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  1. Ranganath

    CURSED!! (Indian)

    It was about 3:00 when the bus pulled in to Salem. It was to be the last stop before they got back to their home city tomorrow morning. Aishwarya and Deeksha had fallen to sleep and sat slumped, their heads lolling from side to side as the bus drove into the Salem bus stop. Sanjana and Lakshmi however were still wide awake. Sanjana doubled over every so often when she felt an especially strong cramp in her stomach. Lakshmi sat beside her, holding her hand reassuringly. Whenever Sanjana thought she couldn’t hold it any more, Lakshmi would gently whisper into her ear, “ Don’t worry. You can relieve yourself as soon as we reach Salem. Don’t worry, don’t worry.” The moment the bus pulled into the station, Sanjana awkwardly wobbled out of the door. Rohit had also excused himself, for the purpose of using the bathroom. However, as he walked away from the bus and towards the bathrooms, he had something far more sinister on his mind. As Rohit recorded in his personal diary the next day: The bus driver of the SETC bus hung out of the side of the bus blowing his whistle as we entered the Salem bus stop at 3:00 AM. This was to be our third and final bus switch for the night. The bus stop was dimly lit and reeked of stale urine and decomposing garbage. I heard a few of my friends stirring awake as the bus lights came on. I grabbed a smoke and left the bus, edging my way past a restlessly rocking Sanjana. The station was utterly appalling. Garbage lay rotting in large heaps. I looked around for a place I could have my smoke. My eyes fell on the bathrooms, the gutka riddled wall from where the stench originated. I edged my way past the food sellers and into the open unisex shit yard that they called a toilet. At this time of the night there was nobody around and the bathroom looked more than a little creepy. I stood to one corner and lit my smoke, an evil twinkling glistening in my eyes. I took a deep drag, then smoothly exhaled as my heart pounded faster and faster. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what I was going to see. I took another drag off the cigarette. The sound of footsteps pattering rapidly, approaching the bathroom stirred me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. The footsteps grew louder and louder as the person running approached. Sanjana's panting was easily recognizable. Sanjana dashed into the bathroom, a frantic look plastered on her face. She scanned the filthy room up and down quickly, noticing me but in her urgency not caring, and dashed into the closest 'cubicle' (if you can call it that). From my place in the corner, I had a perfect vantage point. I took another drag. Sanjana unbuttoned her skin tight jeans and began frantically pulling them and her tight white polka-dotted panties off her thigh. The moment she had got them midway, she dropped into an awkward skewed squat over the trough below. Instantly there was a loud hissing sound as a forceful stream of urine shot into the bowl, washing off some of the brown plastered grime in its flow. But though Sanjana was squatting, emptying herself into the trough, there was no relief on her face, merely determination. Just one glimpse of her sweaty contorted face and the way she was clutching her stomach, I knew there was a much bigger problem shouting in her lower stomach. Her butt cheeks tensed several times during the coursde of her pee. Yet each time she managed to regain her composure. As her stream tapered off to a drizzle, she hurriedly pulled up her jeans and left the bathroom, buttoning them as she walked out. I followed her back to the bus with a sly smile on my lips. This was going to be an interesting bus ride !!! Sanjana soon returned to the bus and retook her seat next to Lakshmi. Lakshmi had been texting on her phone, but instantly put it down when she saw Sanjana returning. “Hey! How … how did it go?”, Lakshmi raised her eyebrow questioningly in a caring way. However, Sanjana’s silence very quickly told her that not all was okay. Lakshmi asked her if she was okay. Sanjana couldn’t help but shake her head slowly as her face tightened and the tears began to flow. In between sobs, Sanjana managed to whimper, “I went there, I squatted down, and … and I managed to pee… but nothing else.” Lakshmi looked baffled. “ What do you mean? You .. you did need to go didn’t you? Right?” Sanjana’s sobs grew slightly louder, “I do … I … I still need to. I just … couldn’t. I think … I think the witch has cursed me. I …I know for a fact that I’ll lose control almost as soon as … whatever spell this is is lifted…My belly feels like it’s going to explode” Lakshmi looked taken aback. She didn’t know what to do… or even what to say. She rubbed Sanjana’s back reassuringly as the bus took off onto the highway. It was 6:00 in the morning by the time that the group of weary travelers finally reached Chennai. They disembarked at the main bus stop, tired and filthy, but happy that their ordeal was over. For Sanjana however, the ordeal was far from over. She had not been able to empty her bowels for the last two days. She felt as if all of her waste was locked inside of her, and that whenever the key came about, it would come gushing forth in a fetid stream. She waddled painfully off the bus as her jolly classmates chatted . Aishwarya and Deeksha has been sleeping throughout much of the bus ride. They were happy and didn’t have any pressing concerns to flag their exceptionally high spirits. They got off the bus excitedly talking to each other. Deeksha invited Aishwarya over to her PG to smoke a joint with her. Aishwarya was extremely excited by the idea and instantly agreed. Deeksha was feeling bad for Lakshmi as well and subsequently invited her, Rohit, and Sanjana over as well. Sanjana turned down the offer immediately with a pained look on her face explaining that she wasn’t feeling well. Rohit also turned down the offer saying that he had a lot of work to do. So, Aishwarya, Lakshmi, and Deeksha made their way to the latter’s PG for a celebratory joint with which to mark the end of their ordeals. Sanjana meanwhile was on her way back to her hostel when Rohit approached her and tapped her on the back. “Hi … Sanjana. Don’t think I’m weird, but.. I think I know how to help you.”
  2. Ranganath

