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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to M_F in Desperate Girls In Tv Shows   
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    Jane Hall episode 3 1:10 Woman bus driver is desperate without a toilet break.........ends up peeing in a cup on the bus.......gotta love a desperate woman in uniform,,,,,,wish shed have flooded those uniform pants
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Oktobar2014 in Leather pants pee desperation   
    This is great! The genuinely worried look on her face  (starting an 1:22) is a desperation lover dream come true!
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    The girls are speaking german, the driver english with an accent. The text on the posters is german too.
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    A couple of videos I found by accident, feel free to take down if they're reposts or can't be posted.
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    Did somebody say yellow ranger?

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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Kayn in The Tale of an ATS Officer: A Long Transport   
    This is a story I wrote several months back and have been sitting on since, but I’ve decided to go ahead and post it now. The inspiration for this came mainly from my love of ladies in uniform along with my interest of desperation in historical times; as such, this story is written in the perspective of a former military woman sharing an experience from her past.
     
    Quick author’s note: this story takes place in the 1940s, a time period and a setting that I have very little knowledge and experience in. While I did my best to do some preliminary research to establish as much accuracy as I could, please bear in mind that I’m no historian, so there are likely some historical inaccuracies present. Ultimately, the main point of the story is obviously the omo aspect, so that was my primary focus.
     
    On that note, please enjoy!
     
