her butt; it is completely form-fitting, leaving nothing to the imagination; but most importantly of all, she's wearing it without underwear. No bra, no panties, no nothing. It's just the jumpsuit between her and the world. And there's no getting out of it. No pulling it out of the way to pee, no taking it off as she would expose herself... and an incredible, wonderful pressure it exerts. This is how she goes out into the world. Water bottle and purse in hand, Cassandra carries the weight of her bladder out of her dorm and down the hall, holding on tight, feeling its intense jiggle as hops down the stairs. She doesn't want to be too conspicuous with the actual people at her college, but once she gets outside and gets off campus property, she lets her fullness show. As she walks, she openly holds tight on her crotch, crossing her legs, bending down... yet, the whole time, she has on an air of confidence, leading with her pelvis when she can, letting her bulge be prominent... and, very occasionally, letting drops loose. Just a few, not enough to reach a full spurt... at first. About another twenty minutes have passed since she left, and she has arrived at the park. Cassandra takes a big gulp of her water bottle and peeks at her watch... It is 1:46. Twenty-five hours and sixteen minutes since her sphincter muscles have had the ecstasy of letting hot pee gush past them... twenty-five hours of holding the liquid of bliss inside a balloon superior in size to a cantaloupe. Cassandra chose this park for a few very particular reasons: it's popular, so there are spectators; it's far from home, so there's no possibility of being able to head back to pee, or get spotted by her friends at college; but most importantly of all, it has no toilets. Nowhere to drop the massive amount of pee Cassandra holds inside her pelvis, nowhere but the seat of her own jumpsuit, and nowhere to hide to do so... she smiles at the thought. At this point, Cassandra's crotch has a decently dark stain, but it's only visible from up close. She wants to change this... she opens her legs, right there, puts her hands over her crotch, and lets it slip out... the feeling is of incredible bliss and naughiness, knowing that everyone can see... she sighs to herself lightly... but then, three seconds later, she cuts it off with an incredible bout of force. the stream sputters to a stop after about two seconds of deceleration, and her crotch and inner thighs are noticeably stained and wonderfully warm. At this point, Cassandra is painfully horny, and simply wishes to let it all out right there... but she doesn't. Instead, Cassandra goes for a walk. she isn't holding on tight, though... enough that a drop gets released every few seconds or so, at least at first... she lets her hips sway, lets the weight of her bulging bladder exacerbate her momentum, lets the shockwaves of intense desperation course through her as her bladder bounces with every step. She knows people are watching, there's a woman over there, resting on a bench with a book... about Cassandra's age, and no less hot. She knows she's staring, watching her hips sway like a pendulum, her crotch and inner thighs grow increasingly darker as pee drips down, leaving elegant, naughty strokes of dark paint. She knows the look in her eyes, she knows that she's... intrigued. Cassandra knows this because she gives people that look all the time. It's a look of a subtle twinge inside one's heart, a subtle yet unmistakeable twinge. It's been seven minutes, and Cassandra's inner thighs are deeply wet... and yet, her bladder still aches, pulses with intensity, with ecstasy. The trail of pee that follows behind her has gotten increasingly dark and wide, and a few drops of bliss escape every second. Cassandra passes a wink and a smile to her audience, who now carries her full attention... while Cassandra begins to lower her pelvis towards the ground. Eventually, she is squatting there, one eye on the girl with the book, rear pointed off to the side, where she can get the perfect view... as the flood loosens, and finally falls. Cassandra's head falls back in ecstasy as the glorious pressure and weight finally falls from her pelvis, soaking the crotch of her inescapable jumpsuit. It falls down, sprinkling along the seam right between her buttcheeks, as she quivers lightly. The sprinkle of Cassandra's pee against her crotch, adhering it to the material of her jumpsuit, creates an utterly marvelous and powerful feeling. She holds her crotch and gives herself a light but incredible stroke of pressure as her steaming urine gushes out of her, as she gives a glance back towards the girl on the bench... a deep blush is shared between them. But then... suddenly, she raises her hands and makes some motions. it takes some effort to make out, but Cassandra is able to tell... it's sign language. The girl on the bench is signing her phone number. As she is interested in language and wishes to communicate with all sorts of people, even across barriers, Cassandra actually knows sign language. she passes a thumbs up, and commits her number to memory, as she signs her own number back, with a wink. One minute into Cassandra's stream, and it's still going strong. Her jumpsuit is soaking wet at the crotch, and pee continues to flow forth, but she wants to put on a show from all angles. As such, with a bit of effort, she stands up and faces directly away from the girl on the bench as she lets her hair fall back and strokes her fingers over her stream, across the fabric of her jumpsuit. Pee continues to gush forth, through her clothes, through