    CURSED!! (Indian)

    Ha :P I know. I'm intending to tie it back to the opening scene. That's definitely going to be happening. Don't worry. Thanks for the input.
  3. Ranganath

    CURSED!! (Indian)

    I'm writing the final chapter. I originally planned to make it more poop based. However, I've seen a lot of comments asking me to cut down on the amount of scat and to include more pee desperation. What do you feel about this? Let me know which you'd prefer or whether you want a healthy dose of both. Thanks.
  4. Ranganath

    CURSED!! (Indian)

    The humid summer air sped through the windows at a breath-taking pace as the SETC bus sped towards Coimbatore. The four girls sat huddled next to each other on the 5-seater back seat of the SETC bus as the bus rocketed down the highway. The setting sun illuminated everything in its amber glow; for just a moment everything was gold, radiating beauty. From some preliminary investigation on Deeksha’s part the girls learnt that they were about 200 kilometres away from Coimbatore, it would take them about 2 ½ hours to reach Coimbatore, though there were still a handful of stops along the way. The girls sat in silence for minutes, mentally patting themselves on the back for making it out of that forest alive. Try as they had to remain optimistic about the whole situation, they honestly doubted that they’d ever make it out. As Deeksha and the other girls sat in the back of the van breathing deeply, they were able to pause and reflect on the traumatic experiences of the past week. Days!!! Entire Days they had spent in the forest, with none of the essential provisions. And yet they had survived! For once, Aishwarya’s habit of smoking proved to be a benefit as the group found themselves able to light a fire. Rahul had taken to scouting the forest in the hours before sundown, in search of a straying animal or some local grub – they were back to hunter-gatherer stage. Last night, the night before this one, stranded and lost in the forest, Lakshmi had noticed a bright green shoot raising up from the ground beneath a tree one night as the group had been settling down to eat their modest meal of roasted rabbit and some fruit that they’d gathered from a nearby-wild apple tree. Lakshmi had insisted that the sapling closely resembled that of a wild root potato that her uncle cultivated in his farm. She insisted that the vegetable lay beneath the sapling; all that they had to do was dig. Sure enough, the hungry group rapidly unearthed the monstrosity. It had a thick purplish muddy skin and it was as large and thick as a wheel of cheese, the size of a man’s torso. With great effort the girls and Rahul extricated the gigantic root vegetable. Despite the fact that the vegetable was still muddy and un-cleaned, the hungry group was literally drooling over it as they pealed it with sharpened sticks they’d shaved to a point with Rahul’s pocket-knife. Once the gigantic potato had been peeled, the girls found a clean patch of the forest floor; Lakshmi laid her dupatta out over the ground and, sitting down, began to chop up the potato. This was long yet not necessarily tiring work; the potato was firm and whitish-yellow on the inside. Once it was done, Lakshmi placed a couple cups worth of potatoes into a water filled pot that the teenagers had flicked from the old man’s house as they fled. Slowly but surely, the potatoes boiled. As they jumped around in the sizzling water, the potato slivers emitted an appetising smell. Finally after what seemed like an eternity to the fatigued and exhausted teens, the dinner was ready. Boiled potatoes with roast rabbit and apples; it seemed to them a meal fit for a king. All of them went to sleep that night with full stomachs: filled and content. The next morning however, the group felt the effects of the strange potato. Early in the morning, Deeksha began to feel pressure in her abdomen. She got out of her tent only to find all of her group packed up and ready to leave. After at most 10 minutes the group was forced to make a stop as the pressure in their stomachs was becoming nigh unbearable for all of them. Despite the weird events that’d been happening ever since they got caught in this impenetrable forest, nothing of….. this kind…. Had transpired. Deeksha, who was still in her stuck-up and unhappy mood, was invited by Aishwarya, Lakshmi, and Sanjana as they went off to a patch of bushes, but rejected their offer squarely. As soon as they were gone however, Deeksha went behind a bush to change her pad. It was in this position that the witch had appeared and spirited Deeksha away to the distant land and the double seated porta-potty. As Deeksha had been spirited away and her sphincter tried in the stall, Aishwarya, Lakshmi and Sanjana had just found a sufficiently ‘foresty’ area in which to do their business. First and foremost, they wanted to ensure that they were out of the view of Rahul, who was still hobbling around in the clearing uncomfortably. After much awkward shuffling, peeking, standing guard, and attempting to lure Rahul away from the clearing, the three girls finally gave up and ran behind a cluster of thorny green bushes, pulling their pants down to their ankles and falling into a squat just as their bowels emptied uncontrollably onto the ground. Ew. Sanjana shuddered at the mere thought of that greatly troubling experience. At least now they were on their way home. At least this would never ever happen again. …. Or so they thought.
  5. Ranganath