     
    The Tale of an ATS Officer: A Long Transport
     
    When I think back to my days in the service, I can still remember the hardships and difficulties that I had to face, many of which, I believe, shaped me into the woman I am today. There are several that jump to mind, whether it’s the struggle of living away from home for the first time, or the constant looming worry that stems from being stationed at a place of conflict.
    But there were many smaller hardships, many that I personally endured, that often don’t get mentioned, though I believe those are equally important in conveying the true reality of what life was like for a young and inexperienced military woman in those days, such as myself. The story I’m about to share here today is an example of such that took place during my time in the Auxiliary Territorial Service (ATS) — a time when a seemingly ordinary event turned into a rather bizarre predicament, one that nearly caused me to experience the greatest humiliation of my life. Looking back after all these years, I must admit the whole thing was actually quite humorous, and this little anecdote is sure to give you, dear reader, quite the laugh — though I can assure you it was anything but amusing at the time!
    When this took place, in the year 1942 (I had just turned 30), I was posted in the Middle East at a camp in Egypt, doing my duties there as an intelligence officer. Much of my job involved handling classified military information and relaying it to various superior officers as necessary; it was often demanding at times, but I welcomed the hard work, and I found it to be very fulfilling. On this particular day, I was given the task of carrying a set of reports up north to a camp located about 3 hours away by car. Initially, I was meant to travel up alone, driven up by one of the girls in the camp who’d been trained as a driver. However, two area commanders had chosen that same day to run barracks inspections in all the camps in the vicinity, and it so happened that they were both headed to the same camp that I was. So it was quickly decided that I would simply accompany them on their journey rather than wasting fuel for me to drive up separately. The trip would, however, take longer since the commanders planned to make a couple stops at some smaller camps along the way. I was not bothered by this, however, and was more than happy to travel with them.
    The two men arrived early that morning to go through the inspections, during which time I quickly got myself ready for the journey. I donned the usual ATS uniform, consisting of an all-khaki ensemble of a shirt, jacket, and skirt with brown shoes. Even our stockings and underwear were the same beige color! It was all rather drab and monotonous in my eyes, though we hardly had any other options. With my uniform in place, I went to the office to pick up the all-important package: a box sealed tight containing the reports that were to be transferred. With it in hand, I made my way to one last stop before I set off on the journey: the mess hall. With summertime rapidly approaching, the heat was growing worse with each day; even the mornings were becoming unbearable. Such was the case that day, and I stepped into the mess hall with quite a thirst and a hankering for some cold water to cool myself off. Hoping to keep myself well hydrated for the long journey, I gulped down several cups of water and even filled up my large steel bottle to the brim which I planned to bring with me.
    Soon afterwards, I met with the commanders, who introduced themselves as well as their driver, Carol, a young woman from a different camp who’d be driving us the whole way. I certainly didn’t envy her job — it was a long trip there and back, over six whole hours of driving which she had to manage on her own! Nevertheless, she did not seem too perturbed and happily got on with it as we set off from the camp, sitting alone at the front while I sat in the back seat between the two commanders, making conversation as we went along. Unfortunately, the heat was making things quite uncomfortable in the cramped area, and my thick uniform vest was certainly not doing anything to help. I found myself sipping continuously from my bottle as we went; I’d thought a liter of water would be adequate for the whole trip, but after just half an hour, it was nearly all gone! I silently cursed to myself, knowing I shouldn’t have finished it all so early.
    Little did I know, however, that my true predicament was only just beginning: it was right around then that I began feeling that all too familiar sensation down below — the dreaded call of nature. I immediately realized what a foolish mistake I’d made: to drink so much water right before an hours-long trip with no guarantee of women’s lavatory facilities along the way…oh dear, what had I been thinking? But alas, it was all too late now. Our next stop was due to be a storage facility about an hour away, and I simply had to hope I could find suitable accommodations there.
    The drive was fairly uneventful, and the two gentlemen beside me proved to be pleasant company, though I was getting increasingly distracted from the conversation by my personal need, which grew alarmingly quickly over the next hour. Upon arrival at our first stop, it had developed into quite the pressing urge, and I was very keen to get out of the car and search for a place to relieve myself.
    But as the car came to a halt and I made to climb out, one of the commanders stopped me and said we wouldn’t be staying long, and that it’d be better if I remained in the car so we could set off quickly once they were done. I badly wanted to protest, but how could I? I certainly couldn’t disobey a superior’s command, and I was far too embarrassed to admit such a private need to him. Thus, I was forced to bite my tongue and watch on as they walked off to the building beyond the gate. At the very least I had the company of Carol, which provided some welcome distraction.
    I was hoping the wait would be a short one as the commander had promised, but it was over half an hour before they finally made their way back, a duration during which my most unfortunate condition had worsened considerably. As we set off once again, I was in genuine discomfort, and this time it had nothing to do with the heat (though that too was awful). I innocently asked the commanders what our next stop was and how long it would take to arrive, and they told me we’d be stopping at a camp about an hour away. This response was far from comforting. The word “hour” in particular was a cause of serious worry. In the condition I was in, it was going to be a long way. I knew from prior trips that this road was completely bare, so there was no hope of finding a place to stop along the way. I was in for the whole ride. And with the commanders sitting on either side of me, I simply had to keep myself composed — the last thing I wanted was for them to realize that I was dying for a pee!
    It was no easy task — an hour had never felt so long, and as we neared the second stop, it was impossible to sit still. For the final twenty minutes, I sat with my thighs clenched tight while my legs jiggled restlessly in place. When I finally laid my eyes on the camp gates as we drew near, I genuinely let out a breath of relief.
    But just when I was thinking that I was finally saved, we rolled through the gates into the enclosed area, and I saw that this was no camp, but rather a construction zone. You see, what my gentlemen companions had failed to inform me of was that this “camp” was still being built and was clearly nowhere close to being finished. It was mostly just piles of materials lying about everywhere, and a couple of small squat buildings in the middle. One quick look around was enough to deduce that Carol and I were the only two women amidst a crew of male workers. And based off of what I could see, I quickly came to a most unwelcome conclusion: there were no lavatories available here, certainly not one suitable or private enough for a woman to use. Clearly all the male workers were fine with walking a ways down the road to unburden themselves out in the open, a luxury that I simply did not have. I’m sure you can imagine the horror I felt at that moment: I was now doomed to endure my bladder until we arrived at the final camp — and that could take another two hours!
    Just like before, the commanders headed off as soon as we came to a stop, disappearing into one of the small buildings and leaving Carol and I to watch over the car while they went about their duties. This time, the wait was far more difficult, and I was noticeably agitated as I sat with tightly crossed legs in the backseat. At least with the superiors gone, I could squirm freely to help keep my bladder calm, though even that was starting to help less and less. I was quickly becoming desperate, and at this rate I knew the situation would soon become precarious. I tried to keep up conversation with Carol, but truthfully, I was struggling to even focus on that. All I could do was sit there and silently implore the commanders to hurry up and finish so we could be on our way as quickly as possible.
