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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from OmoMan111 in A quick fantasy   
    I know I have another story in progress, and I assure you it is not being abandoned, I have made progress already on the final chapter, but I couldn’t get this fantasy out of my head, and had to jot it down.
     
    Also want to preface by saying, for exhibition purposes, this short story starts off with me (a male) dealing with my own full bladder, but it is very much a female desperation fantasy.
     
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    The hot sun is beating down. My girlfriend and a group of about 10 of our friends have come to a large outdoor beer festival. We’ve been here for about an hour and a half at this point, and our larger group has temporarily splintered in two. I’m with my girlfriend and another couple, and we’re chatting as we walk along the row of vendors, drinking and seeing what other entertainment is available.
     
    We’re all quite buzzed, and for the last 10 minutes, I’ve been feeling a fullness in my bladder, but have been pushing it off, as surely the rest of the group will be wanting a bathroom break soon. The girl in the other couple mentions she’ll probably need to pee soon, and my girlfriend agrees, but we continue to go from vendor to vendor. It’s starting to get very uncomfortable for me, and as much as I’d love to see the girls hold it a bit longer I’m about to suggest we take our bathroom break when another group approaches us. It’s a group of girls that my girlfriend and her friend knew from school. I can’t wait for this delay, and, following introductions, I mention I’m going to the bathroom, the girls make no move to follow, busily chatting with their friends.
     
    I walk back across the festival toward a row of porta potties. A massive line has formed, thankfully, there are some outdoor urinals set up behind them. I’m tempted to stay for a moment, to see if any of the girls in line are dancing around at all, or have their legs crossed, or look stressed, but I’m at the point that I need to make my own relief a priority.
     
    A moment later and I’ve relieved myself. Feeling like a new man, I step down from the urinal and start to head back, planning to walk slowly by and just glance at the lines. I wonder if I feel should feel guilty about doing this, maybe I should, but I’m not going to stay and leer, just a quick glance.
     
    As I’m about to exit the urinal area, she rushes around a corner so fast we nearly collide. It’s Nicole, one of my girlfriend’s other friends. I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s one of my girlfriends favorite friends. She’s fun loving and kind, but quite private and reserved. She’s usually one of the most well put together and calm people I know, but in this moment she’s looking just a bit disheveled.
     
    Her face is red, her brown bangs sticking to her forehead, clearly she’s been sweating in the summer heat, and drinking beer to cool herself off. She still looks good though, dressed in a cute romper that accentuates her curvy but not fat figure perfectly.
     
    We greet eachother, I ask her what’s up, she asks if there are more bathrooms anywhere, I say I don’t think so.
     
    She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she wants to fill me in on her current dilemma, but it’s pretty obvious and unavoidable at this point, and I suspect the alcohol and desperation have lowered her inhibitions just enough.
     
    “But I reeeeeeeeeally need to use one, and these lines are ridiculous” she says, crossing her legs tightly and looking around. She gestures to a building in the distance, at the edge of the park, not really part of the event. “I think there might be some in that clubhouse over there, but I can’t figure out how to get around this fence”
     
    I look behind me and see the fence in question, a temporary one clearly put up to contain the drunken chaos. “I think you have to go out of here the way we came in” I explain. She gives me a shy smile, obviously not sure where exactly that is at this point. “Here, I’ll walk over there with you”
     
    “Thanksssss” she replies, with a bigger smile.
     
    We begin to make our way back through the festival, she’s walking quickly, almost getting ahead of me at times, clearly trying to hurry me along with her body language. In all the years I’ve known her I’ve never seen her like this. Drunk and dying for a pee, it’s a whole different side.
     
    We get through the front gate in to the lot, we have to stop for a moment to let a car pass, Nicole is stepping back and fourth rapidly next to me, unable to stand still. She lets out a gasp of air as we start moving again. “God I have to pee so bad” She whispers aloud as we make our back around the venue toward the clubhouse, she’s walking slightly hunched over now, a hand plunged in to the front pocket of her romper.
     
    We finally near the clubhouse, and without saying anything, she starts running ahead. I hang back, with no reason to continue to follow her. She reaches the glass doors, grabs the handle and pulls, nothing. She tries the other one, no luck, she tries pushing, that doesn’t work either. The little clubhouse is clearly locked.
     
    She leans against the locked door and buries a hand in her crotch, rapidly bending her knees up and down, up and down.
     
    Getting herself under control, she turns back and sees me watching, and quickly removes her hand, before walking back over to me.
     
    “Locked?” I ask as she approaches “Yes” she gasps “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life.”
     
    We both look around, trying to find a solution, she’s huffing and puffing and has broken out in to a classic peepee dance, twirling around, stepping from foot to foot, slamming her knees together. I have to turn away for a moment to adjust my erection.
     
    “You could squat between the cars” I finally suggest, gesturing to the parking lot behind us. “I’ll keep watch.”
     
    “I can’t in this” she gasps, looking away “I’d have to get completely naked”
     
    I spring in to action, “Back here”.
     
    I lead her toward the back of the club house, she’s bent over so far she can barely walk now. We get around the back, there’s some shrubbery, with a little gap leading to a locked back door.
     
    “There’s obviously no one here today, just go here, I’ll keep watch” I tell her
     
    She whines, looking around, but quickly accepts that she’s out of options. Without a word, she rushes between the hedges, I’m standing just around the corner, feet from her, looking out over the park. I hear the ruffle of her clothes, followed by an absolute blast of pee hitting the pavement. It goes on seemingly forever, I can’t help but give my rock hard dick the quickest rub, nearly cumming in my pants.
     
    Finally she finishes up and takes a moment to put herself together, emerging from behind the bush with her face still beet red. “Thank you” she says quietly “That was so embarrassing”
     
    “No worries”, I assure her “I’ve done it a million times”
     
     
     
    That night, my girlfriend and I are climbing in to bed. She runs her hand over my dick “You know Nicole told me about how you helped her out today… I really appreciate that.”
     
    “You know” she continued “Those lines really were a killer, I got so caught up talking to my old friends after you walked away that I ended up having quite an emergency myself”
     
    I was at full mast immediately, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft “Yeah?” I prodded with a smile “What happened?”
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from Manticore in A quick fantasy   
    I know I have another story in progress, and I assure you it is not being abandoned, I have made progress already on the final chapter, but I couldn’t get this fantasy out of my head, and had to jot it down.
     
    Also want to preface by saying, for exhibition purposes, this short story starts off with me (a male) dealing with my own full bladder, but it is very much a female desperation fantasy.
     
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    The hot sun is beating down. My girlfriend and a group of about 10 of our friends have come to a large outdoor beer festival. We’ve been here for about an hour and a half at this point, and our larger group has temporarily splintered in two. I’m with my girlfriend and another couple, and we’re chatting as we walk along the row of vendors, drinking and seeing what other entertainment is available.
     
    We’re all quite buzzed, and for the last 10 minutes, I’ve been feeling a fullness in my bladder, but have been pushing it off, as surely the rest of the group will be wanting a bathroom break soon. The girl in the other couple mentions she’ll probably need to pee soon, and my girlfriend agrees, but we continue to go from vendor to vendor. It’s starting to get very uncomfortable for me, and as much as I’d love to see the girls hold it a bit longer I’m about to suggest we take our bathroom break when another group approaches us. It’s a group of girls that my girlfriend and her friend knew from school. I can’t wait for this delay, and, following introductions, I mention I’m going to the bathroom, the girls make no move to follow, busily chatting with their friends.
     
    I walk back across the festival toward a row of porta potties. A massive line has formed, thankfully, there are some outdoor urinals set up behind them. I’m tempted to stay for a moment, to see if any of the girls in line are dancing around at all, or have their legs crossed, or look stressed, but I’m at the point that I need to make my own relief a priority.
     
    A moment later and I’ve relieved myself. Feeling like a new man, I step down from the urinal and start to head back, planning to walk slowly by and just glance at the lines. I wonder if I feel should feel guilty about doing this, maybe I should, but I’m not going to stay and leer, just a quick glance.
     
    As I’m about to exit the urinal area, she rushes around a corner so fast we nearly collide. It’s Nicole, one of my girlfriend’s other friends. I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s one of my girlfriends favorite friends. She’s fun loving and kind, but quite private and reserved. She’s usually one of the most well put together and calm people I know, but in this moment she’s looking just a bit disheveled.
     
    Her face is red, her brown bangs sticking to her forehead, clearly she’s been sweating in the summer heat, and drinking beer to cool herself off. She still looks good though, dressed in a cute romper that accentuates her curvy but not fat figure perfectly.
     
    We greet eachother, I ask her what’s up, she asks if there are more bathrooms anywhere, I say I don’t think so.
     
    She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she wants to fill me in on her current dilemma, but it’s pretty obvious and unavoidable at this point, and I suspect the alcohol and desperation have lowered her inhibitions just enough.
     
    “But I reeeeeeeeeally need to use one, and these lines are ridiculous” she says, crossing her legs tightly and looking around. She gestures to a building in the distance, at the edge of the park, not really part of the event. “I think there might be some in that clubhouse over there, but I can’t figure out how to get around this fence”
     
    I look behind me and see the fence in question, a temporary one clearly put up to contain the drunken chaos. “I think you have to go out of here the way we came in” I explain. She gives me a shy smile, obviously not sure where exactly that is at this point. “Here, I’ll walk over there with you”
     
    “Thanksssss” she replies, with a bigger smile.
     
    We begin to make our way back through the festival, she’s walking quickly, almost getting ahead of me at times, clearly trying to hurry me along with her body language. In all the years I’ve known her I’ve never seen her like this. Drunk and dying for a pee, it’s a whole different side.
     
    We get through the front gate in to the lot, we have to stop for a moment to let a car pass, Nicole is stepping back and fourth rapidly next to me, unable to stand still. She lets out a gasp of air as we start moving again. “God I have to pee so bad” She whispers aloud as we make our back around the venue toward the clubhouse, she’s walking slightly hunched over now, a hand plunged in to the front pocket of her romper.
     
    We finally near the clubhouse, and without saying anything, she starts running ahead. I hang back, with no reason to continue to follow her. She reaches the glass doors, grabs the handle and pulls, nothing. She tries the other one, no luck, she tries pushing, that doesn’t work either. The little clubhouse is clearly locked.
     
    She leans against the locked door and buries a hand in her crotch, rapidly bending her knees up and down, up and down.
     
    Getting herself under control, she turns back and sees me watching, and quickly removes her hand, before walking back over to me.
     
    “Locked?” I ask as she approaches “Yes” she gasps “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life.”
     
    We both look around, trying to find a solution, she’s huffing and puffing and has broken out in to a classic peepee dance, twirling around, stepping from foot to foot, slamming her knees together. I have to turn away for a moment to adjust my erection.
     
    “You could squat between the cars” I finally suggest, gesturing to the parking lot behind us. “I’ll keep watch.”
     
    “I can’t in this” she gasps, looking away “I’d have to get completely naked”
     
    I spring in to action, “Back here”.
     
    I lead her toward the back of the club house, she’s bent over so far she can barely walk now. We get around the back, there’s some shrubbery, with a little gap leading to a locked back door.
     