    Taking Requests for Fiction

    Hello there everyone. Ive got some time to writr today (for once) so I thought Ill open myself up to some requests or suggestion. My personal favorites are anything Indian, Squat Toilet based, or historical. Im willing to try other stuff as well though. Add your requests as comments to this thread please. Thank you. Ps: No ageplay or diaper stuff. Sorry.
  6. Ranganath

    My GF Peed Jeans In Store Lot

    Amazing! This was so hot!
  7. Disclaimer: This is not my story or my film. This is based on a short film available on You Tube. I haven't posted the link or the name here, as I don't want them to get the video taken down. I've just created a story out of the film. I do NOT approve of the film or the abduction of women. I really don't want to get penalized for this post, so if there are any problems, please contact me and I'll take it down. I thought I'd share this because it's some of the best Indian content I've seen in years. Hope you enjoy it. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sukanya Reddy gasped with desperation. She had been tied to a chair in this dark unlit dungeon for what seemed like days. Her stomach grumbled incessantly at the brutal lack of toilet breaks provided. Sukanya was on the verge of tears. She had to go, and she had absolutely no idea what was going on. Her kidnappers had provided her with no information whatsoever. She had told them that she was the daughter of MLA Reddy in an attempt to scare them. However, they just laughed. Sukanya had never been so frightened. None of the kidnappers touched her inappropriately or made any passes at her. They fed her well.... almost too well. In her first hour there, they had fed her a plate of upma at gunpoint. Despite initially refusing, when they pulled a gun on her, she relented and allowed them to feed her the upma. A few hours later they brought a large cup of steaming hot chai. Sukanya could tell from the smell that it was from Charminar, her favorite place. Her kidnappers ordered her to drink it, and she had no choice but to relent and sip the chai till it was done. Through the hours that followed, Sukanya's captors fed her a large plate of chicken biriyani. As all of the meals were well spaced out, eating the food was no difficulty on Sukanya's part. Not having a place to relieve herself was. More snacks followed: A plate of chats, orange juice, rotis, and ice cream. Almost another day passed, and Sukanya remained tied up on the chair. Her stomach protested violently. She felt it gurgling as the growing pressure in her bowels found no escape route. She groaned and squirmed in her seat, determined not to soil her jeans in front of her captors. When her kidnappers came next Sukanya shouted, "My belly is bursting! Please! Let me use the bathroom." The kidnappers said nothing. They gave her a small white tablet. When Sukanya (obviously) refused to take it, they told her that if she just swallowed the pill they'd release her. Sukanya, with no choice left, swallowed the pill and tensed her bowels as the kidnapper untied her. Unfortunately, rather than leading her to the nearest bathroom, they loaded her into a car and drove into the heart of the city. In the middle of the commercial city, the car pulled over. Sukanya was dropped off and her captors sped away. Just like that, it was done. She was free. However, freedom was the last thing on Sukanya's mind. She needed to find a toilet. And now. Already she could feel her bowels striving to spew out the remains of the meals of the past few days. Her pressure was rapidly increasing - a fact that she attributed to the mysterious pill she'd been given. Sukanya raced from shop to shop, only to be turned away. There seemed to be not toilets at all! Finally, Sukanya approached a woman in a sari at a bus stop. With a grimace on her face, she asked where the nearest bathroom was. The lady told her that is was at least 10 km away. Sukanya gasped! With the effects of that pill growing stronger by the minute, there's no way she could wait till then. A sudden wave of pressure caught Sukanya off guard and she had to cross her legs to keep the tidal wave of liquid shit held back. The sari clad woman at the bus stop eyed her oddly, but Sukanya turned around and walked off. Running into a restaurant, she dashed to the toilet, only to find it locked. Sukanya ran, fighting the pressure that beset her at every step. After a minute of runnning, she found herself on a quiet road, surrounded by forests. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Sukanya dashed behind the nearest tree, and began to undo her jeans. No sooner had she got her jeans and her pink panties out of the way, a small gush of shit gushed out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the dry and crunchy brown leaves. Less than a millisecond later, a man walked up behind the tree, catching Sukanya literally with her pants down. She instantly yanked both her jeans and her underwear back up over her unwashed buttocks and her sweaty groin, and ran away, in search of a bathroom. Sukanya ran as she began to weep. She could feel a wet damp patch of a disgusting nature in the back of her panties. She could feel her sphincter failing with each step. She could feel that this was the beginning of the end. She entered a residential neighbourhood at the end of her rope. Seeing an empty car, she dashed behind it and attempted to pull down her jeans. No sooner had she fallen into a squat though, the engine revved and the car ran off. Sukanya yanked her jeans back up and wept, as she felt her panties grow ever more soiled. She fell to the ground and wept. At that point, a little girl came running up to Sukanya, a phone in her outstretched hand. Sukanya took the phone and heard the voice of her kidnappers. They gave her directions to a washroom nearby. Sukanya followed the directions and dashed into the specified house. Ignoring the kidnappers who sat in the living room, Sukanya ran straight for the bathroom, opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. She tore down her jeans and her soiled panties, sitting on the toilet a split second before a tsunami burst out of her shapely brown ass, splattering the toilet beneath her. As a river of shit poured out of her, Sukanya breathe deeply and inspected her panties. Ruined. Completely. They were soiled beyond repair. She gingerly slid her shapely brown legs out of them and left them in a small cupboard behind the toilet. At least this way she had something the police could indite these criminals for. As her bowels finished emptying themselves, she washed herself with the spray, stood up, cleaned her jeans the best she could, flushed the over-used toilet (easier said than done) and emerged angrily to confront her kidnappers. She (Telegu Short Film).mp4
  8. Could you please share it?
  9. Is this trailer still available anywhere?
  10. Sonali, my ex, had the largest bladder I've ever known. Well, this was the experience with her that really put it to the test. I've tried to make her hold her pee for me many times, but she's never come close to being really desperate. If you've ever been for an ultrasound you'll know how it works. The doctors tell you to drink as much water as you can prior to the appointment and then to come to the office. What they don't tell you is that the amount of urine your body can comfortably hold, is not enough to carry out the ultrasound. Because of this, the doctor, in this case a 27 year old Mallu aunty called Sweety, makes the person taking the ultrasound wait in the lounge for as long as possible before finally seeing them so that their bladder is sufficiently full. Anyway, this time, I was sitting in the waiting room with a full-bladdered Sonali. Sonali kept mentioning on and off how badly she needed to pee but it was in a joking manner. It wasn't serious or even urgent (as it was that time after the train ride). She just kept joking about it in good humor. After 45 minutes of sitting in that waiting room though, Sonali's patience and bladder control began to waver. She no longer joked light heartedly; rather, she crossed her legs tightly and rocked back and forth. She bit her lower lip with a determination that I'd only seen her use before for math homework. She was really in a tight fix. Sonali's tight jeans clad her bouncing legs albeit barely. I could see the urgency written on her face. At that moment, Sweety (The Mallu Doctor) appeared at the door to the room clad in her pink uniform. "Sonali Kumar?", She called out. Sonali jumped to her feet and walked/ ran towards the clinic room. As I was there with her, they allowed me inside (although Sweety was very reluctant). As soon as we entered, Sonali lay down on the cushioned (and waterproof) reclining chair that was customary of gynecologists. Sweety promptly made her open her tightly crossed legs, and unbuttoned her jeans. Sweety slid Sonali's jeans down to her upper thighs, exposing Sonali's hairy pubic region to the cold AC air of the clinic. As Sonali's 'region' was obstructed by hair, Sweety had to quickly shave it away before the ultrasound could be taken. These 30 seconds were torture for Sonali, who tensed her bladder with all her might and bit her lip so hard it turned white. As soon as the ultrasound was done, Sweety zipped up Sonali's jeans, told her she'd send the results soon, and showed her the door. Sonali dashed through the door, expecting a quiet clean and solitary bathroom where she could peacefully void the contents of her aching bladder. Alas, that wasn't so. The door Sweety had pointed to led to a common bathroom, just like the ladies bathrooms that you see in multiplexes. Apparently, the hospitals had multiple Ultrasound clinics operating but only one bathroom. As you