    When the building door reopened half an hour later and one of the commanders reemerged, my heart leapt as I thought we’d finally be on our way again. To my dismay, it turned out he merely came out to invite us inside for some tea! Tea was the absolute last thing I needed, but it wasn’t my place to refuse the offer, so I simply nodded and followed alongside Carol into the building. Inside, a couple of the workers greeted us and quickly poured us full steaming hot mugs, which I politely accepted before taking the seat that was offered. I did not relish the idea of putting even more liquids in my body, but refusing to drink would simply have been rude.
    As I slowly sipped, the men sitting around the table continued with their discussions, though my mind was so clouded by my need at this point that I genuinely couldn’t focus on what they were even saying. Not that it related to me anyway, so I was more than happy to sit there in silence as they talked.
    The meeting went on for another thirty minutes, a duration during which I rapidly grew incredibly restless. I was bursting for the loo, and I simply could not keep myself still! I was glad the table covered everything below my waist because underneath, my legs were bouncing frantically without pause. I was crossing my legs one way, then the other, shifting in my seat every two minutes trying to find a comfortable position. It was not at all how an officer was supposed to behave in such a formal situation, but I just couldn’t help myself, so great was my need. And to make matters worse, I had to keep sipping away at my tea, lest I be rude to the kind men who offered it, but in doing so, I was only adding even more fuel to my already bloated bladder. Goodness, what a predicament I was in!
    At long last, the discussions came to an end, and along with it my masterful chair-wriggling performance. The commanders rose to their feet — while I gratefully followed suit — bid their farewells and made their way out and back to the vehicle. I hurried along behind Carol, more eager than anyone to get back on the road once more. The four of us clambered back inside, retaking the same seats as before. Finally, after one last goodbye, Carol brought the engine to life, and we were off.
    It was the final leg of the journey, but also without a doubt the most difficult one. Even from the get-go I was incredibly desperate — I had no idea how I was going to manage another whole hour in the state I was in. But what other option did I have? I was forced to sit there, grit my teeth, and squeeze my thighs together to hold on until we arrived.
    When I tell you what transpired was the longest and most agonizing hour of my life, I genuinely mean it. I couldn’t remember a time when my bladder had been so full, it was excruciating! But I had to outlast it, I had to endure until we arrived, because if I didn’t, it would’ve been the biggest humiliation of my life. Clasping my hands together tightly, I tried to keep myself distracted; leaning forward in my seat, I looked out the window at the passing scenes, the trees, the rocks, anything. It didn’t help much at all.
    I was beyond agitated, my knees bobbing rapidly up and down practically of their own free will. I rubbed my hands up and down my shaking thighs, smoothing out my skirt and trying to keep it from riding up from all the movement. The pressure in my abdomen was immense, and yet every minute it just grew worse and worse. And as if things weren’t bad enough, the road we were on was incredibly uneven, and every bump we rode over sent a jolt of pure agony straight through my bladder. It was absolute misery!
    I was praying and praying in my head for this awful journey to just please come to an end. Staring at the back of Carol’s head, I silently implored her to drive as fast as she possibly could and get us to the camp. Truth be told, she was doing a very good job, and we were making quick progress, but with my bladder pounding inside me, nothing felt fast enough. I kept craning my neck as I stared longingly out the window at the horizon ahead, hoping against hope each time I did so that I would finally see the camp looming in the distance, that our arrival would be imminent; but each time, I saw nothing but vast emptiness, reminding me that there was still a long way to go.
    By the time we were halfway through, the pressure was already reaching unbearable heights. It felt as if a fire had been ignited at my crotch, so strong was the sensation that tore viciously in my lower belly. It was desperation in a sense that I had never felt before. Oh, I would’ve given anything, anything, to have been able to empty my throbbing bladder, I didn’t care how, just so long as I could be free of this awful burden! But trapped within the confines of that car and seated between two high-ranking men, I was as helpless as a child. It was a horrible situation to be in.
    At this point, I was utterly frantic. “Agitated” wouldn’t even begin to describe it. My legs were shaking violently underneath me in every direction they could find space. I had long since given up any attempt to remain discreet, for that was simply no longer possible. I was well aware that my companions had noticed my strange behavior — I could see their questioning glances out of the corner of my eyes, which sent a blush creeping up to my face. Thankfully, they didn’t bother to comment on it, and for that at least I was grateful.
    Every single muscle in my lower half was constricted, pushing back against the heavy weight of my swollen bladder in my desperate attempts to keep it at bay. Just a bit longer, just a bit longer, was all I could think, over and over again in my head, like a chant, spurring myself to keep holding on. My poor sphincter felt like it was about to tear open from all the immense force that it was enduring. It was so incredibly painful; I could not believe how I was even managing to keep it all in anymore.
    As the situation became dire, I was starting to become extremely concerned. The need was so incredibly strong by now that I was genuinely beginning to wonder if I could even manage to wait long enough. The thought that I might actually wet myself where I sat, right next to both the commanders, began going through my head. It was a horrifying possibility. As my desperation reached agonizing levels, for the first time I was seriously considering begging the commanders to stop the car so I could scurry behind it, lift up my skirt and squat down right then and there, privacy be damned. Oh, even just the thought was so inviting, I longed to be able to do it, to finally ease this awful pain, I didn’t even care how embarrassing it would be. But alas, I simply could not work up the courage to make such a request, even with my bladder practically screaming at me to do so. Besides, we weren’t too far off now, if only I could just wait a bit longer…
    The final fifteen minutes were nothing short of sheer torture. I sat hunched over at the waist, my hands clutching at the seat so hard my knuckles were almost popping out of my hand. I could hardly even breathe, my throat constricted out of pure, unadulterated need. My bladder was utterly relentless in its onslaught against me, and the urge was so strong that I was tearing up from the vicious pain. It honestly felt like there was a massive lake pressing down between my legs, and it was growing bigger and bigger in size with every minute. It was absolute agony. I was grinding my feet against the floor, my toes curled tight out of pure desperation. Come on, we’re so close, almost there, almost there… Those words were the only thing on my mind at that moment. I knew deep down that we weren’t far now, and I’d be damned if I were to lose the battle after getting this close!
    But the last bit is always the hardest, and boy was that true in this case. I was nearly in tears, practically choking back sobs as I endured one vicious pang from my bladder after another. My hands pressed down hard against my upper lap, fingers clutching at my skirt, and my thighs flew side to side all across the seat in a frenzy. I was actively fighting the urge to reach down and hold myself between my legs. Inside my head, I kept saying the words over and over: almost there, almost there, oh please…
    And then, at long last, there it was: the buildings of the camp, visible on the horizon. My eyes widened immediately at the sight, and the elation I felt upon seeing it was like no other emotion I had ever felt. Oh, I nearly wept with joy! Finally, the end of my torture was approaching.
    As we were admitted through the gates, I sat bolt upright in my seat, ready to pop out of my seat and rush headlong for the nearest lavatory I could find. My main duty, of course, was to deliver the box of reports in my possession to the intelligence officers, but they were simply going to have to wait.
