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    OmoMan111 reacted to Apan in The Desperate Law Student   
    A good pretext for a follow-up story on which you and Kate are out on a date night. Her shyness might just get her into a really tight situation in a much more public setting with a much worse ending... don't you think?
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    OmoMan111 reacted to theman08 in The Desperate Law Student   
    Please let me know if you’d like to hear more or if you liked this.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to theman08 in The Desperate Law Student   
    Been on this site for a while, but I thought I would finally share a story for myself. 
     
    This happened during my last year in college. I was finishing up my degree, while my girlfriend, Kate, was finishing up her first year of law school. This was a super stressful time for her, but I was extremely proud of the work she’d put in. We’d been together for about two years at this point, and I’d loved pretty much every second of it. She was super smart and sweet, but also a bit shy. I also found her super cute— she was about 5’2” with brown hair, a big butt from sports in high school, and small boobs that I absolutely loved. On this day she wore a green crewneck and a tight pair of light blue jeans— wow did she look great.
     
    Now on this day, Kate had her second to last final of the year. It was one she felt pretty sure of, but still, she’d put hours of study in. I wanted to be there to support her no matter what, so I’d made sure to get her a coffee ahead of time. When I came back to our apartment (she lived with me at the time) at around 8, I delivered her the drink and was met with a smile. I gave her a kiss and told her how great she’d do before leaving her to finish her last minute studying. 
     
    I walked with her about halfway to the building. Her test began at 9 and went until 12. A long test to be sure, but they all were. I gave her a hug and told her she’d do great. She smiled, finished her coffee, and thanked me. With that, I headed back to my place, while she went to her test.
     
    At around 11, I told her to let me know when she was on her way back and to let me know how it went. Now one important note is that although we lived together, this was technically just my apartment. Our leases didn’t line up perfectly, so I’d bought the place myself until she could move in. I know this technically isn’t how it’s supposed to be done, but it had never been an issue.
    Finally, at 12:05, I got a call from her. I picked up the phone “Hey Kate, how’d it go?” expecting to hear the standard “fine” or “okay.” She immediately responded “Fine. Are you home right now?” I was. “I need you to come to the lobby and let me in as soon as I get there.” This was new to me, normally she was fine texting me at the door and waiting for me to make my way down. “Everything okay?” I asked. “Yea,” I immediately noticed the stress in her voice “I just really need to pee. My laptop wouldn’t connect to the network at first, so I started a few minutes late. The professor gave me a few minutes extra time, which was great, but it meant I was the last person to leave, and there were already long lines at the bathrooms by then, so I’m just going to come back.” 
     
    Now this was entirely new to me. Kate is *extremely* pee shy. She hardly ever goes if I’m around, and she rarely ever brings it up. I knew for her to be saying this it must be bad, so I made my way downstairs as requested. After a couple minutes I saw her approach. The first thing I noticed was how rigid her walk was. I could tell she was doing everything to hold on. Her core was tight and her strides were kept short to help keep pressure. 
     
    When she arrived I met her with a smile and joke “Gonna make it?” I said pretty lightheartedly. “Please get the elevator,” she replied. Now Kate and I always joked around, so that right there told me she was in a bad spot. For the first time I really wondered if she would make it. Quickly, I pushed that thought out of my head. I’d never seen her have any issue before, so surely she could make it a few minutes.
     
    We arrived to the elevator— the only one in our building. Kate pressed the button, hoping the doors would immediately open and she’d be lucky enough to have it left on this floor, but this was not the case. This was extra rough for her because this elevator was slow. “It’s only to the third floor,” I told her, “do you want to take the stairs?” She looked back at me “I don’t think I can.” Oh my god. She was actually full. This was a real situation. 
     
    Finally the elevator arrived. As the doors parted, her eyes were met with horror as she saw why it took so long. Being the end of the semester, people were moving out. In the elevator was a couch, tv stand, and three other boxes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing take place. Poor Kate. I knew I had to help her. “Here guys let me help you with that.” Now to them I looked like a helpful stranger, but I knew at this point seconds were like hours to Kate. I moved as quickly as I could to clear the space out, but it still took roughly a full minute. The moment I did Kate dashed in the elevator and pressed 3. I followed right behind her, and immediately noticed how tight she was. Her fists were balled, jaw tight, and thighs pressed together so hard I thought they may merge into one. 
     
    The elevator dinged for 3, and the doors slowly pulled apart. “Door’s unlocked” I told her. Without saying a word she dashed out. Unable to fully stride due to the pressure in her abdomen, she took short, choppy strides out. Now in a rare stroke of good luck on this day for Kate, my door was right off the elevator. I saw her dash through the entrance, and I soon followed behind. As I saw her head through the doorway, I expected the next time I’d see her would be in a couple minutes after she’d found her relief.
     
    I was wrong. As I entered in casually, I heard a faint voice from the other side where my master bedroom was. “Come on… please… come on.” I quickened my pace to see the commotion. To my surprise the bathroom door was still open, and there stood Kate, frantically trying to undo her jeans. Her hands shaking, she made multiple attempts to undo the button in the few seconds I stood there. It was at this point I noticed her swollen bladder— the jeans were always tight, but at this point there was absolutely zero room for movement. No wonder she couldn’t undo it. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and despair in her voice, “please help.”
     