might think to yourself, this is obviously a recipe for a soaking wet disaster. The bathroom was crammed to bursting with desperate women, jiggling back and forth from foot to foot. The sounds of gushing relief from the women that had reached the few cubicles made the long wait even more unbearable. After less than a minute Sonali decided she couldn't wait and told me to get in the car and drive home. The car ride was the most desperate car ride of Sonali's life. She sad next to me in the rider's seat frantically shaking in every concievable manner. Just by looking at her, I knew she wouldn't make it home. Sure enough, the moment we reached a stretch of the road with a foresty patch to the side, Sonali shouted at me to stop. Not wanting to test the waterproof-ness of my seats, I hastily stopped the car by the roadside. Sonali jumped out of the car and ran to the furthest edge of the shrubbery. She ran up until she reached a small wooden fence that demarcated the limits for someone else's property. In the blink of an eye, Sonali's pants and panties had been torn down and she was squatting neatly in front of the fence. As her ass faced the fence, a loud and spluttering stream of pee gushed out of the hairy mauve patch between her legs and soaked the parched ground below. Sonali's piss covered the ground. She remained hunched in that position for nearly another 5 minutes as her bladder emptied itself in a hissing torrent. When she finally got up, she was sweating with exertion. As we drove back home she told me that that was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most satisfying piss of her life.
  11. So, this happened about a year back with a friend of mine called Ankita. Ankita lived in Chennai and was from a very well off family. Anyway, on Easter, her aunt invited her to a mass at Santhome Cathedral. Santhome Cathedral is a very old Catholic church. Ankita is anything but religious, but she is very interested in history, so she said yes. She invited me along to the church with her as well and I came along gladly. We arrived at the church by 4:00 in the evening, only to find that the mass didn't begin till 5:00! We wandered around joblessly until Ankita's aunt offered to but us juice. In the stifling Chennai heat we both eagerly agreed. By the time the Church service began, Ankita was wiggling her legs and looked uncomfortable beneath her sari. She was sweating and shaking her legs a lot. Her aunt gave her a chiding slap on her right knee and told her to sit still. Ankita bit her lip and trembled. She was trying very hard not to move but eventually her bladder won the battle and she was forced to resume rocking back and forth. Her face told me that she was in real trouble. Less than half an hour into the service, Ankita couldn't hold it anymore. She raised her pinky to her aunt and bolted out of the church. I told her aunt that I'd see if she was okay and followed her suit. No sooner had I left the church, than I saw her banging frantically on the door of the outhouse behind the church. I approached her. "Ankita,. Are you.... Are you Okay?" Ankita looked at me tearfully while still trembling and yanking the door handle and shook her head, "No.. No.... I.. I'm not." At that exact moment Ankita looked down at the dusty Chennai dirt beneath her. Following her eyes I looked down too. At first I could see nothing, but then a rivulet of flowing liquid appeared running down her ankle onto the dirt. The rivulet turned into a torrent, drenching the dusty dirt beneath it, turning it into a dark brown mud. Ankita stood there, helpless, as she voided her bladder into her Sari and onto the sands of Chennai. It was the most rain Chennai had gotten in years.
  12. Ranganath

    Anyone else into male wetting?

    Are any of you fans of pictures of guys sitting on the toilet?
  13. Ranganath

    Fatima's Anguish

    This was awesome! Are you planning to continue it?
  14. Hi there everyone! Today I'll be taking any requests that you might have for a male desperation video. I'm not sure if this is the correct forum to post it in; please tell me if it's not. I'll remove it. Anyway, if you want a particular male desperation video, just tell me the details of what you want (from what I should wear, to how long it should be, to how I finally go), and let me know. I'll only be doing this for today, so please let me know at the earliest :) Nothing is off limits :)
  15. Ranganath

    Helping her use the bathroom (Indian)

    Surprisingly things weren't that awkward afterwards. I was super embarrassed and was convinced that she'd avoid me in the future, but nothing like that happened. For some reason she felt as if she was the one who should be embarrassed by the incident. As such she studiously went to great lengths to avoid ever bringing up the topic again. However, she acted as f nothing happened and till today we keep in touch :)