    However, any hope I had of running off in search of relief were soon gone, because the moment Carol brought the car to a stop, we were quickly approached by a female officer, who turned out to be the base commander. As we disembarked, she introduced herself and greeted the gentlemen, while I was forced to stand there politely and respectfully. I can assure you, trying to maintain composure and professionalism while your bladder’s about to explode is just about the hardest thing you could do, as I learned firsthand at that moment. My legs were practically twisted into a knot as I stood there waiting for the commanders to finish up their chatter. They took their sweet time, leaving me to scream curses in my head as I swore internally at them to hurry up and finish their damn conversation! A full bladder really does bring out the worst in you.
    Finally, the base commander turned her attention to me and the package I was carrying, asking me where it was to be delivered, and it was with enormous difficulty that I managed to stammer out an answer to her question. Thankfully, the commander offered to show me to the office to which I was supposed to bring the documents, and asked the group to follow her as she began leading the way.
    Even the simple act of walking was agonizing, each step disturbing my bladder and sending sensations of pure pain flooding through my abdomen. I didn’t dare separate my thighs for even an instant, so it was more like an awkward shuffle as I took one small step after another, all while trying to keep up with the commander’s pace. I swear I could practically feel the liquid sloshing around within. God, I was so unbelievably full, there could not have been a milliliter of space left. I simply had to find a lavatory, immediately! But where was it??
    As we approached the building, the commander indicated for me to go in, saying that there was an officer inside waiting for me. And indeed, the moment I stepped through the door, I was greeted by another woman, a fellow intelligence officer like me. Seeing the package in my hands, she nodded and said she’d been expecting me, before turning and bidding me to follow her to the back where we would file the reports.
    I, however, simply could not wait any longer.
    Plopping the box on a nearby table, I quickly stopped her firmly in her tracks, and then, with a sense of utmost urgency that I did not have to feign, and a face the color of beetroot, hastily confessed my desperate plight to her before begging her to show me to the nearest lavatory. For a moment she seemed taken aback by my sudden candidness. But she must’ve noticed the utter distress on my face because she immediately became very sympathetic and quickly began ushering me out the door.
    I followed her gratefully as she took me to a small wooden shack situated a short distance away. Written upon the door were the most welcome words I had ever seen: “WC – Female”. Giving my escort my sincerest thanks, I nearly flung myself through the door, slamming it shut and locking it while my clenched legs trembled underneath me. Whipping around, I turned to face the “toilet”, which was nothing but a hole in the ground lined with a metal pan. It wasn’t much, but at that moment, it looked like heaven to my eyes.
    I staggered towards it while simultaneously hiking up my skirt, straddling the pan underneath. So urgent was my need that I couldn’t even wait until my undergarments were down before starting to pee, sending the initial stream gushing straight through the fabric in a messy spray. Grabbing the waistband, I frantically lowered my knickers before squatting down at last and unleashing an absolutely monstrous stream into the pan.
    Ohhh… my goodness, I could not even begin to describe the utter relief I had felt at that moment. To this day I can vividly remember it, as if it were yesterday. It was heavenly. I moaned audibly as pure and total bliss enveloped my whole body, the incredible sensation of wonderful release after five hours of absolute torture, of finally allowing my tightly constricted muscles to relax completely. I grew weak in the knees, almost collapsing from relief.
    From between my legs raced out a literal river of pee as I emptied out the fullest bladder I’d ever held in my life. The sound of the powerful jet thundering against the metal was deafening. The stream was clear as water and thick as a pencil, bursting forth with incredible, unrelenting force. I sighed and sighed as I spread my legs apart, relishing the sensation of all that urine finally gushing out of me. And it continued on at extraordinary length, far longer than I had ever gone before. I wasn’t keeping track, but it must’ve been over a minute before it finally came to an end.
    Even once I was done, I had to sit there for a moment just to catch my breath and regain my senses. The feeling of an empty bladder had never felt so good. I got to my feet, feeling immensely lighter than I had five minutes ago.
    And now, dear reader, you may be thinking that the story is done and over — but I can assure you it’s not!
    For no sooner than I opened the lavatory door to make my way back out, did I come face to face with Carol, standing there grimacing with her hand buried in her crotch! Before I could so much as react, the girl had shoved right past me, her fingers furiously clawing at her trousers’ button as she went.
    In that split second, it suddenly dawned on me that I had not been the only one suffering from a lengthy lack of lavatories. It was obvious now looking back, as she’d been with me throughout the entire trip, and had no doubt been longing for a comfort break just like I’d been, something I’d completely failed to notice at the time having been preoccupied with my own need.
    Carol, driven by absolute urgency, slammed the door shut behind her without even attempting to place the lock. However, the wooden door merely rattled against the frame and swung right back open, providing her with no cover whatsoever. Carol, however, didn’t even seem to notice, as she was already standing over the toilet, entirely focused on getting her trousers down as fast as humanly possible, practically jumping from one foot to the other as she fought to undo the button.
    I didn’t want to leave her totally exposed, so on a spur of the moment decision, I quickly reached inside for the door to close it. Only, when I pulled on it, it wouldn’t budge! I glanced down and realized the door had gotten stuck on part of the uneven ground below, preventing me from moving it whatsoever.
    It was at that moment that Carol finally got her pants undone. Before I could even blink, she tore her trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop, exposing her most private areas right in front of my eyes before finally squatting over the toilet.
    For the second time in succession, the lavatory was filled with the roar of a very hard stream colliding forcefully against a metal surface. I know I should’ve looked away, but for a moment my eyes were transfixed by the image of Carol’s bare behind hanging over the hole as a thick, gushing stream erupted from within at unbelievable pressure. There was no doubt about it, she had been just as desperate as I had, if not even more so!
    Forcing myself to tear my eyes away, I quickly turned around and stood guard at the door, figuring at least some cover would be better than none. I could hardly believe how loud it was; I’m sure half the camp must’ve heard her peeing! Despite the noise, I could still make out a series of very relieved “ohhh”s and “ahhh”s coming from behind me; I couldn’t help but smile because I knew exactly how good she felt at that moment.
    Just like me, she too went on and on for a ridiculously long time — I guess we’d both been blessed with a pair of enormous bladders! And good thing too, because how else would we have managed to last for so long? But I stood there and waited patiently as she finished up and redressed herself, turning around only once I heard her footsteps moving towards me.
    She looked terribly embarrassed when she realized the door had been open this whole time but thanked me most graciously for staying there and providing cover for her. As we headed back, she confessed to me that she’d actually been bursting to go ever since arriving at my camp five hours previously but had been too shy to ask anyone where the lavatories were. I was shocked when I’d heard this — I was nearly crying in pain towards the end of the journey, I couldn’t even imagine how this poor woman must’ve felt having had to wait even longer than I had! And while driving, to boot! I marveled at her ability to hold her composure and do her job so effectively even through such hardship.
    Funnily enough, Carol became a close friend of mine after that, and even to this day we keep in touch. I suppose that sometimes friendships are formed in the most unusual circumstances. And yes, we do bring up the “pee incident” and laugh about it from time to time.
    Well, there you have it, the strangest and possibly the most humorous incident of my time in the ATS. Hope you got a good laugh out of it at my expense (and Carol’s too, of course). Moral of the story? Always have a pee before heading out on a five-hour trip; you’ll regret it if you don’t!
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Omo-Bomber in The Art of Gothes   
    Please do the yellow ranger next 🙏
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Gothes in The Art of Gothes   
    Sure, why not!
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Gothes in The Art of Gothes   
    Something silly