    “There’s obviously no one here today, just go here, I’ll keep watch” I tell her
     
    She whines, looking around, but quickly accepts that she’s out of options. Without a word, she rushes between the hedges, I’m standing just around the corner, feet from her, looking out over the park. I hear the ruffle of her clothes, followed by an absolute blast of pee hitting the pavement. It goes on seemingly forever, I can’t help but give my rock hard dick the quickest rub, nearly cumming in my pants.
     
    Finally she finishes up and takes a moment to put herself together, emerging from behind the bush with her face still beet red. “Thank you” she says quietly “That was so embarrassing”
     
    “No worries”, I assure her “I’ve done it a million times”
     
     
     
    That night, my girlfriend and I are climbing in to bed. She runs her hand over my dick “You know Nicole told me about how you helped her out today… I really appreciate that.”
     
    “You know” she continued “Those lines really were a killer, I got so caught up talking to my old friends after you walked away that I ended up having quite an emergency myself”
     
    I was at full mast immediately, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft “Yeah?” I prodded with a smile “What happened?”
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from drthunder in A Bursting Graduate   
    Bit of an interlude chapter here, rest should be coming soon!
     
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    Anna was once again weaving through the packed halls of her college’s sports arena, trying to get back to her family and, more importantly, the bathroom. Now wearing her cute celebratory outfit, she noticed she was attracting a lot more attention as she squeezed through the crowd than she had been when she was wearing her graduation cap and gown.
     
    She turned the corner and could just see the symbol for the ladies room in the distance when she was suddenly intercepted.
     
    “Anna!” her mom exclaimed.
     
    Well, at least she had found her family, she was just about to hand her bag to them and excuse herself off to the bathroom when she noticed they weren’t alone. Just behind her mother, she saw a familiar face, Professor Jackson. She had taken multiple classes with him over the last four years and they had become quite close, she was happy to see he had apparently found her parents and that they were hitting it off, and after over an hour of boredom and frustration, she finally found something to distract her from increasingly urgent need to get herself over a toilet.
     
    They chatted happily, Anna’s crossed legs and occasional glances at the dwindling line for the ladies room going completely unnoticed to anyone as she pushed her urge to the back of her mind and focused on celebrating her final moments of college as she had promised herself she would do when the ceremony first began.
     
    About 10 minutes or so went by, and the conversation had just seemed to be wrapping up when Anna felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see the smiling face of her friend Zach. She had met him a few months ago through some of her new friends. And while she was hesitant to get caught up in anything serious for obvious reasons, they had hit it off and she had grown quite fond of him. Following some brief introductions and pleasantries between Zach and the family, he turned back to Anna.
     
    “Are you ready to head out?” he asked “The limo is supposed to be leaving in a few minutes.”
     
    She glanced back over at the ladies room line, her bladder immediately reminding her of its presence at the thought of getting in to a car in this state. The line had gone down significantly for sure, but it will still snaking down the hallway, she suspected a lot of her classmates were using it to change, unaware that the locker room was even an option.
     
    She bit her lip in contemplation, just for a brief moment, as a million thoughts ran through her head.
     
    “Yep, let’s go!” She responded with a smile. She reasoned that the restaurant was only about a 10 minute drive away, she’d be on a toilet in 20 minutes at most. She could hold it that long. It would take her at least 10 minutes to use the bathroom here anyway and she was a bit embarrassed at the thought of asking Zach to wait for her or even worse, holding up the group.
     
    She said her goodbyes, and, taking one last longing look at the pink ladies room symbol, followed Zach out in to the parking lot.
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Ashlovesomo in Skirt/nude hold   
    Here's my latest video! I thought I'd incorporate a skirt and nudity into it, as those were the two most popular choices! And people enjoyed the last vid so I wanted to keep something from it!
    I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you wanted or if you wanted more! I'll hopefully be able to understand y'alls taste and what you wanna see soon. Until then, enjoy! 💞🩷
     

    20240326_134037_compressed.mp4    
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Bilingual guy in Biku's art   
    I'm assuming that this new pic is a continuation from the first pic in this comment right? Although, now that I take a closer look at it, the blond girl does look a little different in the 1st picture compared to this one, so I might be wrong. Awesome work regardless.
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Biku in Biku's art   
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to EmeraldWaters in What was your first one that made you realize that you liked omorashi?   
    It always just kind of fascinated me whenever a show would have a pee joke or talk about accidents. I don’t remember how old I was when I was watching iCarly with an episode where, for some reason, this guy would either leak or almost pee anytime he confessed his love to his fiancé. He’d quick run off so it didn’t show it, and I found myself wanting him to actually wet himself. And in the end… he did. 
    Also, when I was about 6 I’d kidnap my dolls and force them to drink many gallons of water, getting more desperate until they wet themselves. Then everyone they’d know come to their holding cell and laugh at them. 
     
     
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to WesternWets in "Already Wet" new free Trina comic (ongoing)   
    Just to clarify, I wasn’t injured, the ordeal just greatly affected my life mentally and financially, and its meant some adjustments to catch up. My day job requires a lot of driving, so in order to stay employed I had to bike every day for work while my truck was getting repaired and now I just have to keep taking a lot of overtime to stay on top of bills. I’m working on some new pages now, and once I get back on a regular schedule I’ll probably be taking commissions to start making money doing what I love again in addition to releasing new comics, as well as some older ones as bundles. Something I was already planning on doing with the Trina collection here. I’ve been bad about treating this as a second job, so now that circumstances are forcing me to have one i wanna make it something I enjoy that will benefit you all as well.
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from desplover69 in A quick fantasy   
    I know I have another story in progress, and I assure you it is not being abandoned, I have made progress already on the final chapter, but I couldn’t get this fantasy out of my head, and had to jot it down.
     
    Also want to preface by saying, for exhibition purposes, this short story starts off with me (a male) dealing with my own full bladder, but it is very much a female desperation fantasy.
     
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    The hot sun is beating down. My girlfriend and a group of about 10 of our friends have come to a large outdoor beer festival. We’ve been here for about an hour and a half at this point, and our larger group has temporarily splintered in two. I’m with my girlfriend and another couple, and we’re chatting as we walk along the row of vendors, drinking and seeing what other entertainment is available.
     
    We’re all quite buzzed, and for the last 10 minutes, I’ve been feeling a fullness in my bladder, but have been pushing it off, as surely the rest of the group will be wanting a bathroom break soon. The girl in the other couple mentions she’ll probably need to pee soon, and my girlfriend agrees, but we continue to go from vendor to vendor. It’s starting to get very uncomfortable for me, and as much as I’d love to see the girls hold it a bit longer I’m about to suggest we take our bathroom break when another group approaches us. It’s a group of girls that my girlfriend and her friend knew from school. I can’t wait for this delay, and, following introductions, I mention I’m going to the bathroom, the girls make no move to follow, busily chatting with their friends.
     
    I walk back across the festival toward a row of porta potties. A massive line has formed, thankfully, there are some outdoor urinals set up behind them. I’m tempted to stay for a moment, to see if any of the girls in line are dancing around at all, or have their legs crossed, or look stressed, but I’m at the point that I need to make my own relief a priority.
     
    A moment later and I’ve relieved myself. Feeling like a new man, I step down from the urinal and start to head back, planning to walk slowly by and just glance at the lines. I wonder if I feel should feel guilty about doing this, maybe I should, but I’m not going to stay and leer, just a quick glance.
     
    As I’m about to exit the urinal area, she rushes around a corner so fast we nearly collide. It’s Nicole, one of my girlfriend’s other friends. I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s one of my girlfriends favorite friends. She’s fun loving and kind, but quite private and reserved. She’s usually one of the most well put together and calm people I know, but in this moment she’s looking just a bit disheveled.
     
    Her face is red, her brown bangs sticking to her forehead, clearly she’s been sweating in the summer heat, and drinking beer to cool herself off. She still looks good though, dressed in a cute romper that accentuates her curvy but not fat figure perfectly.
     
    We greet eachother, I ask her what’s up, she asks if there are more bathrooms anywhere, I say I don’t think so.
     
    She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she wants to fill me in on her current dilemma, but it’s pretty obvious and unavoidable at this point, and I suspect the alcohol and desperation have lowered her inhibitions just enough.
     
    “But I reeeeeeeeeally need to use one, and these lines are ridiculous” she says, crossing her legs tightly and looking around. She gestures to a building in the distance, at the edge of the park, not really part of the event. “I think there might be some in that clubhouse over there, but I can’t figure out how to get around this fence”
     
    I look behind me and see the fence in question, a temporary one clearly put up to contain the drunken chaos. “I think you have to go out of here the way we came in” I explain. She gives me a shy smile, obviously not sure where exactly that is at this point. “Here, I’ll walk over there with you”
     
    “Thanksssss” she replies, with a bigger smile.
     
    We begin to make our way back through the festival, she’s walking quickly, almost getting ahead of me at times, clearly trying to hurry me along with her body language. In all the years I’ve known her I’ve never seen her like this. Drunk and dying for a pee, it’s a whole different side.
     
    We get through the front gate in to the lot, we have to stop for a moment to let a car pass, Nicole is stepping back and fourth rapidly next to me, unable to stand still. She lets out a gasp of air as we start moving again. “God I have to pee so bad” She whispers aloud as we make our back around the venue toward the clubhouse, she’s walking slightly hunched over now, a hand plunged in to the front pocket of her romper.
     
    We finally near the clubhouse, and without saying anything, she starts running ahead. I hang back, with no reason to continue to follow her. She reaches the glass doors, grabs the handle and pulls, nothing. She tries the other one, no luck, she tries pushing, that doesn’t work either. The little clubhouse is clearly locked.
     
    She leans against the locked door and buries a hand in her crotch, rapidly bending her knees up and down, up and down.
     
    Getting herself under control, she turns back and sees me watching, and quickly removes her hand, before walking back over to me.
     
    “Locked?” I ask as she approaches “Yes” she gasps “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life.”
     
    We both look around, trying to find a solution, she’s huffing and puffing and has broken out in to a classic peepee dance, twirling around, stepping from foot to foot, slamming her knees together. I have to turn away for a moment to adjust my erection.
     
    “You could squat between the cars” I finally suggest, gesturing to the parking lot behind us. “I’ll keep watch.”
     
    “I can’t in this” she gasps, looking away “I’d have to get completely naked”
     
    I spring in to action, “Back here”.
     
    I lead her toward the back of the club house, she’s bent over so far she can barely walk now. We get around the back, there’s some shrubbery, with a little gap leading to a locked back door.
     
    “There’s obviously no one here today, just go here, I’ll keep watch” I tell her
     
    She whines, looking around, but quickly accepts that she’s out of options. Without a word, she rushes between the hedges, I’m standing just around the corner, feet from her, looking out over the park. I hear the ruffle of her clothes, followed by an absolute blast of pee hitting the pavement. It goes on seemingly forever, I can’t help but give my rock hard dick the quickest rub, nearly cumming in my pants.
     