her fingers, as it bursts down and soaks every inch of the inside of her pants, staining it all dark. It dribbles down and contributes more and more to the large puddle sitting there at the sidewalk, as her audience watches in awe. Cassandra sighs as the warmth of her pee hugs and wraps around her thighs, and as more and more of the blissful liquid gushes out. Eventually, finally, at the two-minute mark, Cassandra's stream slows to just a few drops. Her bladder is empty, her pantsuit soaked, her mind bursting with eroticism. She strokes a finger across the wet material over her crotch, before turning around and giving the girl on the bench one last wink.. With that, she begins the trek home, smiling to herself as she takes in the eyes of all those who saw her in her pantsuit, the one that had its most erotic parts stroked with pee. Fifteen minutes later, she arrived back at her college, and is able to sneak back into her dorm. It's exciting trying to get the door open while standing there with your hot butt sticking out, covered in piss... she hurries into her dorm before immediately beginning to stroke herself, masturbating directly through the now-cold fabric of her skintight jumpsuit. A powerful orgasm builds up under her hands, before eventually, with a deep moan, it bursts forth, sending shock waves of primal pleasure throughout Cassandra's body. Now, she simply stands there. Tired, horny, wrapped up in a skintight jumpsuit. She peels it off to hop in the shower, coming out refreshed and tired. She checks her phone, and decides to dial something onto her phone. The person on the other side calls back after a few rings. "Hey. Are you the woman in the green pantsuit at the park?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading!!! if you want to know, i actually do have a picture of the jumpsuit cassandra wore, or at least a very similar one. I found it on a niche and.... frankly, very very horny fashion site. here it is: https://www.gitionline.com/products/copy-of-neon-spots-jumpsuit?utm_source=criteo&utm_medium=display&utm_campaign=lowerfunnel
  10. 1, then 2, then 3. 1 is first because honestly, it's the only real option, but i'd have fun with it anyways. I wouldn't pick 2 mostly just because i'm shy, but i could absolutely NEVER pick 3. Would you rather: 1: Be desperate to pee while you're at your house with your family, and you can't use the bathroom. 2: Be desperate to pee while alone, but stuck on an elevator so it's a tight space with basically nothing in it.
  11. Honestly? I would rather pick 1. I'm kind of scared of elavators, so if I just pee my pants in an elevator full of people, that still assumes it'll safely reach the floor in question and I'll be able to get out and not be trapped in a tiny space. For the next choice, let's set something up. Say you have to sit somewhere for a while, say in a train seat. Would you rather: 1: Pee through thin underwear, thus sitting in a loose puddle of pee during your trip 2: Pee through something like sweatpants, such that most of it is absorbed, but you can still feel it there and it's still visible to the other people
  12. Ok, so I typed this up early, so I guess i ended up breaking form >u< If you're just gonna ask us to be bold, might as well go all the way and pee standing up in light blue skinny jeans that said, i think the look of peeing sitting down through jeans is really cute, so I think I'll go with #1. (also is it possible to turn off auto emotes?) Gonna respond to the next one and then post the choice i'm desperately trying to think of.
  13. I have to be honest, it would surprise me if there were more trans people openly into omo than cis people, thanks to the idea of bottom dysphoria. I love to pee my pants but i usually don't, even when it seems like it could be fun, because of bottom dysphoria (ok among other things but it's a factor). But then again, I'm not really sure? I'm honestly not into age play, like at all, even though in terms of maturity im basically still a child, thanks to being trans and due to a lot of trauma Maybe i'm just a scene kid or something. The other thing that bothers me is that it feels strange that someone who is able to potty train themselves comfortably and have accidents and such would not want to later in life, that doesn't make sense to me. Well, it does, but the part that bothers me is that they would satiate their wetting desires or something? iunno.
  14. I'd just pee my pants! I've been told it's kind of fun to do so (though actually. i my muscles are weird so i need to be like. completely still or i just end up holding it? idk really) I have to be honest, I was tempted to do a silly one and make a choice based off of the "eggman pisses on the moon" meme, but I decided against it besides something really boring. So instead, would you rather: 1: Only be able to pee when your crush is actively watching 2: Only be able to pee with no cover. No bushes or walls around, it can only be in open fields.
  15. Option 1. Occasionally I have days where my kidneys work on overdrive and I have to pee four or five times a day, but usually I'm fine. 1. You can never pee (without your pants/skirt/etc on) in the same place twice. You can pee your pants anywhere. (and if you're wearing a skirt you have to pee through the fabric... i think... that's kind of a grey area actually please just dont ask it's like 1 AM for me) 2. You can only ever pee in one spot, and you have to be able to carry it with you. (So something like a lucky bottle you can take with you)
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