Jack Globus

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    Bathroom Control
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  1. Jack Globus

    Very Short Stories - A Forum Game

    My stories presented here carry an F or an M designation, meaning it focuses on either female or male characters. Each story has a title, and these titles are not counted in the final word count (since there was nothing in the rules about such things, and such a loophole ought to be abused). The first grouping are all pee-related, the second are all poo-related. Hope you enjoy! Pee: Emergency Landing (F, 52 words, 280 characters) She knew she wouldn't reach a toilet in time as she runs into the aptly-named emergency stairwell. Squatting, she barely gets her skirt hiked up before she starts peeing hard as a horse straight through her panties. Her puddle covers the landing. No one ever figures out it was her. Letter of the Law (F, 49 words, 280 characters) The sign read: BATHROOM OUT OF ORDER PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW "Oh, fuckitall!" she roared. Her hands trembled as she yanked her already-moist pants down to her calves, bent to a half-squat with her tattooed ass against the wall, and, groaning loud, used the floor below as she pleased. Authoritarian (F, 51 words, 280 characters) Kim's heavy fuckoff boots clomped in the gay bar's men's room. She thundered up to an open urinal, unbuckling her camo pants as she came. The guy next to Kim gawked, but one fuckoff glance from her stopped him. Kim peed for a whole minute, then, urinal unflushed, tromped back out. Safety Net (F, 56 words, 280 characters) Her end came sitting in traffic, whimpering, holding in her ocean, until: “I c-, I can’t-!” Her wet face boiling beet-red at the tide jetting out of control into her jeans, soaking her from the cleft of her ass down to her feet. The shower curtain saved her car seat. As was her plan. The Princess of Tides (F, 54 words, 280 characters) He watched her walk down the beach. Clad in a white bikini, she cut a Grace Jones-like figure, sharp and black. Passing him, he saw wetness flow from her crotch on down her legs and feet, and jolted as he realized what she was doing. She paused, meeting his gaze, and winked at him. Dutiful Boyfriend (M, 24 words, 140 characters) God, he thought, squirming, his thighs locked together, I can't wet myself. She'll never let me borrow her panties again. He made it. Barely. Job Well Done (M, 52 words, 280 characters) Kyle led his boyfriend Olly in by the hand. Olly, face red and shorts sopping dark, felt himself harden as Kyle's lips met his own. "You did so well today, hon," Kyle whispered. "You are the hottest man on this planet." Olly, legs slick with his own pee, smiled through his blushing. It All Adds Up (M, 54 words, 280 characters) Zero toilet breaks. One 3-hour final exam. One summer heat wave. Dex drinks one litre of water. Dex takes 170 minutes to complete his test. Dex does not count his steps as he sprints up two flights of stairs. Dex floods his pants just outside a toilet stall, in front of six other guys. Poo: In the Dirt (F, 24 words, 140 characters) Sweating and landscaping as hard as the men, she ignores the deepening weight of her brown soil. Inside her truck, she fertilizes her jeans. Student Observer (F, 51 words, 280 characters) The rank stench of the fart made people in the class groan and giggle until the teacher quieted them. Looking around, Latoya noticed her classmate Jen, a short chubby girl, now with a red face and her sizeable rump tense and clenched. The lesson was dull. Seeing Jen squirm was not. Stress Relief (F, 52 words, 280 characters) Feeling like shit, she shits herself. After a day of fuckin' everybody being dicks, she sits on an office toilet, pants down, panties up. Her anxiety blurts from her asshole, spilling over the waistband and out of the leg holes in a riot of noises. The warmth on her bum soothes her. Disobedient (F, 27 words, 140 characters) The "rule" was, do not poop at school. Mia keeps clenching and farting, never asking to go. Mia breaks that rule in gym, while climbing a rope. Obedient (M, 25 words, 140 characters) The "rule" was, do not poop at school. Eli keeps fidgeting, pressing his ass into his seat. Eli follows that rule, pooping himself going home. It All Adds Up (M, 50 words, 280 characters) Zero toilet breaks. One 3-hour final exam. One cafeteria breakfast. One 2-day bout of constipation. Dex starts needing to go 30 minutes in. Dex writes 12 pages over those 3 hours. Dex can't stop farting in the last ten minutes. Dex loudly fills his pants, in front of 12 classmates.
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    University desperation

    Ben and Jane.
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    Holding a guy's penis while they pee

    I'd be thrilled to have someone hold my penis while I peed. Either a woman, or a man. I'd also be thrilled to hold someone else's penis while they peed, too.
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    How desperate do you get before you tell someone else?