    Finally she finishes up and takes a moment to put herself together, emerging from behind the bush with her face still beet red. “Thank you” she says quietly “That was so embarrassing”
     
    “No worries”, I assure her “I’ve done it a million times”
     
     
     
    That night, my girlfriend and I are climbing in to bed. She runs her hand over my dick “You know Nicole told me about how you helped her out today… I really appreciate that.”
     
    “You know” she continued “Those lines really were a killer, I got so caught up talking to my old friends after you walked away that I ended up having quite an emergency myself”
     
    I was at full mast immediately, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft “Yeah?” I prodded with a smile “What happened?”
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from alfeiro in A quick fantasy   
    I know I have another story in progress, and I assure you it is not being abandoned, I have made progress already on the final chapter, but I couldn’t get this fantasy out of my head, and had to jot it down.
     
    Also want to preface by saying, for exhibition purposes, this short story starts off with me (a male) dealing with my own full bladder, but it is very much a female desperation fantasy.
     
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    The hot sun is beating down. My girlfriend and a group of about 10 of our friends have come to a large outdoor beer festival. We’ve been here for about an hour and a half at this point, and our larger group has temporarily splintered in two. I’m with my girlfriend and another couple, and we’re chatting as we walk along the row of vendors, drinking and seeing what other entertainment is available.
     
    We’re all quite buzzed, and for the last 10 minutes, I’ve been feeling a fullness in my bladder, but have been pushing it off, as surely the rest of the group will be wanting a bathroom break soon. The girl in the other couple mentions she’ll probably need to pee soon, and my girlfriend agrees, but we continue to go from vendor to vendor. It’s starting to get very uncomfortable for me, and as much as I’d love to see the girls hold it a bit longer I’m about to suggest we take our bathroom break when another group approaches us. It’s a group of girls that my girlfriend and her friend knew from school. I can’t wait for this delay, and, following introductions, I mention I’m going to the bathroom, the girls make no move to follow, busily chatting with their friends.
     
    I walk back across the festival toward a row of porta potties. A massive line has formed, thankfully, there are some outdoor urinals set up behind them. I’m tempted to stay for a moment, to see if any of the girls in line are dancing around at all, or have their legs crossed, or look stressed, but I’m at the point that I need to make my own relief a priority.
     
    A moment later and I’ve relieved myself. Feeling like a new man, I step down from the urinal and start to head back, planning to walk slowly by and just glance at the lines. I wonder if I feel should feel guilty about doing this, maybe I should, but I’m not going to stay and leer, just a quick glance.
     
    As I’m about to exit the urinal area, she rushes around a corner so fast we nearly collide. It’s Nicole, one of my girlfriend’s other friends. I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s one of my girlfriends favorite friends. She’s fun loving and kind, but quite private and reserved. She’s usually one of the most well put together and calm people I know, but in this moment she’s looking just a bit disheveled.
     
    Her face is red, her brown bangs sticking to her forehead, clearly she’s been sweating in the summer heat, and drinking beer to cool herself off. She still looks good though, dressed in a cute romper that accentuates her curvy but not fat figure perfectly.
     
    We greet eachother, I ask her what’s up, she asks if there are more bathrooms anywhere, I say I don’t think so.
     
    She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she wants to fill me in on her current dilemma, but it’s pretty obvious and unavoidable at this point, and I suspect the alcohol and desperation have lowered her inhibitions just enough.
     
    “But I reeeeeeeeeally need to use one, and these lines are ridiculous” she says, crossing her legs tightly and looking around. She gestures to a building in the distance, at the edge of the park, not really part of the event. “I think there might be some in that clubhouse over there, but I can’t figure out how to get around this fence”
     
    I look behind me and see the fence in question, a temporary one clearly put up to contain the drunken chaos. “I think you have to go out of here the way we came in” I explain. She gives me a shy smile, obviously not sure where exactly that is at this point. “Here, I’ll walk over there with you”
     
    “Thanksssss” she replies, with a bigger smile.
     
    We begin to make our way back through the festival, she’s walking quickly, almost getting ahead of me at times, clearly trying to hurry me along with her body language. In all the years I’ve known her I’ve never seen her like this. Drunk and dying for a pee, it’s a whole different side.
     
    We get through the front gate in to the lot, we have to stop for a moment to let a car pass, Nicole is stepping back and fourth rapidly next to me, unable to stand still. She lets out a gasp of air as we start moving again. “God I have to pee so bad” She whispers aloud as we make our back around the venue toward the clubhouse, she’s walking slightly hunched over now, a hand plunged in to the front pocket of her romper.
     
    We finally near the clubhouse, and without saying anything, she starts running ahead. I hang back, with no reason to continue to follow her. She reaches the glass doors, grabs the handle and pulls, nothing. She tries the other one, no luck, she tries pushing, that doesn’t work either. The little clubhouse is clearly locked.
     
    She leans against the locked door and buries a hand in her crotch, rapidly bending her knees up and down, up and down.
     
    Getting herself under control, she turns back and sees me watching, and quickly removes her hand, before walking back over to me.
     
    “Locked?” I ask as she approaches “Yes” she gasps “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life.”
     
    We both look around, trying to find a solution, she’s huffing and puffing and has broken out in to a classic peepee dance, twirling around, stepping from foot to foot, slamming her knees together. I have to turn away for a moment to adjust my erection.
     
    “You could squat between the cars” I finally suggest, gesturing to the parking lot behind us. “I’ll keep watch.”
     
    “I can’t in this” she gasps, looking away “I’d have to get completely naked”
     
    I spring in to action, “Back here”.
     
    I lead her toward the back of the club house, she’s bent over so far she can barely walk now. We get around the back, there’s some shrubbery, with a little gap leading to a locked back door.
     
    “There’s obviously no one here today, just go here, I’ll keep watch” I tell her
     
    She whines, looking around, but quickly accepts that she’s out of options. Without a word, she rushes between the hedges, I’m standing just around the corner, feet from her, looking out over the park. I hear the ruffle of her clothes, followed by an absolute blast of pee hitting the pavement. It goes on seemingly forever, I can’t help but give my rock hard dick the quickest rub, nearly cumming in my pants.
     
    Finally she finishes up and takes a moment to put herself together, emerging from behind the bush with her face still beet red. “Thank you” she says quietly “That was so embarrassing”
     
    “No worries”, I assure her “I’ve done it a million times”
     
     
     
    That night, my girlfriend and I are climbing in to bed. She runs her hand over my dick “You know Nicole told me about how you helped her out today… I really appreciate that.”
     
    “You know” she continued “Those lines really were a killer, I got so caught up talking to my old friends after you walked away that I ended up having quite an emergency myself”
     
    I was at full mast immediately, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft “Yeah?” I prodded with a smile “What happened?”
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from COCOabeanz in A quick fantasy   
    I know I have another story in progress, and I assure you it is not being abandoned, I have made progress already on the final chapter, but I couldn’t get this fantasy out of my head, and had to jot it down.
     
    Also want to preface by saying, for exhibition purposes, this short story starts off with me (a male) dealing with my own full bladder, but it is very much a female desperation fantasy.
     
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    The hot sun is beating down. My girlfriend and a group of about 10 of our friends have come to a large outdoor beer festival. We’ve been here for about an hour and a half at this point, and our larger group has temporarily splintered in two. I’m with my girlfriend and another couple, and we’re chatting as we walk along the row of vendors, drinking and seeing what other entertainment is available.
     
    We’re all quite buzzed, and for the last 10 minutes, I’ve been feeling a fullness in my bladder, but have been pushing it off, as surely the rest of the group will be wanting a bathroom break soon. The girl in the other couple mentions she’ll probably need to pee soon, and my girlfriend agrees, but we continue to go from vendor to vendor. It’s starting to get very uncomfortable for me, and as much as I’d love to see the girls hold it a bit longer I’m about to suggest we take our bathroom break when another group approaches us. It’s a group of girls that my girlfriend and her friend knew from school. I can’t wait for this delay, and, following introductions, I mention I’m going to the bathroom, the girls make no move to follow, busily chatting with their friends.
     
    I walk back across the festival toward a row of porta potties. A massive line has formed, thankfully, there are some outdoor urinals set up behind them. I’m tempted to stay for a moment, to see if any of the girls in line are dancing around at all, or have their legs crossed, or look stressed, but I’m at the point that I need to make my own relief a priority.
     
    A moment later and I’ve relieved myself. Feeling like a new man, I step down from the urinal and start to head back, planning to walk slowly by and just glance at the lines. I wonder if I feel should feel guilty about doing this, maybe I should, but I’m not going to stay and leer, just a quick glance.
     
    As I’m about to exit the urinal area, she rushes around a corner so fast we nearly collide. It’s Nicole, one of my girlfriend’s other friends. I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s one of my girlfriends favorite friends. She’s fun loving and kind, but quite private and reserved. She’s usually one of the most well put together and calm people I know, but in this moment she’s looking just a bit disheveled.
     
    Her face is red, her brown bangs sticking to her forehead, clearly she’s been sweating in the summer heat, and drinking beer to cool herself off. She still looks good though, dressed in a cute romper that accentuates her curvy but not fat figure perfectly.
     
    We greet eachother, I ask her what’s up, she asks if there are more bathrooms anywhere, I say I don’t think so.
     
    She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she wants to fill me in on her current dilemma, but it’s pretty obvious and unavoidable at this point, and I suspect the alcohol and desperation have lowered her inhibitions just enough.
     
    “But I reeeeeeeeeally need to use one, and these lines are ridiculous” she says, crossing her legs tightly and looking around. She gestures to a building in the distance, at the edge of the park, not really part of the event. “I think there might be some in that clubhouse over there, but I can’t figure out how to get around this fence”
     
    I look behind me and see the fence in question, a temporary one clearly put up to contain the drunken chaos. “I think you have to go out of here the way we came in” I explain. She gives me a shy smile, obviously not sure where exactly that is at this point. “Here, I’ll walk over there with you”
     
    “Thanksssss” she replies, with a bigger smile.
     
    We begin to make our way back through the festival, she’s walking quickly, almost getting ahead of me at times, clearly trying to hurry me along with her body language. In all the years I’ve known her I’ve never seen her like this. Drunk and dying for a pee, it’s a whole different side.
     
    We get through the front gate in to the lot, we have to stop for a moment to let a car pass, Nicole is stepping back and fourth rapidly next to me, unable to stand still. She lets out a gasp of air as we start moving again. “God I have to pee so bad” She whispers aloud as we make our back around the venue toward the clubhouse, she’s walking slightly hunched over now, a hand plunged in to the front pocket of her romper.
     
    We finally near the clubhouse, and without saying anything, she starts running ahead. I hang back, with no reason to continue to follow her. She reaches the glass doors, grabs the handle and pulls, nothing. She tries the other one, no luck, she tries pushing, that doesn’t work either. The little clubhouse is clearly locked.
     
    She leans against the locked door and buries a hand in her crotch, rapidly bending her knees up and down, up and down.
     
    Getting herself under control, she turns back and sees me watching, and quickly removes her hand, before walking back over to me.
     
    “Locked?” I ask as she approaches “Yes” she gasps “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life.”
     