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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Ms. Tito in Bringing back The Pee Movie List   
    I found a scene from a German show called "Frau Temme sucht das Glück" in S1 E5 where two women pee standing up into a Jacuzzi after getting drunk 
    https://thepml.net/view/4910/
     


    https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7kkfqq Timestamp is 37:09
     
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Uroguy in Female modeling   
    This is a question for female models. What is the field of modeling like? What is the pay and work environment? How are supervisors or managers? How long are poses for drawing and photoshoots? What types of clothes are given for wearing to model in and pose for the camera? Do you have to do poses for beauty or sensuality, and how sensual or sexual do they get or is it by choice of the model? What types of poses are done and can it be done with or without clothes? Please inform.
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to LifeIsStrange in Bringing back The Pee Movie List   
    Finally got a new update, looks like it was another delayed one though as this one says it was done in February 18th.
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Roronoa Zoro in The Art of Gothes   
    There are probably gonna be some ladies at the Oscars.That just do not go to the bathroom the entire time and it would be lovely if this actually happened
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to WiiGuy86 in Wining and Dining   
    Definitely in a writing mood this weekend! Here is the rest:
     
     
    9:15 P.M.
     
    As happy as Kay had been when Owen had requested a bathroom break, she was now wishing he’d hurry hell the up. She stood cross legged at the entrance to the bathroom area, having been denied relief by a line she didn’t have time to wait in, while he was taking his sweet time in the Men’s room.
     
    Her phone rang, it was Matt, she answered immediately “Hey, where are you guys?” came a disgruntled voice.
     
    “Just waiting for Owen and then we’ll --- oh here he is now, we’re on our way”
     
    “Sorry” Owen muttered, still buttoning up his pants as Kay began leading him through the crowded bar area toward the front door. A small part of her kind of hoped the driver would just leave without them. If he did, she could go back and wait in line for the bathroom, and then with a clear head and empty bladder, find another way to get back to the office.
     
    But instead, she and Owen pushed through the front doors and found the Black SUV right outside, Matt standing halfway out of the passenger door, refusing to let it leave. Taking a deep breath, Kay climbed in, happy that they would at least be on their way immediately.
     
    Her optimism began to fade quickly, as just getting out of the parking lot was an ordeal that took nearly 5 minutes, as the driver evaded rideshares and bar hoppers. She had hoped that sitting down in the car would lessen her urge, but instead it was just forcing the waistband of her tight pencil skirt in to her bulging belly. She wanted nothing more than to unbutton it, but with Owen sitting right next to her… there was no way she could, not in this outfit.
     
    Finally out of the parking lot, they immediately hit a red light. Kay stared at it, feeling it almost taunting her. She crossed her legs tightly and leaned back, pushing her butt forward on the seat as far as she could to try and lessen the pressure. It was an unnatural and somewhat unprofessional position to be in, but no one was really paying attention to her and she had to do something, as what felt like gallons of hot liquid was pounding against her pee hole constantly now.
     
    As they finally turned on to the highway, she was starting to sweat, and was no longer even listening to Matt and Owen debrief about the dinner, hopefully they were too buzzed from their beers to take much notice. They would probably just assume she was tired. Fuck, she really had to go pee, much worse than she had had to go in a very long time, and the journey was just getting started. She was in serious pain now and told herself she would just take it minute by minute. She pulled out her phone and mapped back to the office. To her horror, the ETA was 35 minutes. She zoomed in and on their route and just ahead of where they were, solid red lines.
     
    Should she say something? Give the driver a heads up about the traffic? Maybe he could get off and go a different way, maybe on surface roads they would pass a gas station or a fast food place and she could pop in… just for a second.
    She looked up, and was just summoning the courage to say something when just as she feared, the car came around a bend and was met with a wall of brake lights. The driver threw up his hands in frustration, clearly unhappy about the additional delay.
     
    Kay meanwhile was starting to panic. Her urge was only increasing. They were at least 35 minutes away and she was already wishing she had just let them leave the restaurant without her. She let out a quiet squeal in desperation, thankfully no one seemed to notice. Her mind raced, what the hell was she going to do? There was no way she was going to make it through this. Her pussy was absolutely pounding, demanding that she end this torture, but she was stuck in a car seat, in traffic, with her coworkers. She tried to take a deep breath, calm herself down, but was barely able to, it felt like her bladder was taking up to much space inside her for her lungs to expand properly.
     
    She looked back down at the map, there was an exit a few miles ahead. Could she beg for a stop? Maybe, it’s not like they were getting anywhere anyway.
     
    Five minutes passed and Kay was in the worse pain of her life. They had hardly moved. The ocean of pee inside her felt like it was right on the top of her urethra and she was genuinely afraid her muscles might quit and it might come shooting out at any moment. She checked the map, they were starting to move a little bit but were still 3 miles from the exit. She had to ask for a stop, no she had to demand a stop, there was no avoiding it.
     
    She was almost hyperventilating at this point, she tried to compose herself, going over what she was going to say in her head. There was a huge surge that forced her to bend forward, instinctively her hand tried to grab for her crotch but she couldn’t get to it, her skirt was way too tight. She hadn’t leaked, somehow, but the scare was enough to make her lean forward to the driver and speak up.
     
    “I am so so sorry to ask this, I know we were so late and this has been a terrible night, but is there any possible way we could get off the exit up ahead and stop at a gas station? Just for a moment? I have to use the bathroom so badly…. I really hate to ask, I’m so sorry but we just absolutely have to stop, I will be so quick”
     
    Realizing she was desperately rambling on, she stopped herself and leaned back in to her seat.
     
    “We’ve only been on the road for 15 minutes” the driver retorted, clearly trying to hide how furious he was.
     
    Matt turned around and gave her a questioning look “Didn’t you go with Owen before we left?”
     
    “I couldn’t” she started to explain, blushing wildly “There was a line and I didn’t have time to wait”
     
    “Oh jeez, I’m sorry Kay.” Matt replied, before turning to the driver “Come on man, she left without going to try and avoid holding you up any further, we’re hardly moving anyway, it’ll only take a second. We’re sorry for all the trouble, you definitely have a big well deserved tip coming your way”
     
    “Fine” the driver grumbled “I know a good gas station with a bathroom at the exit up ahead”
     
    Okay, they were going to be stopping soon, just a few more minutes, Kay told herself, just a few more minutes…
     
    A few minutes came and went, and then another, and another, and they had barely moved, Kay had gone completely quiet now, squeezing her legs in her tight pencil skirt for all she was worth, trying to put any pressure she could on her aching, desperate, pounding womanhood. From the front seat, she overhead something about an accident up ahead. For the first time in her adult life, Kay was starting to get genuinely concerned there was about to be another accident right here.
     