    I'd be more inclined to ask to use the bathroom sooner if I'm with family or close friends. That said, even among strangers, I don't wait all that long before asking for a toilet. At worst, it would be at a middling level of bladder fullness. I'd feel the need myself, but it would not yet be readily apparent to anyone else. Asking a stranger for a toilet is something I would never have done in my childhood. Over the years, though, I've read enough stories on websites like Toiletstool.com to know that, however embarrassing it is to make your need known, it's much more preferable to the humiliation of soaking your pants in public.
  5. Garrus Vakarian and Thane Krios (Mass Effect series) Simon "Ghost" Riley (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II) Boba Fett and Bossk (Star Wars) The Doom Slayer (Doom 2016) Mr. 47 (Hitman series) Vito Scaletta (Mafia II)
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    uwu?

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    Boobs or Butts?

    Everything from the waist down. Hips, butt, penis + testicles/vulva, thighs, calves, feet. It's all good.
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    What do Omorashi lovers think of regular peeing?

    Regular peeing can be arousing for me. As much as I like desperation and/or wetting, normal relief is also fun to behold. There's just nothing quite like the timeless sound of a urine stream pattering into the waiting toilet water.
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    Rise of Messing Content?

    A mandatory tagging system, coupled with a means of blacklisting tagged content that one does not wish to see, strikes me as the optimal solution. I recall the mods saying on a few occasions that there will not be a specific messing section added to the site. The next best thing, then, is to work within, and renovate, the current system, to ensure that such content is visible only to those who genuinely desire to see it. That being said, as a technological simpleton, I have no actual idea how difficult it would be to implement such a tagging and blacklist system. Nonetheless, it is worth attempting. As the site's user base continues to grow, it's likely a matter of time before more people start producing more messing content, which will inevitably lead to more kvetching about it. Best to nip that in the bud sooner rather than later.
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    everyones sexuality

    Bisexual. Cisgender male, as well, for the sake of full disclosure. Fun facts: I self-identified as gay from my late teens through my twenties. As my attraction in women grew in importance, I moved from using gay to using queer. Within the last few years, though, I've found bisexual to be the most precise and necessary term to describe myself. In short: Men are hot. Also, women are pretty hot, too. I wish someone had told me sooner.
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    Faust's Fateful Occurrences Interactive

    Both 4 and 5. If, during the course of attempting to pull her into your seat, an “accidental” pressing of the stomach (#2) occurs, so much the better.
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    If you were stuck in a major traffic jam..

    So, for the three options: * get out and pee next to the car, regardless of everyone being able to see you? * give in to the inevitable and wait until you wet your pants? * attempt to pee into a narrow necked water bottle ( the only receptacle in the car! As a fantasy, the first one sounds really hot. Stumbling out of my vehicle all sweaty and squirmy, bored eyes turning to me as I fumble with my belt and jerk down my zipper and tug down the front of my jeans and boxers, before finally giving the rest of the drivers halted around me a great and long-lasting yellow show. Yeah, hot. In reality, embarrassment and pee-shyness would make such an action all but impossible for me to carry out. So, in the end, it is merely a nice thought. The third option would depend less on the width of the water bottle's neck and more on how much the bottle could hold. My bladder is towards the large end of the spectrum. If it were only a matter of a few short moments before I started to pee out of control, I would know to a certainty that a huge amount of liquid would be about to burst forth. If the bottle in this scenario were of a similarly high volume, then I would make the attempt to pee into it to the best of my ability. If the bottle is some rinky-dink 500 ml Poland Spring bottle, then I wouldn't bother, as it would surely overflow and spill pee everywhere. So, then, option two is my final answer. I'd hope I would have something in the car, a raincoat or towel or something similar, that I could place under myself before the dam bursts. Regardless, it would then boil down to either: Trying to hold out for the longest time possible, and doing my best to enjoy the situation, before helplessly losing it all. or Leaning back in my seat, thinking of England, and then willingly surrendering the last scraps of my control and flooding myself. From that second option, either of those outcomes would be a relief (and a win for me).