    We both look around, trying to find a solution, she’s huffing and puffing and has broken out in to a classic peepee dance, twirling around, stepping from foot to foot, slamming her knees together. I have to turn away for a moment to adjust my erection.
     
    “You could squat between the cars” I finally suggest, gesturing to the parking lot behind us. “I’ll keep watch.”
     
    “I can’t in this” she gasps, looking away “I’d have to get completely naked”
     
    I spring in to action, “Back here”.
     
    I lead her toward the back of the club house, she’s bent over so far she can barely walk now. We get around the back, there’s some shrubbery, with a little gap leading to a locked back door.
     
    “There’s obviously no one here today, just go here, I’ll keep watch” I tell her
     
    She whines, looking around, but quickly accepts that she’s out of options. Without a word, she rushes between the hedges, I’m standing just around the corner, feet from her, looking out over the park. I hear the ruffle of her clothes, followed by an absolute blast of pee hitting the pavement. It goes on seemingly forever, I can’t help but give my rock hard dick the quickest rub, nearly cumming in my pants.
     
    Finally she finishes up and takes a moment to put herself together, emerging from behind the bush with her face still beet red. “Thank you” she says quietly “That was so embarrassing”
     
    “No worries”, I assure her “I’ve done it a million times”
     
     
     
    That night, my girlfriend and I are climbing in to bed. She runs her hand over my dick “You know Nicole told me about how you helped her out today… I really appreciate that.”
     
    “You know” she continued “Those lines really were a killer, I got so caught up talking to my old friends after you walked away that I ended up having quite an emergency myself”
     
    I was at full mast immediately, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft “Yeah?” I prodded with a smile “What happened?”
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Apan in Sifting through the ore of entries past - so you don't have to [Wetset archives]   
    I won't even bother checking how long overdue this update is, but here we are. No particular order on these.
     
    https://web.archive.org/web/20120214192734/http://wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/2803.htm - Business lady desperate in a taxi in London.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20020923064908/http://wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/82582.htm - Girl stuck in a lift in an office together with a bloke who delays her by pressing multiple buttons in the lift.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20021222102015/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/94205.htm - Most certainly a fantasy story. A guy telling about encountering a desperate girl on the subway who ends up wetting herself.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20040821020155/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/122959.htm - Another fantasy, and not half bad although it could have done with a bit more buildup. A girl telling about her date during which she was too shy to admit her urgent need for the bathroom during a drive to the movies. She makes it until they arrive but ends up pissing herself before reaching the theatre.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20040817204448/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/122646.htm - A girl is desperate on a plane and tries to get up and get to the toilet during takeoff several times but is sent back to her seat by the attendant.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20040916231605/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/124746.htm- Guy waiting for a gas station toilet to be vacated when a desperate girl comes in. She is apparently about to lose it so she asks to be let ahead when the toilet becomes free. After a little while she panics and runs outside.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20041022205125/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/125368.htm - A guy encountering a woman walking awkwardly on the street at the very brink of wetting herself. No desperation scenario depicted, only a multi-faceted wetting sequence in great detail.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20041023022143/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/125249.htm - A girl is out on a boat trip with two guys and needs the toilet. They get off the boat at one point where there's a café where she reckons she can go but it's shut down for the moment. They all get back onto the boat and sets off back to where they came from. She gets increasingly desperate and suffers in silence until they are almost there - then she eventually loses it.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20041023014317/http://wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/125923.htm - Teacher wetting herself during a drama class due to laughing too hard.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20041216133623/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/128323.htm - Fictional story about a girl who is bursting at the hairdresser, is delayed by the male stylist there, tries to find a public toilet aftewards but it's closed, takes a cab to her home where she tries to get into the bathroom. Not very good and massively unrealistic and drawn-out in places that don't call for it.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20041216133643/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/128330.htm - Story, possibly fiction albeit realistic, about a guy encountering a desperate woman in the elevator up to his apartment. She discovers that she lost her keys and has to resort to borrow his bathroom. Ensues in a thrilling 'almost made it' conclusion.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20040821021718/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/123215.htm - This one is so hot! Such a shame she didn't bother to elaborate more about the details and the lead-up to the conclusion. Basically, an office lady growing desperate during a meeting but too shy to leave for the toilet. Afterwards, she leaves with her male bosses, hoping to find a toilet in the lobby but discovers there are none. During the walk from the office building she's about to piss herself and rushes into a nearby bank, asking to use their staff bathroom.
    https://web.archive.org/web/20031206220654/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/114766.htm - Even hotter, if only for the incredibly detailed depiction of her ordeal. A woman telling about getting incredibly desperate during a ride home on the tube after a kick-off meeting at work. She tries to find somewhere to relieve herself but fails to do so and ends up on a train which just so happens to grind to a halt halfway through. 
    https://web.archive.org/web/20040821020458/http://www.wetset.net/watersports-bbs/messages/123005.htm - And another hot one! A girl telling about a long exam during which she was desperate even to begin with and just gets more and more desperate. She eventually raises her hand and asks the teacher to be excused but is told she has to wait another 50 minutes.
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from luckymel in A quick fantasy   
    I know I have another story in progress, and I assure you it is not being abandoned, I have made progress already on the final chapter, but I couldn’t get this fantasy out of my head, and had to jot it down.
     
    Also want to preface by saying, for exhibition purposes, this short story starts off with me (a male) dealing with my own full bladder, but it is very much a female desperation fantasy.
     
    ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     
    The hot sun is beating down. My girlfriend and a group of about 10 of our friends have come to a large outdoor beer festival. We’ve been here for about an hour and a half at this point, and our larger group has temporarily splintered in two. I’m with my girlfriend and another couple, and we’re chatting as we walk along the row of vendors, drinking and seeing what other entertainment is available.
     
    We’re all quite buzzed, and for the last 10 minutes, I’ve been feeling a fullness in my bladder, but have been pushing it off, as surely the rest of the group will be wanting a bathroom break soon. The girl in the other couple mentions she’ll probably need to pee soon, and my girlfriend agrees, but we continue to go from vendor to vendor. It’s starting to get very uncomfortable for me, and as much as I’d love to see the girls hold it a bit longer I’m about to suggest we take our bathroom break when another group approaches us. It’s a group of girls that my girlfriend and her friend knew from school. I can’t wait for this delay, and, following introductions, I mention I’m going to the bathroom, the girls make no move to follow, busily chatting with their friends.
     
    I walk back across the festival toward a row of porta potties. A massive line has formed, thankfully, there are some outdoor urinals set up behind them. I’m tempted to stay for a moment, to see if any of the girls in line are dancing around at all, or have their legs crossed, or look stressed, but I’m at the point that I need to make my own relief a priority.
     
    A moment later and I’ve relieved myself. Feeling like a new man, I step down from the urinal and start to head back, planning to walk slowly by and just glance at the lines. I wonder if I feel should feel guilty about doing this, maybe I should, but I’m not going to stay and leer, just a quick glance.
     
    As I’m about to exit the urinal area, she rushes around a corner so fast we nearly collide. It’s Nicole, one of my girlfriend’s other friends. I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s one of my girlfriends favorite friends. She’s fun loving and kind, but quite private and reserved. She’s usually one of the most well put together and calm people I know, but in this moment she’s looking just a bit disheveled.
     
    Her face is red, her brown bangs sticking to her forehead, clearly she’s been sweating in the summer heat, and drinking beer to cool herself off. She still looks good though, dressed in a cute romper that accentuates her curvy but not fat figure perfectly.
     
    We greet eachother, I ask her what’s up, she asks if there are more bathrooms anywhere, I say I don’t think so.
     
    She hesitates for a moment, debating whether she wants to fill me in on her current dilemma, but it’s pretty obvious and unavoidable at this point, and I suspect the alcohol and desperation have lowered her inhibitions just enough.
     
    “But I reeeeeeeeeally need to use one, and these lines are ridiculous” she says, crossing her legs tightly and looking around. She gestures to a building in the distance, at the edge of the park, not really part of the event. “I think there might be some in that clubhouse over there, but I can’t figure out how to get around this fence”
     
    I look behind me and see the fence in question, a temporary one clearly put up to contain the drunken chaos. “I think you have to go out of here the way we came in” I explain. She gives me a shy smile, obviously not sure where exactly that is at this point. “Here, I’ll walk over there with you”
     
    “Thanksssss” she replies, with a bigger smile.
     
    We begin to make our way back through the festival, she’s walking quickly, almost getting ahead of me at times, clearly trying to hurry me along with her body language. In all the years I’ve known her I’ve never seen her like this. Drunk and dying for a pee, it’s a whole different side.
     
    We get through the front gate in to the lot, we have to stop for a moment to let a car pass, Nicole is stepping back and fourth rapidly next to me, unable to stand still. She lets out a gasp of air as we start moving again. “God I have to pee so bad” She whispers aloud as we make our back around the venue toward the clubhouse, she’s walking slightly hunched over now, a hand plunged in to the front pocket of her romper.
     
    We finally near the clubhouse, and without saying anything, she starts running ahead. I hang back, with no reason to continue to follow her. She reaches the glass doors, grabs the handle and pulls, nothing. She tries the other one, no luck, she tries pushing, that doesn’t work either. The little clubhouse is clearly locked.
     
    She leans against the locked door and buries a hand in her crotch, rapidly bending her knees up and down, up and down.
     
    Getting herself under control, she turns back and sees me watching, and quickly removes her hand, before walking back over to me.
     
    “Locked?” I ask as she approaches “Yes” she gasps “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I’ve never had to pee this bad in my life.”
     
    We both look around, trying to find a solution, she’s huffing and puffing and has broken out in to a classic peepee dance, twirling around, stepping from foot to foot, slamming her knees together. I have to turn away for a moment to adjust my erection.
     
    “You could squat between the cars” I finally suggest, gesturing to the parking lot behind us. “I’ll keep watch.”
     
    “I can’t in this” she gasps, looking away “I’d have to get completely naked”
     
    I spring in to action, “Back here”.
     
    I lead her toward the back of the club house, she’s bent over so far she can barely walk now. We get around the back, there’s some shrubbery, with a little gap leading to a locked back door.
     
    “There’s obviously no one here today, just go here, I’ll keep watch” I tell her
     
    She whines, looking around, but quickly accepts that she’s out of options. Without a word, she rushes between the hedges, I’m standing just around the corner, feet from her, looking out over the park. I hear the ruffle of her clothes, followed by an absolute blast of pee hitting the pavement. It goes on seemingly forever, I can’t help but give my rock hard dick the quickest rub, nearly cumming in my pants.
     
    Finally she finishes up and takes a moment to put herself together, emerging from behind the bush with her face still beet red. “Thank you” she says quietly “That was so embarrassing”
     
    “No worries”, I assure her “I’ve done it a million times”
     
     
     
    That night, my girlfriend and I are climbing in to bed. She runs her hand over my dick “You know Nicole told me about how you helped her out today… I really appreciate that.”
     