    She had to pee so badly she felt physically ill, like she could just vomit up all the liquid trapped inside her, she was sweating heavily now and having to make a conscious effort to keep her desperate whining to herself. She wanted to just PEE so SO so BADLY. Why did this have to happen her? Why did it have to happen here, trapped in a car with her coworkers? The dinner had gone so well, of all the things she worried may have gone wrong, this was certainly not one of them. What had she done to deserve this?
     
    Feeling like someone was driving a knife in to her stomach, her hand finally made its move. Almost subconsciously, her hand darted to the button on her skirt and released it, allowing her overloaded bladder to spill out in to the empty space. She couldn’t help but moan aloud a bit in relief and felt Owen glance over at her. She crossed her arms over her waistline and leaned forward to try and conceal what she’d done.
     
    They were moving a bit now, 10 feet at a time, she checked her map again, they were now only a mile and a half from the exit, but their ETA to the gas station was showing 11 minutes.
     
    As she tried to console herself, her body was suddenly rocked by another massive surge. She yelped aloud, her hand again tried to grab her crotch but was rejected by her tight pencil skirt that was stretched over it. She sat up straight and pushed her thighs together as hard as she could, so hard it almost hurt, but they were sleek with perspiration, her right leg slipped off the left with so much force she thought it might have ripped her skirt and in the shock of the moment her control slipped for just a split second and Kay felt a few drops of burning hot pee slip past her defenses in to her lime green thong.
     
    She bent over double, with her hands gripping her knees, stemming the flow. She buried her face in her hands. The tiny thong she was wearing was completely unforgiving and she could feel one of the shocking hot drops of pee running down her butt. Huffing and puffing with the effort of getting herself under control, she looked up and out the window at the line of cars ahead. They had made their way over to the right lane of the highway and looking out next to her Kay saw the hard shoulder. It was just barely wide enough for a car, with a waste high concrete barrier between the edge of the shoulder and grass on the other side.
     
    She looked up again at the line of cars as they moved up a bit. Maybe she could… No, she’d have to pull her skirt almost completely off, and her boss in the passenger seat would see everything. She tried to breathe and looked down at the floor, just a few more minutes… just a few more minutes… she was almost flailing around now, her feet stomping on the floor of the car, her legs fanning in and out, up and down every which direction, leaning backward and forward, sitting up straight and hunching over, she knew she was making a scene but she didn’t even care at this point. Anything to convince her bladder to hang on… just a few more minutes.
     
    But her erratic fidgeting only got her so far, and traffic continued to only inch along, a few minutes later, Kay froze as another massive surge overtook her, and for the second time she lost control. This time a blast of pee shot out of her with such force that it blasted threw her thong and hit the top of her skirt. She yelped again. This was it, for the first time in her life, her bladder had actually reached maximum capacity, this is what it felt like, and it was happening right now, miles from a toilet, in near standstill traffic in a fancy car with her boss and coworker right there to witness it. Her brain flashed back some of her previous desperate moments, the ride home from the swim meet, the impossibly long line after a concert, the desperate dash back to her dorm room after a frat party… in all those cases she had held on, but she would have gladly gone back and wet herself in any of those instances if it meant she could just avoid it now.
     
    Feeling another massive spurt coming, Kay knew she had to take action. There was little hesitancy this time, absolutely no time for shyness.
     
    “I’m sorry butcanyoupleasepullovernow” she stammered abruptly
     
    There was a moment of silence in the car during which Kay could almost hear her heart beating out of her chest, almost in disbelief herself that she had even made the request. For a moment the only audible sound in the car was the noise of her legs rubbing together and heels bouncing on the floor as her knees pumped rapidly up and down.
     
    “It shouldn’t be much longer” the driver finally responded awkwardly “The exit is just about a mile ahead and then we will be at the gas station right away”
     
    Kay felt another surge rock her body and another jet of pee reach the edge of her urethra, somehow she managed to restrain it, but it firmly reminded her that there was just no way she was going to make it to a toilet. It was going to be now or never, on the shoulder or in her seat.
     
    “I can’t hold it!” she screamed, forcing herself to be more aggressive to try and get her point across. The car came to a stop and she grabbed desperately the door handle, but it could only be unlocked from the front “I need to get out, NOW!”
     
    Another agonizing moment passed, the driver looked at Matt, as though seeking permission. “It’s your car seat man” Matt said quietly, before Kay interjected.
     
    “Please PLEASE you HAVE to pull over NOW or I am… I am going to be sick in your car I swear to god.” She desperately tried to open the door again “Let me out NOW”
     
    “Okay okay” the driver immediately responded “One second, I’m pulling over”
     
    Kay leaned all the way forward and gripped her flailing legs again as the driver maneuvered the car on to the side of the road. God, the pain was agonizing, she felt herself starting to go numb, until she finally felt the car come to a stop on the shoulder.
     
    “Okay I’m going to unlock the door” the driver said “Just please open it slowly so you don’t hit it against the barrier”
     
    As soon as she heard the click of the door unlocking, Kay opened it and slid herself out, closing it behind her. As soon as she stood she nearly collapsed with the strain she was under as she confronted her next obstacle.
     
    The concrete barrier on the side of the highway was almost up to her waist. She had to get to the other side of it, the car was so close to it that there was basically no room to squat, and Matt would see everything from the passenger side mirror. Normally, Kay could have easily thrown her leg over it, but her skirt was much too tight at the knees, and she realized the only way she could get to the grass on the other side was to sit her ass on top of the barrier and then swing her legs. To even have room for that, she’d have to go to the back of the car.
     
