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JungleMoon

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    Bathroom Control
    Hyper wetting
    Watersports
    Pleasure control
    Stomach bulging

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  1. Ask and ye shall receive! Sorry, updates will come in rather sporatically as I have a job with a really weird schedule. Reviews keep me motivated to continue though! As always, if there is something you wish to see in the story, let me know. I don't have anything overly planned with this story, so I can easily work in reader requests. Enjoy! Chapter 4 The spells were a damned miracle in Harry’s eyes. Walking out of the Hospital Wing, he sighed with relief as he knew he could make it back up to the dorms without needing to run to the toilet. He never thought he woul
  2. Only 600ml that I could catch, unfortunately. This does not include the leaks (obviously) or the dribbles that escaped into the toilet. Or the fact I had to pee again immediately after having dumped the first lot. Probably peed out an additional 100ml. So rough guesstimate of 700ml total. I was hoping for a liter, but I gotta say I’m rather happy with this amount.
  3. I do long holds regularly, however these are not generally for my own pleasure. I do occasionally leak while doing these, but I've never gotten to the point of full on wetting. Your question did make me curious as to what my holding capacity is.... so I know what I'm doing tonight!
  4. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) my bladder has gotten weaker with age. The good thing is it leads to more desperation, which is a major kink of mine, but I can't hold the same capacity that I once did. So yay, but also boo. To finish the story, it was like breaking the seal. I had to pee so bad every hour for the rest of the day and had to go twice during lunch. Like I said, chasing that high ever since.
  5. That's how I got introduced to omo. Honestly, I think reading turns me on more than watching a video because I can let my brain imagine whatever the hell it wants to.
  6. That is incredible! Quite the bladder you got there!
  7. My parents have always been very strict on what I ate, how much skin I was showing, where I went, etc. Their biggest thing, food/drink wise, was that we weren't allowed to drink soda or anything with high fructose corn syrup. Water, milk, no-sugar-added juice: all that was fine. But god forbid you ask for a soda at a restaurant. Needless to say, when I got into high school, I became obsessed with figuring out what my favorite kind of soda was. I would work out at a near by barn for cash (my parents thought I was doing it voluntarily), hide the cash when I got home, then take it with me to
  8. Fantastic! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this! I'm so glad I meandered into the challenge post and found this!
  9. Chapter 3 Harry was right in his assumption that he would need to go several times on the walk down to the Hospital Wing. He needed to go not once, not twice, but three times on the walk down, and still he felt the urge to pee as soon as they entered the Hospital Wing. It hadn’t been entirely necessary for him to go that many times, but every time they came upon a loo, he decided to take advantage of the situation. And his bladder thanked him dearly for it as he noticed it was beginning to become rather sore from holding for so long. “I’ll be right back,” Harry said, rushing f
  10. I'm glad you are enjoying this! I thoroughly enjoy reading reviews. I have some ideas for how I want this story to go, but if there is anything in particular that you would like to see in this, just let me know! In the mean time, enjoy! ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter Two Harry woke the next morning feeling completely unrested. He had had a rough night. He had needed to get up and use the loo at least three times throughout the night and each time he felt as though he wouldn’t make it. O
  11. This is a story I've had mulling about in my brain for a while in various iterations. This first chapter is just to set the scene, so not much desperation here. The rest of the story..... well, the tags say it all. Hope you all enjoy! Chapter 1 'Why won't this damn potion thicken up?' Harry thought, stirring his cauldron slowly. 'I followed all of the directions exactly as Snape wrote on the board!' Sweating slightly, he looked at Hermione's potion next to him. It was the exact same color, though her's had thickened to the consistency of ketchup while his was still as runn
  12. Yes. Absolutely yes. Especially if it's well written. I would devour that story in a heart beat. Please. Please make it happen. You could turn the entirety of Hogwarts into an omo school and I'd read it, or just focus on one character. Don't really care. Harry Potter omo is just.... the best genre ever.
  13. For the past 13 weeks I've been working a job 7 hours away from where I live. I drive up to work, stay there for 8 days, then drive home, repeat that 8 days later. Those long drives have lead to some rather interesting experiences (mostly driving in some really really terrible weather). However, I have come up with a rather... ingenious... plan to help keep myself awake. Drink plenty of caffeine and plenty of water then make lots of little stops along the way. This all went according to plan up until about a week ago. See, we just changed seasons from Winter to "Road Construc
  14. Sorry about the delay on the third part. Real life is a bitch sometimes. However I did end up with a good story out of some of the BS I've been dealing with. --------------------- Journalism, unlike English, had gone off without a hitch. No random bathroom breaks. No desperation. No wet panties. Just plain, normal, boring journalism. Tiffany almost wished that her bladder had decided to spasm during that class. They hadn’t started working on the yearbook yet, or at least very earnestly. The only person who really even remotely gave a damn about the topic was
  15. Sorry guys, this chapter is going to be a bit more wordy. Hang in there. Tiffany groaned as she rolled over in bed. All of her joints were slightly stiff and achy, but that wasn’t her real problem. No, her real problem was that her bladder was constantly waking her up. It had been 3 days since her detention with Mr. Yancy and things with her bladder were continuing to get worse. A good night’s sleep was a thing of the past. School was becoming a logistical nightmare. If things continued down this route, well, Tiffany knew what she would have to do. All of the old ladi
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