    “You know” she continued “Those lines really were a killer, I got so caught up talking to my old friends after you walked away that I ended up having quite an emergency myself”
     
    I was at full mast immediately, as she wrapped her hand around my shaft “Yeah?” I prodded with a smile “What happened?”
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Apan in Tricia's trial   
    Part 4
    The two taxi cabs snaked their way through the city surprisingly smooth as the worst of the lunch rush had died down. No one was more thankful over this than Tricia, sitting in the backseat between Mary-Anne and Herbert, doing everything in her might not to move about. Her by now very full bladder left her no rest though, aching, pulsating, throbbing and constantly urging for release. She sat with her pantyhose-clad knees tight together, constantly tensing and releasing her thighs to try and stimulate her muscles to keep on holding back the ocean inside her. She slided her hands back and forth on top of her skirt as she counted the minutes until they finally would arrive at the courthouse. 12:45 and counting. Considering how her opportunities thus far for reaching a restroom had been so cruelly and untimely thwarted, she became more and more concerned and worried that she wouldn't be able to nip off to one this time either before the court proceedings. She convinced herself over and over that that simply wasn't an option - there just had to be restrooms in the vicinity of where they were heading once inside, in the lobby, along the corridor, outside the courtroom, of course there would be restrooms easily available!
    But as they approached the courthouse, she couldn't help but freak out slightly over the fact that as far as all the others were concerned, she had just been to the restroom at the restaurant. This meant she had to either discreetly sneak away on her own or come up with a plausible excuse for a quick visit to the ladies' that didn't suggest having a pee - which she obviously already had had. Or she could simply own up to not having been able to go at the restaurant - again the sensible thing to do, of which she was painfully aware - but why didn't she go earlier then? I don't know. You've had all morning to take a bathroom break! I know! So why didn't you? I don't know!!! God, she felt so stupid, and the fact that she hadn't owned up to it immediately as they left the restaurant but instead continued biting her tounge made her feel even more stupid. And the more she waited, the more stupid - and desperate - she would become! Damnit damnit damnit! Why did she have to be so incredibly self-conscious?!
    12:55 and the cabs turned onto the parking lot outside the courthouse. Mary-Anne took care of the payment as the remainder clambered out of the cars. Tricia had but one objective in sight - immediately finding the restrooms, because by now she was really running out of time! Her bladder pounded, begging for release but she managed to stealthily squeeze her thighs together as she stood among the others while waiting for Mary-Anne to join them inside. The team entered the court building and Tricia immediately scanned the lobby for any signs of a facility as they strode across the floor. All of them marched on with Mary-Anne taking the lead towards the wide hallway leading to the main court hall with a swift enough pace to deny Tricia any chance to spot any restroom signs in the lobby area. As the group made their way through the hallway, she hoped and prayed for at least one of them to excuse themselves and look for the restrooms that still refused to reveal themselves along the way.
    But apparently everyone else were fine. Tricia was the only one needing a toilet, the only one in the group in such disgraceful need and acute discomfort. Everyone else were just fine while she was literally in danger of soon having an accident in her tight busineess skirt in front of her colleagues and other professionals, and none of them were any the wiser! 12:58 and they arrived outside the courtroom. She had to say something before entering, she just had to! Her heart beat like a hammer, sweat actually breaking forth in her forehead and a cold gust surged through her whole body, almost making her feel sick for a moment. Say it. Say it. Say it. Just say it. Just excuse yourself, go to the bathroom and it will all be over! Just say it goddamnit!!!
    "Good, we made it just in time, didn't we?", Mary-Anne jovially announced as the team started following her through the open door into the courtoom.
    SAY IT, PLEASE SAY IT FOR GOD'S SAKE SAY IT!!!!!!!
    Tricia's breath became short and shallow as she unwillingly found herself autopiloting amongst her colleagues into the courtroom and towards the third bench row from the front. Her eyes darted around the room almost instinctively as if trying to find an escape route but soon she found herself inching inwards the row with Mary-Anne in front and the rest of the team behind her, ending up more or less in the middle with five of her colleagues on her left. Her bladder was fuller than ever and ached inside her abdomen as she reluctantly placed herself on the wooden bench, desperate, defeated and in total disbelief that she had managed to end up in such a horrible situation!
    She immediately clenched her legs together as she felt a spasm surge through her lower parts. She could feel the liquid pushing against her sphincter as she as stealthily as possible rocked back and forth on the wooden seat. She looked around the courtroom and towards the front as the clock struck 13:00. The room buzzed with random voices of lawyers, prosecutors, defendants, plaintiffs and other audience members. The judge, a sten-looking woman with grey hair and tiny black-rimmed glasses resting on the tip of her nose, still hadn't announced anything. Maybe, maybe if she acted quickly, Tricia could excuse herself and rid herself of her immense desperation before it all started. For a split second she tried to focus all the courage she could possibly muster. Just say it! It was on the very tip of her tounge; excuse me, could I just - 
    "Order in the court!"
    With those words and a strike of the wooden hammer, the judge then opened the hearing session. This was it. Tricia was trapped, sat right in the middle of the row with a throbbing bladder still expanding to contain the slow but steady stream of liquid from her kidneys, doomed to wait until a break was announced. Her desperation had now surpassed anything she had experienced ever before in her life. This was now untreaded territory. She had no reference point as of how long she had left before her bladder would give in once and for all. And she would be in a courtroom, all dressed up in her open-collared blouse, tight-fitting pencil skirt and dark brown pantyhose, surrounded by her colleagues and maybe 50 other people when she would find out. There was a very good chance that they all in due time would find the court proceedings interrupted by a muffled hiss and an increasing pitter-patter along with the faint musty smell of hot urine, and she would be the cause of it, and she knew it! Not that she ever had had an accident herself but she could clearly remember other girls having accidents in class during her schooldays on a couple of occasions. She remembered exactly what it looked, sounded and smelled like, and how totally devastated they had been, and now she could be next - only she was supposedly an adult professional at that! The mere thought made her freak out inwardly and another icy gust ran through her body, causing her to momentarily twist herself into a taut corkscrew before somewhat regaining a normal sitting position.
    "Calm down, remember you're not expected to account for anything in this case", Mary-Anne whispered, obviously noticing something seemed to be amiss with her young professional colleague. "You just have to pay attention and take note of the most important bits."
    Tricia nodded meekly, feeling her face flush as she did a gargantuan effort to sit still. But her bladder pounded on beneath her tight skirt, taunting her abdominal muscles enough for her to having to writhe around on the bench in order not to give in to the dreaded flood. Oh god, it hurt, it hurt so much! A dull aching pain lingering on inside her lower body, constantly signalling for an urgent release. But the outer circumstances held no quarter - several layers of tight clothing, a wooden bench, tons of people, tons of formality, tons of decorum, the risk of being scolded like a little child, the risk of getting fired, an untold amount of time and an untold distance from the nearest restroom. She had no choice but to keep her dam ports firmly shut for god knows how much longer, however painful.
    ---
    The first hearing then commenced. One of the representatives for the plaintiff stepped into the interrogation dock as the prosecutor began enquiring about the data leak. Meanwhile, Tricia sat in absolute agony equipped with a writing-pad and a pen, trying to focus in on whatever important details might come up during the interrogation. Her by now rock-hard bladder constantly reminded her that she was now living on borrowed time - there was only so much room inside to store the perpetual refilling of urine and once it was all used up it would come out, regardless of whether or not she was sat on a toilet, and she knew it! As she still didn't dare squirming around too much if she could help it, she constantly curled her toes inside her heels in order to convince her lower body that at least some movement was going on in order to keep her sphincter shut. But the massive dam of urine pushed and pushed and it was only a matter of time before it would manage to escape. Whatever that particular amount of time was, she prayed over and over that the time left until the upcoming break wouldn't exceed it.
    The interrogation trudged on as the representative constantly tripped over his own logic while trying to lay down the timeline of the events surrounding the data leak. Had she not been in the situation she was now, Tricia would probably have allowed herself a light-hearted pun that there was about to be a much greater data leak right here in the courtroom, but as it was, there was absolutely nothing light-hearted about the severity of her ongoing struggle. She would have given anything for there to be but a mere leak to fear, but she was all too aware that a literal flash-flood was a more apt analogy. And on top of it all, the staggering cross-examination with that half-wit in the booth seemed to drag on forever, leaving even the prosecutor visibly frustrated while some of the attorneys listened in disbelief.
    Again, had she not been in this situation, Tricia would have revelled in the poor testimony on part of the plaintiff, meaning the case against Moresoft might even barely take off. But she was, so she didn't. Nothing of what was being said made any sense and neither did the occasional note she made on her pad in order to conceal her emergency. She slid back and forth on the wooden bench with her hand pressing through the front of her tight skirt while shielding it with the writing pad, but the skirt was of course too tight to provide any yield for her desperately clawing left hand. She gave up and looked around the room for no particular reason, her eyes almost glazing over. A surge of immense desperation shot through her body, causing her to swiftly return her hand underneath the pad, pressing down through her skirt against the inside of her thigh while pinching her knees tightly together to withstand the looming catastrophy. This was absolute agony - it hurt so much, and still she couldn't do anything about it AND she had to conceal it on top of that!
    Eventually, after about half an hour, the prosecutor was done with his cross-examination of the first representative. Of course this was by no means heralding an upcoming break - that would have been too good to be true - and in place of the prosecutor came one of the attorneys, pleading on behalf of Moresoft. Tricia sat crossing and re-crossing her legs one way and the other while rocking back and forth on the bench, constantly clenching her thighs against each other beneath her tightly stretched skirt. It felt like her whole inside was swimming with urine by now and she had all but given up on making sense of her own notes, haphazardly scribbling down scattered phrases in passing in order to at least try and distract herself, if only ever so slightly. But the pressure was constant. Over and over again she fels her sphincter almost giving up, just about starting to loosen up from exhaustion and commencing the fatal flood, but against all odds, she managed to squirm herself shut every time, twisting from side to side.
    The attorney continued grilling the by now even more incoherent representative who only made the case look more and more ridiculous on part of the plaintiff. Judging by his hobbling account, it became apparent that the data leak had been caused by bad practices on part of the customer and could likely have been prevented simply by some basic internal security training of the staff, something that seemingly hadn't been undertaken. Mary-Anne was totally revelling in what looked like a soon-to-be over routine legal endeavour and couldn't help but smirking at the ineptitude of the representative. If the remainder of the case continued in the same vein, this would be but a walk in the park.
    But none of this did anything to help poor Tricia, now 45 minutes into the session and more bursting than ever. Her breathing was short and shallow as her swollen bladder simply couldn't accomodate her normally expanding lungs. She sat counting the minutes, nay seconds, towards what simply had to be an upcoming break. Her tightened waistband dug into her abdomen, adding to the immense pressure. It hurt, oh it hurt so much, and it wouldn't go away. She could do nothing about it except suffering in quiet desperation, waiting and waiting and waiting for the break that never seemed to come! Please be done, please stop talking, please have had enough, he doesn't know what he's talking about, there's no need to continue, can't these people see that there is absolutely no need to continue, PLEEEEEASEEEEE GIVE UP AND CALL FOR A BREAK, PLEEEAAAAASSSEEEEEE!!!!!
    ---
    Then, as if the gods finally relented and shone a little light on the miserable young law expert - the attorney wound up his interrogation after yet another 15 minutes. 
    "No more questions, your honour", he said as he returned to his seat in the front row, leaving the clearly exhausted representative to step down from the booth with a feebleminded expression on his face.
    This had to be it. Tricia sat in anticipation like she never had experienced before. The judge rustled around with her papers on the rostrum, not saying a word, not revealing any particular emotion. Tricia had one hand pressing down on the bench just behind her, all prepared to shoot up and make a beeline for the nearest restroom. She still had no idea where they were but she convinced herself they had to be nearby. She would casually ask Mary-Anne as she got up, just a brief mention in passing about freshening up, no big deal whatsoever, no one would be any the wiser about her absolute emergency. Because an emergency it was; her overfilled bladder stretched out far beyond anything she had ever felt before, pulsating, aching, throbbing, constantly trying to empty out gallons of hot urine. At least it felt like gallons, looming like a dam's worth of water supply, pressuring against the slowly faltering concrete, threatening to drown the village in an absolutely catastrophic flood, only this time it was her skirt, pantyhose and dignity that were in absolute jeopardy!
    The seconds snailed on as the slow rise of the murmuring across the courtroom underlined the momentarily vague atmosphere that forecasted an upcoming break. Tricia sat upright, still supporting her body with her right hand against the bench, somewhat alleviating the constant pressure from her bladder. The judge was silently exchanging words with someone on her right. Break, break, break, break, please, break!!!!! Tricia's heart beat like a jackhammer as she sat swaying her crossed legs from side to side, trying to convince her bladder to please calm down for just another moment and you will be emptied, I promise! 
    "So, it's 2:05 PM...", the judge then announced. Tricia zoned in on her with every ounce of attention she could muster. This was it. Her double-crossed legs vibrated with tension...
    "...we will call the next witness." the judge continued indifferently.
    Nonono. Not now, break first. Right? RIGHT???!!!!
    "Mr. Callaway, if you would step up to the witness stand, please."
    BREAK! PAUSE! RECESS! NOT THIS, NOT NOW, PLEASE, PLEAAAAASEEEEEE!!!!!
    But the called for mr. Callaway, another representative of the plaintiff, casually sat down in the interrogation dock, blissfully unaware of the total misery he was part in causing the pretty young woman sitting amongst the Moresoft people, looking absolutely devastated. Tricia's eyes beamed with disappointment and anxiety as she brokenheartedly stared towards the front of the room in disbelief, realizing to her absolute horror that there would be another round before anyone inside the room would be granted any break. She panted and shivered in fear of what this meant, briefly twisting her body as she uncrossed her legs only to re-cross them again the other way for the millionth time. She hid her hand underneath her notepad again as she had to press it hard against her stretched skirt in order to aid her poor exhausted abdomen in staving off the flood that once again threatened to exit her body into her tight skirt.
    The second interrogation then commenced, just as before with the prosecutor taking the first round with the representative. It soon became apparent that Mr. Callaway was way more cerebral and well-spoken than his predecessor, and the process of untangling the circumstances around the data leak went significantly smoother than before. Mary-Anne watched and listened with the slightest sense of looming defeat, albeit still convinced of Moresoft's upper hand in the matter. Meanwhile, Tricia struggled harder than ever to hide her absolute emergency from her surrounding colleagues, constantly counting each step of the second hand on the big clock on the wall at the front. The minute hand seemed to stand still and the hour hand almost seemed like it was going backwards. The fact that this the second interrogation went by way smoother than the previous one didn't go amiss, but it was hard to feel any sense of relief as there still was no telling just how much longer it would be.
    Should I say something? Should I speak up? Is it okay to speak up? Is it okay to interrupt? If there's an emergency it should be okay, right? They can't be mad at me for doing so, right? Who should I address? There has to be a procedure for when someone is literally about to piss themselves, right? I can't be the first person in the history of court proceedings, right? RIGHT???
    ---
    It had now been about 15 minutes since the start of the second round. Tricia's abdomen was literally going numb by this point. Her legs were no longer crossed, instead grinding against each other, one knee over the other in turns as she twisted around on the bench, biting her lip, breathing shallowly. She sat waiting in vain for the session to end, or at least interlude, but despite the flow of the well-spoken representative's answers and laying out, the prosecutor seemed to constantly seek out more and more convoluted rabbit-holes to dive into during the interrogation. At least it seemed so to Tricia, almost as if he was deliberately wielding his power to delay some poor desperate girl in this room in order to make her having an accident! A silly thought for any sane person, but she was so incredibly desperate and frustrated that she was in no position to think rationally at the moment.
    20 minutes. Will there be a break before the attorney's turn? Even if there wasn't, maybe she could get a word in and sneak out? Her bladder was so incredibly full it felt she would burst at any moment now. Light years beyond any previous desperation level in her life, it almost felt like her entire body was filled up with hot urine. Her poor abdomen ached like nothing else, her rock-hard bladder no longer pulsating but actually constantly pushing in every direction inside her. She started panicking even more as she felt the massive ocean of urine almost managing to escape her sphincter. Still trapped, still fully clothed, still no idea where the restrooms were and - most importantly - still no idea when the break would be! No safety net, nothing left to cling on to apart from repeating silently to herself that she had to ask to be excused once the prosecutor was done with mr. Callaway.
    25 minutes. They had to be done at the half hour mark, they just had to! Her body started cramping, causing her to quickly double-cross her legs again as she almost felt the contents of her bladder enter her urethra. Just a few more minutes, please wind up, please wind up, please! Oh god, this was an absolute nightmare. She squeezed her thighs tightly together as she writhed around, feeling a literal surge through her body. She briefly held herself up with her hand against the seat and looked nervously around the room, causing her colleague to her left to cast a curious look her way. Embarrassed as hell, she blushed and tried to calm herself down, but as she did, another surge shot through her body almost as if protesting, warning her that this was no time to calm down - this was red alert! 
    The banter between the prosecutor and the representative went on and on, second by second, still no telling of when they'd be done. But she had to make it, just a few more minutes, she could do it! Then suddenly, another surge - right in the midst of her bladder contracting - *SSSSHHH*
    NO! OH NO! NONONONO! NOT NOW, NOT YET!!!!!
    A second-long spurt oozed out into her knickers, announcing the definite endgame. Tricia went into total panic mode - she had to get out NOW! There was still no telling when the prosecutor would be done, but even more no telling when the next fatal surge would arrive and if that would be the one to seal her sorry fate once and for all. She couldn't afford to wait for something she had no clue as of when it would occur. Holding her breath for a moment and reacting totally on instinct, she hastily scribbled down on her notepad: "Quick break?" before showing it to her mentor, still engulfed in the interrogation.
    Mary-Anne did a brief double take as Tricia held the notepad while sitting rock still with her double-crossed legs squeezed together beneath her stretched skirt, barely holding back the flood. She sat with her helplessly pleading eyes waiting for approval for the longest two seconds of her life while her mentor focused in on her notepad and parsed what it said.
    Then Mary-Anne silently shook her head and turned her gaze back towards the front.
    Oh no...
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from Dark-Rose77 in A Bursting Graduate   
    Bit of an interlude chapter here, rest should be coming soon!
     