    Nearly delirious with desperation, Kay was ready to execute her plan, to finally relieve herself of this burden, for this nightmare to finally end, embarrassing as it was.
     
    She turned toward the back of the car, when suddenly, she was blinded by immensely bright red and blue flashing lights. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw the final nail in her bladder’s coffin, a police officer had pulled in behind them on the shoulder, had gotten out of his car and was approaching.
     
    “What are you doing?!” he exclaimed “We need to keep this shoulder clear—OH”
     
    The officer stopped in his tracks as Kay’s bladder finally surrendered. The shock, the panic, the fear, it was all too much. Everything went dark, almost as if she had blacked out for a moment, and when she gathered herself, all she could feel was the hot liquid that she had fought so, so hard to keep inside of her pouring out. She could feel it soaking the inside of her legs, soaking the back of her skirt, and eventually starting to pool in to her heels. Then there was the noise, like a rainstorm, audible even over the noise of the highway, splashing in a puddle beneath her feet. Letting out a tortured moan of agony and relief, Kay put her hands down on the concrete barrier and leaned over as her pee continued to thrash out. She was still going, and going, and going when the officer said something else to her and then retreated to his vehicle and drove away.
     
    After nearly a minute, Kay was finally empty, and was starting to be able to think clearly again. She was sobbing hard, panting from being so out of breath from the effort of trying to contain herself just a little longer. She looked down, the front of her skirt had actually escaped any damage, but her legs, and her ass, were soaked. What was she going to do now?
     
    The front door of the car then opened, and she heard Matt’s voice behind her. “Kay are you o—oh, oh my God.”
     
    A minute later the driver appeared in front of her having come around from the back of the car, he was holding a couple towels that he must have been keeping in the back.
     
    “Here you go miss” he said sympathetically, all the frustration of the night gone from his voice “Just sit on these and we will get you back home in no time.”
     
    Kay climbed back in to the car and sat on the towels, she looked straight out of the window, stifling her gentle sobs as best she could, unable to face anyone or think about anything else than the clammy feeling of her soaked underwear clinging to her exhausted vagina.
     
     
    10:47 A.M.
     
    Kay awoke. The ceiling fan in her bed room lazily spinning above her. She watched it go round and round. She slid her hand down under her blanket and gently touched her crotch. Dry.
     
    She stood up and walked in her bathroom and there it was. Her best gray pencil skirt. Sitting in her washing machine, soaking in the water, just as she had left it last night. It wasn’t a nightmare, she had actually wet herself. Wet herself. At 26 years old, on the side of a highway, in front of her boss and coworker that she would have to face Monday and every day after. On a night where she had been so excited to really prove herself to them.
     
    She walked back out in to her kitchen, still processing what had happened the night before. She picked up her cell phone off the counter and saw that Matt had texted their team group chat.
     
    “Kay, I just heard from Lane and Mary, they called me to follow up and say that they were extremely impressed with you last night, and are ready to file the paperwork to move forward with the project first thing Monday morning. Excellent job. And as for what happened on the way home… you can be sure that Owen and I will never mention it again. Could have happened to anyone. Have a great rest of your weekend, I’m excited to get started on that paperwork first thing Monday.”
     