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    Anna was once again weaving through the packed halls of her college’s sports arena, trying to get back to her family and, more importantly, the bathroom. Now wearing her cute celebratory outfit, she noticed she was attracting a lot more attention as she squeezed through the crowd than she had been when she was wearing her graduation cap and gown.
     
    She turned the corner and could just see the symbol for the ladies room in the distance when she was suddenly intercepted.
     
    “Anna!” her mom exclaimed.
     
    Well, at least she had found her family, she was just about to hand her bag to them and excuse herself off to the bathroom when she noticed they weren’t alone. Just behind her mother, she saw a familiar face, Professor Jackson. She had taken multiple classes with him over the last four years and they had become quite close, she was happy to see he had apparently found her parents and that they were hitting it off, and after over an hour of boredom and frustration, she finally found something to distract her from increasingly urgent need to get herself over a toilet.
     
    They chatted happily, Anna’s crossed legs and occasional glances at the dwindling line for the ladies room going completely unnoticed to anyone as she pushed her urge to the back of her mind and focused on celebrating her final moments of college as she had promised herself she would do when the ceremony first began.
     
    About 10 minutes or so went by, and the conversation had just seemed to be wrapping up when Anna felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see the smiling face of her friend Zach. She had met him a few months ago through some of her new friends. And while she was hesitant to get caught up in anything serious for obvious reasons, they had hit it off and she had grown quite fond of him. Following some brief introductions and pleasantries between Zach and the family, he turned back to Anna.
     
    “Are you ready to head out?” he asked “The limo is supposed to be leaving in a few minutes.”
     
    She glanced back over at the ladies room line, her bladder immediately reminding her of its presence at the thought of getting in to a car in this state. The line had gone down significantly for sure, but it will still snaking down the hallway, she suspected a lot of her classmates were using it to change, unaware that the locker room was even an option.
     
    She bit her lip in contemplation, just for a brief moment, as a million thoughts ran through her head.
     
    “Yep, let’s go!” She responded with a smile. She reasoned that the restaurant was only about a 10 minute drive away, she’d be on a toilet in 20 minutes at most. She could hold it that long. It would take her at least 10 minutes to use the bathroom here anyway and she was a bit embarrassed at the thought of asking Zach to wait for her or even worse, holding up the group.
     
    She said her goodbyes, and, taking one last longing look at the pink ladies room symbol, followed Zach out in to the parking lot.
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Ashlovesomo in Another hold!   
    Here's another hold! Actually surprised with how I managed to get another one done so quick 😭
    I did a bit of no hands holding and bladder squeezing to challenge myself a little too!
    Tried editing this down (unnecessary noises, cutting it down etc.) but I do apologise if it is a little intrusive! If this is the case, I'll leave the editing out of it next time!
    Enjoy a much longer video 💕

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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from luckymel in A Bursting Graduate   
    Bit of an interlude chapter here, rest should be coming soon!
     
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    Anna was once again weaving through the packed halls of her college’s sports arena, trying to get back to her family and, more importantly, the bathroom. Now wearing her cute celebratory outfit, she noticed she was attracting a lot more attention as she squeezed through the crowd than she had been when she was wearing her graduation cap and gown.
     
    She turned the corner and could just see the symbol for the ladies room in the distance when she was suddenly intercepted.
     
    “Anna!” her mom exclaimed.
     
    Well, at least she had found her family, she was just about to hand her bag to them and excuse herself off to the bathroom when she noticed they weren’t alone. Just behind her mother, she saw a familiar face, Professor Jackson. She had taken multiple classes with him over the last four years and they had become quite close, she was happy to see he had apparently found her parents and that they were hitting it off, and after over an hour of boredom and frustration, she finally found something to distract her from increasingly urgent need to get herself over a toilet.
     
    They chatted happily, Anna’s crossed legs and occasional glances at the dwindling line for the ladies room going completely unnoticed to anyone as she pushed her urge to the back of her mind and focused on celebrating her final moments of college as she had promised herself she would do when the ceremony first began.
     
    About 10 minutes or so went by, and the conversation had just seemed to be wrapping up when Anna felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see the smiling face of her friend Zach. She had met him a few months ago through some of her new friends. And while she was hesitant to get caught up in anything serious for obvious reasons, they had hit it off and she had grown quite fond of him. Following some brief introductions and pleasantries between Zach and the family, he turned back to Anna.
     
    “Are you ready to head out?” he asked “The limo is supposed to be leaving in a few minutes.”
     
    She glanced back over at the ladies room line, her bladder immediately reminding her of its presence at the thought of getting in to a car in this state. The line had gone down significantly for sure, but it will still snaking down the hallway, she suspected a lot of her classmates were using it to change, unaware that the locker room was even an option.
     
    She bit her lip in contemplation, just for a brief moment, as a million thoughts ran through her head.
     
    “Yep, let’s go!” She responded with a smile. She reasoned that the restaurant was only about a 10 minute drive away, she’d be on a toilet in 20 minutes at most. She could hold it that long. It would take her at least 10 minutes to use the bathroom here anyway and she was a bit embarrassed at the thought of asking Zach to wait for her or even worse, holding up the group.
     
    She said her goodbyes, and, taking one last longing look at the pink ladies room symbol, followed Zach out in to the parking lot.
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to boiyo6532 in Watching my girlfriend (at the time) desperately squat and pee in public.   
    Let me just preface this by saying this story doesn’t contain any wetting, but it gets just as good. 
    Me and my ex girlfriend had been drinking in a pub in town, and then went for a little smoke and chat around the corner. We were talking for ages, until eventually, she tells me she needs to pee. The only thing is, she was almost instantly desperate, and could not shut up about it. She begins wriggling and writhing whilst we were in town, continually saying things like ‘oh my god I really need to pee’ and ‘I’m actually going to piss myself.’ She was wearing light blue jeans as well, so whilst - being her boyfriend and all - I did not want her to piss herself in public as I didn’t want her to humiliate herself, perhaps the devilish part of me thought that would be the best thing ever. The bar we had drank at had just shut, hence her increasing desperation. In my hometown, there’s a cathedral with gardens next to it, which was close by. I decided we’d go there so she could relieve herself. 
    Walking there, she barely even kept her legs separate, shuffling along the backstreets near the bar we’d just been at, continually going on verbally about how much she was desperate to pee. She knew about my fetish but never indulged me in actually pissing herself for me, which I can respect. A lot of girls I’ve slept with have found out about my kink and equally have been unwilling to try it. Piss isn’t for everyone I guess. Nonetheless, my gf at the time would go ‘I’m literally going to piss myself’ to which I’d respond ‘you’re not don’t be silly, but this is also really turning me on, so stop telling me that.’ 
    We eventually go to the cathedral gardens. You walk down a cobblestone path and through a tunnel, and I had my flashlight on so we could see where we were going. She’s still shuffling at this point, then we get out the tunnel and onto grass; she asks if anyone’s around but equally she does not care; she runs over to a spot on the grass whilst I answer and near enough rips down her jeans and her knickers, falls into a squat and begins pissing. 
    To this day I think it is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She let out a huge jet stream of piss between her legs whilst she squatted down, and it formed a parabolic arch. We’re not talking some dribbles here, we’re talking a well defined clear jet stream of piss. (see this video for a comparison on the shape of the stream.) It made a trickling sound as it hit the mud and grass, for what must have been a minute; this in conjunction with my gf moaning passionately in relief. It was an assault on the senses. I kept my flashlight fervently on her, so she could see where she was peeing and not get any of it on her clothes. I probably should have been keeping a lookout for any bystanders; at this point, I was way too aroused to look anywhere else.
    The piss began to diminish in its intensity, the arch getting smaller, the audible volume of the trickle decreasing and my gf’s moaning now shifting away from verbal moaning to pants and sighs of exhaustion and relief. I watched as she finished peeing, still not quite over the shock of how intensely hot the whole experience was. She finished, exclaiming ‘oh my god.’ And then as she got up, she pulled her knickers up first, so for a brief moment, my gf was just standing there in her lace panties exposed in public. Wow! What a sight. Then she pulled her jeans up as well. 
    ‘I can’t believe I just did that, there was so much’ she says. I walk over to her and kiss her passionately. She knows how much that turned me on. 
    To this day the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. If she wasn’t such a psycho I would have loved to have stayed with her!
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to elboss903 in Experiences   
    Tell your omorashi stories, I start
    I was walking with a friend and I came out wanting to urinate and I had drunk a lot of water, we were walking for two hours and the pressure was getting bigger and bigger. In the first hour I held up well and there were no problems but in the second hour it was becoming more and more difficult for me to hold on. Imagine how I was because I liked to hold on but if I had an accident I didn't want to be in front of my friend.
    Every time I walked it became more difficult to hold on due to the pressure and I was having a hard time walking, I was also having some leaks or another, so she said to go to my house to play a board game. There I saw the open sky. The walk home became a little more difficult but I was able to make it to the bathroom even though I had already gotten quite wet.
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Dribbled in Experiences   
    I sometimes go swimming in the morning, and I always visit the toilets before since I have a pretty small bladder and don't want to pee in the pool. But recently, the toilets were occupied when I was getting changed, so I thought I'd just go swimming and then stop and visit the bathroom later on. I began swimming, and ended up completely forgetting that I should go to the bathroom. I have a habit of not really noticing the need to pee until I'm very desperate.  Suddenly I felt like I was on the verge of wetting myself in the pool. I stopped and crossed my legs under the water while a couple of drops came out. I really had to clench my muscles to try not to have an accident right then and there. I waited a little bit, until I felt like I had some more control, and then I got out of the pool. While pulling myself up, I felt some more leak out and splash into the water. It was just a few drops, so I don't think anyone noticed. I sat on my heel at the edge of the pool and took a few deep breaths. Then, I awkwardly hurried to the bathroom while at the same time trying to cross my legs a bit in between steps. I ended up getting there in time without any more leaks. I was soo close to having a full accident in public hahah. 
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to KoraKore in Kinda wanna make an omo game?   
    Yeah I'm not even really sure what to add to this. I've had this idea for a while about making an omo centric game. I'd try Unreal or Unity but frankly I barely know those programs and 3D is difficult. I'm thinking maybe GameMaker or RPG Maker (two programs I'm much more familiar with), but I'm not even sure where to start with this. Plus, working on the game would likely require me being alone when I work on it (roommates are a bother). 
    All that said (and I feel like I'm just rambling at this point), what would you all like to see in an omo game? Throw some ideas my way! I'll be happy to start soon, just need ideas. And plot. And to develop my artistic skills ('ve always been descent, but there's room for improvement!). Long story short, tell me what you'd love to see in an omo game and how you'd do it!
    Also, I can't promise I'll be able to include everything of course, but I'll do my best to add as much as possible! 
    Thanks in advance!
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    WiiGuy86 reacted to Biku in Biku's art   
    6 bottles of gin tonic and a closed pub later…

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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from eeeeeeeeeeeeer in A Bursting Graduate   
    Bit of an interlude chapter here, rest should be coming soon!
     
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    Anna was once again weaving through the packed halls of her college’s sports arena, trying to get back to her family and, more importantly, the bathroom. Now wearing her cute celebratory outfit, she noticed she was attracting a lot more attention as she squeezed through the crowd than she had been when she was wearing her graduation cap and gown.
     
    She turned the corner and could just see the symbol for the ladies room in the distance when she was suddenly intercepted.
     
    “Anna!” her mom exclaimed.
     
    Well, at least she had found her family, she was just about to hand her bag to them and excuse herself off to the bathroom when she noticed they weren’t alone. Just behind her mother, she saw a familiar face, Professor Jackson. She had taken multiple classes with him over the last four years and they had become quite close, she was happy to see he had apparently found her parents and that they were hitting it off, and after over an hour of boredom and frustration, she finally found something to distract her from increasingly urgent need to get herself over a toilet.
     
    They chatted happily, Anna’s crossed legs and occasional glances at the dwindling line for the ladies room going completely unnoticed to anyone as she pushed her urge to the back of her mind and focused on celebrating her final moments of college as she had promised herself she would do when the ceremony first began.
     
    About 10 minutes or so went by, and the conversation had just seemed to be wrapping up when Anna felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see the smiling face of her friend Zach. She had met him a few months ago through some of her new friends. And while she was hesitant to get caught up in anything serious for obvious reasons, they had hit it off and she had grown quite fond of him. Following some brief introductions and pleasantries between Zach and the family, he turned back to Anna.
     
    “Are you ready to head out?” he asked “The limo is supposed to be leaving in a few minutes.”
     
    She glanced back over at the ladies room line, her bladder immediately reminding her of its presence at the thought of getting in to a car in this state. The line had gone down significantly for sure, but it will still snaking down the hallway, she suspected a lot of her classmates were using it to change, unaware that the locker room was even an option.
     
    She bit her lip in contemplation, just for a brief moment, as a million thoughts ran through her head.
     
    “Yep, let’s go!” She responded with a smile. She reasoned that the restaurant was only about a 10 minute drive away, she’d be on a toilet in 20 minutes at most. She could hold it that long. It would take her at least 10 minutes to use the bathroom here anyway and she was a bit embarrassed at the thought of asking Zach to wait for her or even worse, holding up the group.
     
    She said her goodbyes, and, taking one last longing look at the pink ladies room symbol, followed Zach out in to the parking lot.
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    WiiGuy86 got a reaction from eeeeeeeeeeeeer in A Bursting Graduate   
    Once again, shout to @Apan for the continued inspiration!
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    Part 1:
    Anna gave her parents one last hug and one last smile before she turned and strode in to the arena. Over the past four years that she had been studying abroad at her relatively small college, she had been in this room several times. The small school wasn’t known for its sports, but Anna had recently made a few friends on the volleyball team and had since been coming out frequently to sit in the stands and cheer them on.
     
    Tonight though, the arena looked very different, as graduation time had come. Sitting in the small folding chair that had been reserved for her on the arena floor, she said hello to one of those new friends, Kate, who was seated next to her. As the audience filled in to the arena, they chatted idly, reminiscing about their experiences over the last four years. Anna looked up in the stands, trying to see if she could see her parents and sister. They had traveled a long way to see her graduate and she had spent the last day since they had arrived eagerly catching up with them about her final semester and showing them all around the campus.
     
    In just a couple days, Anna would be flying home with them, and was admittedly nervous about what the future held. Where would she end up living? Would she able to find the type of job that she wanted? Would she be able to maintain the friendships she had forged over such a great distance?
     
    As the ceremony got closer to starting time, Anna did her best to shake these thoughts from her head. She just wanted to focus on tonight. Despite her general introversion, Anna was really happy with the new group of friends that she had found over the past year, and was eager to have one last great night of memories with them. Following the ceremony, one of the girl’s parents had rented out a posh limousine that would be taking them to a nearby restaurant, where a private room containing delicious food and all the alcohol they could drink would await them.
     