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to DesperateJill in Sleeping Beauty Has To Pee   
    I just wanted to first off wish everybody a happy international women's day, and you're in luck because I got such positive feedback from my last story about Little Red Riding Hood I decided to do that other fairytale story that I thought of last night since it was running late was trying to think of a short story that I remembered this one and decided to go with it, so enjoy! Also in my blog at https://desperatejill83.livejournal.com/14860.html
    Sleeping Beauty Has To Pee
    Prince Charming slowly approached Sleeping Beauty who was sleeping peacefully in a sound slumber, she seemed so peaceful, delicate, feminine and dignified. Very closely he started leaning in and began kissing her on the lips as her eyes opened up as he slowly got up to give her room.
    "Sleeping Beauty I have come as your prince to awaken you," Prince Charming said as he smiled and gave a thumbs up but saw that she seemed to be frowning. "What's wrong, aren't you glad that I woke you up from your slumber with my kiss?"
    "No, I mean yes thank you for waking me up and breaking the curse and spell or whatever, and thanks for doing it with a kiss and not raping me or something really creepy and horrible like that, but good Lord do I need a bathroom!" Sleeping Beauty said as she very slowly got up and put her hands between her legs and began hopping up and down. "With a bladder this massively full it's amazing I didn't wet the bed!"
    "Well look I'm sure that everyone is going to be really happy to see that you are back and awakened everything." Prince Charming had to admit that right now he was trying very hard to suppress an erection over the thought of all of that urine inside of her bladder and the possibility of her bed being wet.
    "Yeah that's really great, but I have been sleeping a really long time and that enchanted poison apple that I ate, I don't know but whatever it really went to my bladder and I think that my bladder is going to explode if I don't get to a bathroom right away."
    "Well I'm sure that there's a bathroom around here somewhere, but don't you want to greet everybody to see that you are finally back among the world of the living? Also I thought you pricked your finger on a cursed or enchanted spindle or something really weird like that?"
    "You know I can't even remember right now my bladder is so full, so I might be confusing my situation with that of another princess who I am sure probably also had an amazingly full bladder when she woke up from her predicament!"
    "Well come on, I'm sure your family is eager to see you again."
    "Yeah that's all well and good, but I really really need a bathroom right now!" Sleeping Beauty said as she began pacing back and forth and started pulling her hair. She couldn't believe how badly she had to go to the bathroom, yes she knew she had been asleep for a long time, but wow this was the queen of all morning pees that she needed at that moment, and if she didn't get to a bathroom soon she thought that she was probably going to pass out and fall back into a slumber for a thousand years.
    "Well okay I'm sure that we will find a bathroom on the way home."
    "How long is that going to take?" Sleeping Beauty said as she pressed her knees together and began gritting her teeth and looking around frantically. "Dammit why don't they put a bathroom right next to a person who is an enchanted sleep, don't they know the first thing you're going to want to find when you wake up from such a long sleep is a bathroom?"
    "Well I am sure that whoever put you into that sleep never intended for you to wake up ,and if they did they probably didn't care about you using the bathroom, but don't worry I'm sure that we will get to a bathroom soon, although I don't know, the enchanted forest is pretty big, but I am sure that we will find a bathroom soon enough."
    "Fine, let's just get going, I can't wait much longer," Sleeping Beauty said as she very slowly started walking and very carefully because she felt that if she made any sudden movements she was definitely going to piss herself, which was a very undignified look for a princess but what she didn't know was that Prince Charming was secretly hoping that she would end up wetting herself.
    As they started walking through the enchanted forest all she could think about was finding a bathroom. That was when she saw that Prince Charming had stopped and looked like he was taking a leak on a nearby tree.
    "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Sleeping Beauty said as she watched Prince Charming relieving himself on the tree in a very loud and obvious manner and that he wasn't trying to hide it at all.
    "Sorry I really needed to take a leak, I'm pretty sure that it's not a cursed or enchanted tree or anything, I mean just because this is the enchanted forest doesn't mean that every single thing in the forest is enchanted or cursed does it?"
    "Why are you worried that if you try keying on some kind of cursed or enchanted tree it's going to give you a bladder infection or turn you to stone?" 
    Prince Charming had to admit that he was starting to feel like he was getting a little bit hard somewhere else but just try to smile politely. "No of course not."
    "Let's just keep moving, the sooner we get back the sooner I can get to a bathroom," Sleeping Beauty said once again hopping up and down and stomping her feet on the ground. If she didn't find a bathroom soon she felt like she was going to explode.
    As they continue to walk through the forest everywhere that Sleeping Beauty looked she saw what looked like animals were relieving themselves.
    "Is this whole forest one big pee party?" she said as she balled her hands into fists and continued trudging onward but stopping every few moments to grab herself and cross and uncross her legs. As she was doing so some animals of the forest began perching on her arms and legs before she began screaming causing them to all go flying off in terror.
    Finally it seemed that they were back to the kingdom where her entire family was waiting to greet her with open arms.
    "Sleeping Beauty, it's so good to see that you are finally home," the Queen said.
    "Yeah yeah but I really really need a bathroom!" Sleeping Beauty said as she stood there dancing up and down ready to scream.
    "You know that is so rude, I really think that your mother has been waiting to see you all this time that you have been in an enchanted slumber," the king said as he waved his finger at her.
    "Look I'm really glad to be home but I really really need a bathroom, and I know that these medieval kingdoms don't have nice bathrooms, but I'm not picky at the moment!" she said as she continued jumping up and down and pulling on her dress in frustration.
    "Just come and meet and greet a couple of people that have been waiting to see you for so long."
    Sleeping Beauty tried to hold her breath so that she wouldn't lose control of her bladder and make a big scene that the medieval kingdom paparazzi and tabloid press would have a field day with, but she reluctantly started greeting all of the royal family and well-wishers and members of her kingdom, and finally when she was done with that and her bladder was near exploding she finally got to the bathroom only to find that there was a huge long line of people in front of the women's bathroom.
    "This is a gigantic castle, why does it only have one bathroom?!" Sleeping Beauty shouted as she began pulling her hair and shifting back-and-forth as she saw Prince Charming use the empty men's room next door before she threw up her hands and marched right into the men's room and sat down and began peeing really loudly and screaming with relief before coming out and finding everyone was staring at her with their jaws dropping. "Hey you wake up after an enchanted slumber and see how your bladders feel!"
    The Queen shook her head. "Rather unladylike of her."
    "Now that's my kind of woman," Prince Charming said as he started thinking about all of the fun that they might have later involving water sports.
    I thought of this one on the same day I wrote that last story about Little Red Riding Hood Needs to Pee, and I thought that there were a whole bunch of fairytale stories that you could do involving omorashi. This one I pretty much figured that if you woke up after some kind of enchanted slumber naturally you would need the bathroom, and I thought it would be funny if he kept getting delayed on the way to the bathroom and if the Prince kept relieving himself along the way, only to be confronted by a long line at the end. And I have to admit I did confuse it a little bit for a while with Snow White, so I sort of made that joke in the story about how she was confused as to which fairytale princess she was, which instead of editing that line out altogether thought that putting the confusion into there because she had a full bladder actually works pretty well I thought. And there are a whole bunch of other ones that could be done like that but for now I thought this one was pretty good.
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Wet-Robert in The Art of Gothes   
    I mean, if you are stuck in a dress/jumpsuit with a zipper you can't reach and have to give constantly interview/stand still for photos it could be a hard time. Also you probably get to drink a lot, so you don't get a dry mouth from talking all the time
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Gothes in The Art of Gothes   
    Desperate times call for desperate measures

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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Wet-Robert in The Art of Gothes   
    And the Oscar for the best Pee-Hold goes to this beautiful lady in her red dress!
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Gothes in The Art of Gothes   
    Ready for the oscars?

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    ILoveOmorashi got a reaction from Zuorsara in Indian pee desperation content   
    Why, yes, it's a fake wetting because it's a fictional film.
     
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to Renatatswet in Masked Asian girl pees her booty shorts after a lot of desperation   
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    ILoveOmorashi reacted to MA26 in (Request) Balanceakt(2018) wetting scene   
    Hi guys 🙂
    I looking forward this movie which I seen on thepml.net and has a wetting scene.I tried my best but I couldn’t find any link or torrent. Does anybody has this movie or the scene? Thank you for your help
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