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    An hour later, Anna wished the ceremony would move along a bit faster. The speakers had unfortunately been a bit long winded, and honestly, she was much more looking forward to the after party. Quietly exhaling from boredom, she crossed her toned legs under her long blue graduation gown. She also wished this ceremony would hurry up because she kinda had to pee. The water she had consumed on the way over in an effort to hydrate before her big night out tonight was making itself known. It wasn’t really urgent, but the speakers were not doing a very good job of distracting her.
     
    A half an hour later, the speeches had finally wrapped up, and the process of each graduate walking up on stage to shake the Dean’s hand and receive their diploma had begun. When it was her turn, Anna didn’t waste any time briskly walking up, shaking hands, giving a smile and wave to the crowd, and then returning to her seat and tightly crossing her legs. Over the past 20 minutes, her need had really began to grow, and she was feeling relieved that her class was small and she’d be on her way to a toilet in just a few short minutes.
     
    Of course, nothing ever seems to move along as quickly as you would hope in such situations, and things seemed to take an annoyingly long time to wrap up. Eager to get going, Anna had found herself squeezing her crossed thighs together and bouncing on her a seat a bit in, both out of excitement to be done with the ceremony and also out of excitement to get to a bathroom.
     
    After the Dean finally thanked everyone for coming, Anna quickly stood up and looked around the room, another pang from her full bladder reminding her to immediately plot a course for the nearest bathroom. As she was making her escape plan, she heard Kate behind her start speaking quietly. “Dude, I have to pee so bad, that really didn’t need to be that long”
     
    “Oh my God” Anna responded with a smile, feeling a bit better that she wasn’t the only one in this predicament. “Me too, I was not prepared to be sitting here for two hours”
     
    It took a few minutes for the crowd to spill out of the arena back in to the hallways, and immediately the scene was complete chaos as all of the graduates tried to reunite with their families. Anna craned her neck to look down the hallway toward the large illuminated bathroom signs in the arena and of course a huge line had already formed.
     
    “This is crazy” Kate said next to her “I’m just going to head to the locker room”
     
    Anna also needed to head the locker room. She had picked out a cute outfit to wear to the party tonight, and needed to change in to it before heading out to the limo.
     
    Unlike Kate, who as a member of the volleyball team had her own locker in which her clothes were stashed, Anna’s parents were holding on her to bag for her, so she needed to find them before going to change. She informed Kate of this, and told her she would catch up.
     
    Wading back through the crowd, Anna eventually found her family and admittedly rushed through the congratulatory hugs a bit, taking her bag and quickly maneuvering her way toward the locker room.
     
    Ducking in to the locker room, Anna was surprised to find that quite a lot of girls apparently had the same idea, and were laughing and joking as they changed out of their gowns and in to outfits more suitable for the night ahead. Feeling a bit shy about changing in front of everyone, and also quite eager to relieve her bladder at this point, Anna made her way toward the back of the locker room. She had never been in here before, and found a single door, labeled restrooms, which presumably lead to more stalls, she grabbed the handle, locked.
     
    Squeezing her thighs together, she let out a frustrated sigh. It made sense, there was no game going on, it was a bit surprising that the locker room was even open at all, but of course the bathrooms just had to have been left closed, probably because the stadium staff didn’t want to have to clean them at the end of the night. Understandable, but of course just when Anna was REALLY starting to NEED to pee and had been REALLY looking forward to a much needed bathroom break.
     
    Moving on, Anna set her gym bag down on a bench in the quiet part of the locker room. She pulled off her gown, revealing the pair of sweat pants and the t-shirt she had been wearing underneath. She pulled those off as well, stripping all the way down to her bra and panties.
     
    Something about undressing seemed to really trigger her bladder, and Anna felt a sudden intense wave of urgency. Hoping no one was paying attention to her, she couldn’t help but pace around a bit in her underwear, frequently stomping her foot on the ground and crossing one leg over the other back and fourth and back and fourth as she tried to focus on unpacking her outfit.
     
    Trying to think about anything other than the ocean of pee begging to be let out behind her tight thin pair of panties, Anna took a breath as she lifted her leg and began to pull a pair of stockings on over each of her legs. As she slid her second foot in, she slipped a bit and in the process of catching herself nearly let out a leak. Steadying herself against the lockers with her left hand, she quickly grabbed herself with her right. Pressing firmly against her distressed womanhood through her stockings and panties just long enough to be sure she had control.
     
    Taking another deep breath, she got dressed as a quickly as she could, able to stand still again with the support of her leggings. She put on a cute collared blouse that showed just the sexiest part of her neck, and over it a long, red, form fitting dress. She took a quick look at herself in one of the mirrors, it really was the perfect outfit for the occasion, other than the fact that she currently looked just the slightest bit bloated from all the liquid that was trapped in her belly. Not wasting much time admiring her fashion sense, Anna stuffed her graduation cap and gown back in to her bag, zipped it up, and hurried out of the locker room back toward the arena’s toilets.
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    Anna gave her parents one last hug and one last smile before she turned and strode in to the arena. Over the past four years that she had been studying abroad at her relatively small college, she had been in this room several times. The small school wasn’t known for its sports, but Anna had recently made a few friends on the volleyball team and had since been coming out frequently to sit in the stands and cheer them on.
     
    Tonight though, the arena looked very different, as graduation time had come. Sitting in the small folding chair that had been reserved for her on the arena floor, she said hello to one of those new friends, Kate, who was seated next to her. As the audience filled in to the arena, they chatted idly, reminiscing about their experiences over the last four years. Anna looked up in the stands, trying to see if she could see her parents and sister. They had traveled a long way to see her graduate and she had spent the last day since they had arrived eagerly catching up with them about her final semester and showing them all around the campus.
     
    In just a couple days, Anna would be flying home with them, and was admittedly nervous about what the future held. Where would she end up living? Would she able to find the type of job that she wanted? Would she be able to maintain the friendships she had forged over such a great distance?
     
    As the ceremony got closer to starting time, Anna did her best to shake these thoughts from her head. She just wanted to focus on tonight. Despite her general introversion, Anna was really happy with the new group of friends that she had found over the past year, and was eager to have one last great night of memories with them. Following the ceremony, one of the girl’s parents had rented out a posh limousine that would be taking them to a nearby restaurant, where a private room containing delicious food and all the alcohol they could drink would await them.
     
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    An hour later, Anna wished the ceremony would move along a bit faster. The speakers had unfortunately been a bit long winded, and honestly, she was much more looking forward to the after party. Quietly exhaling from boredom, she crossed her toned legs under her long blue graduation gown. She also wished this ceremony would hurry up because she kinda had to pee. The water she had consumed on the way over in an effort to hydrate before her big night out tonight was making itself known. It wasn’t really urgent, but the speakers were not doing a very good job of distracting her.
     
    A half an hour later, the speeches had finally wrapped up, and the process of each graduate walking up on stage to shake the Dean’s hand and receive their diploma had begun. When it was her turn, Anna didn’t waste any time briskly walking up, shaking hands, giving a smile and wave to the crowd, and then returning to her seat and tightly crossing her legs. Over the past 20 minutes, her need had really began to grow, and she was feeling relieved that her class was small and she’d be on her way to a toilet in just a few short minutes.
     
    Of course, nothing ever seems to move along as quickly as you would hope in such situations, and things seemed to take an annoyingly long time to wrap up. Eager to get going, Anna had found herself squeezing her crossed thighs together and bouncing on her a seat a bit in, both out of excitement to be done with the ceremony and also out of excitement to get to a bathroom.
     
    After the Dean finally thanked everyone for coming, Anna quickly stood up and looked around the room, another pang from her full bladder reminding her to immediately plot a course for the nearest bathroom. As she was making her escape plan, she heard Kate behind her start speaking quietly. “Dude, I have to pee so bad, that really didn’t need to be that long”
     
    “Oh my God” Anna responded with a smile, feeling a bit better that she wasn’t the only one in this predicament. “Me too, I was not prepared to be sitting here for two hours”
     
    It took a few minutes for the crowd to spill out of the arena back in to the hallways, and immediately the scene was complete chaos as all of the graduates tried to reunite with their families. Anna craned her neck to look down the hallway toward the large illuminated bathroom signs in the arena and of course a huge line had already formed.
     
    “This is crazy” Kate said next to her “I’m just going to head to the locker room”
     
    Anna also needed to head the locker room. She had picked out a cute outfit to wear to the party tonight, and needed to change in to it before heading out to the limo.
     
    Unlike Kate, who as a member of the volleyball team had her own locker in which her clothes were stashed, Anna’s parents were holding on her to bag for her, so she needed to find them before going to change. She informed Kate of this, and told her she would catch up.
     
    Wading back through the crowd, Anna eventually found her family and admittedly rushed through the congratulatory hugs a bit, taking her bag and quickly maneuvering her way toward the locker room.
     
    Ducking in to the locker room, Anna was surprised to find that quite a lot of girls apparently had the same idea, and were laughing and joking as they changed out of their gowns and in to outfits more suitable for the night ahead. Feeling a bit shy about changing in front of everyone, and also quite eager to relieve her bladder at this point, Anna made her way toward the back of the locker room. She had never been in here before, and found a single door, labeled restrooms, which presumably lead to more stalls, she grabbed the handle, locked.
     
    Squeezing her thighs together, she let out a frustrated sigh. It made sense, there was no game going on, it was a bit surprising that the locker room was even open at all, but of course the bathrooms just had to have been left closed, probably because the stadium staff didn’t want to have to clean them at the end of the night. Understandable, but of course just when Anna was REALLY starting to NEED to pee and had been REALLY looking forward to a much needed bathroom break.
     
    Moving on, Anna set her gym bag down on a bench in the quiet part of the locker room. She pulled off her gown, revealing the pair of sweat pants and the t-shirt she had been wearing underneath. She pulled those off as well, stripping all the way down to her bra and panties.
     
    Something about undressing seemed to really trigger her bladder, and Anna felt a sudden intense wave of urgency. Hoping no one was paying attention to her, she couldn’t help but pace around a bit in her underwear, frequently stomping her foot on the ground and crossing one leg over the other back and fourth and back and fourth as she tried to focus on unpacking her outfit.
     
    Trying to think about anything other than the ocean of pee begging to be let out behind her tight thin pair of panties, Anna took a breath as she lifted her leg and began to pull a pair of stockings on over each of her legs. As she slid her second foot in, she slipped a bit and in the process of catching herself nearly let out a leak. Steadying herself against the lockers with her left hand, she quickly grabbed herself with her right. Pressing firmly against her distressed womanhood through her stockings and panties just long enough to be sure she had control.
     
    Taking another deep breath, she got dressed as a quickly as she could, able to stand still again with the support of her leggings. She put on a cute collared blouse that showed just the sexiest part of her neck, and over it a long, red, form fitting dress. She took a quick look at herself in one of the mirrors, it really was the perfect outfit for the occasion, other than the fact that she currently looked just the slightest bit bloated from all the liquid that was trapped in her belly. Not wasting much time admiring her fashion sense, Anna stuffed her graduation cap and gown back in to her bag, zipped it up, and hurried out of the locker room back toward the arena’s toilets.
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