    I quickly made my way over to her. I knew I’d have to be quick. I promptly got one finger inside her waistband on each side and one thumb on either side of the button. In one swift motion I slid it out. “Got it!” I exclaimed. All Kate had to do was slide the zipper down, pants herself, step forward, turn, and sit… and relief was hers. To my surprise, she did none of these things. Instead she took two steps backwards into the shower. Her eyes locked with mine. “It was too much,” she said shakily. I watched as her once light jeans became half dark in a split second. Down her inner thighs, back down her butt, up and around her crotch, the fabric became absolutely soaked. We both watched as she continued to go. And go. And go. It felt like an entire minute she sat there… peeing her pants for all of it. 
     
    When she finally finished, I knew she’d be in a sensitive spot. I immediately grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes “it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” She said nothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Still nothing, but a slight smile. “Honestly, impressed you held that for that long.” She laughed. I knew she’d be okay. I helped her out of the shower so I could turn the water on. I peeled off her jeans and thong, both somehow even more soaked than I’d initially thought. I quickly rinsed them under the shower water before tossing them in the laundry. Upon my return, I took her hand and walked in the water with her. I held for a minute and told her it was okay. I felt her wet butt against me and slowly ran my hand along her body in a comforting manner.
    “Ready to get cleaned up I asked?” She nodded. I decided she’d been through enough already, so I grabbed the soap and got to work. I started on her top half, working my way down. I got on one knee, “I’m going to make sure your legs are especially clean, okay?” She nodded understandingly. I ran my hands along each leg individually, wiping away any remaining liquid from before. I rubbed her butt with my soapy hands, enjoying it more than I should. After ten minutes, I felt she was clean. She looked down at me, “I kind of need to pee again,” she said softly. “Nothing I or this shower hasn’t seen,” I replied. With that I playfully grabbed her ankles one at a time to spread them shoulder width apart. “Go ahead.” A few seconds later, a delicate stream with a tinge of yellow was added to the dozens already surrounding us.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to MisakaBestGirl in A different type of college drinking game, the 4x4-Hour challenge!   
    I’m so sorry for leaving things so long again everyone. Things are really hard at the moment. But I miss writing, so I’ve totaled up the results and I’m gonna try to put something together when I have the energy over the next few days. Thank you for all putting up with me. ❤️
    Total votes:
    Bx8, Ax5
    Bx7, Cx6
    Ex6, Cx4, Ax2, Bx1
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    OmoMan111 reacted to RainbowCitadel in A Cheerleader's Revenge   
    Sitting quietly in the stands, with a cruel look on her otherwise pretty face, Jennifer was staring intensely at the new girl as she walked about the gym floor, unaware that she was being watched.
    As cheerleading captain, Jennifer was always accompanied by her two loyal subject Stephanie and Madison, who blindly shared Jennifer’s opinion about this new girl being a total bitch. That problem was that the new girls happened to share several classes with Jennifer’s boyfriend, who seemed to fancy the new girl quite a bit and would flirt quite obvious whenever they were together. Jennifer had even caught him flirting with her over messenger, but instead of calling her boyfriend out, Jennifer would blame the new girl instead.

    Having transferred from another school, Lilly was the new girl in class and was still trying to find her place among the other students. She was pretty but shy and a bit nerdy. She would always carry a reusable water bottle and made an effort to stay properly hydrated throughout the day.

    Of cause, drinking large amounts of water will have an effect on your bladder and Jennifer had noticed that Lilly would visit the ladies’ room whenever she got the chance. Sharing a few classes, Madison had also noticed to double lessons would almost always put Lilly’s bladder to the test as she would spend the last 20-30 minutes, tapping her foot on the floor, fidgeting in her chair and sometimes even holding her crotch as she desperately waiting to the class to be over.
     
    With this information, Jennifer knew exactly how she would get her revenge. Having gathered the entire cheerleading squad, Jennifer informed her loyal soldiers about her devious plan and the following day the plan was put into action.
     
    As the first period began, Lilly seemed calm and collected, paying attention to the lecture and occasionally sipping water but as the bell rang, Lilly got up and headed straight to the ladies’ room only to find all stall being occupied and a few cheerleaders waiting in line. Surprised and a slightly annoyed, Lilly had no other choice but to queue up behind the other girls and wait her turn, but as the bell rang again, the line hadn’t moved and Lilly was forced to go to class without relieving herself.

    About 45 minutes into the second period, Lilly could feel the pressure building on her bladder, however being a double period it would be awhile before she would get a chance to pee. As time passed the pressure kept building and Lilly began tapping her foot impatiently as the tried to ignore the urge and focus on her class. The girls knew that sign, Lilly was getting desperate to pee and when the bell finally rang, she jumped out of her chair and rushed towards for the ladies’ room only to find all stalls to be occupied… Again!

    Once again she was forced to wait in line and once again the bell rang without her getting to use the toilet. Frustrated and desperate she was tempted to keep waiting but she knew at coming to class late would get her trouble and she reluctantly went back to class. Although this was a single period, her urge to pee was already unbearable. Crossing her legs anxiously and shifting around in her seat, the other girls giggled at her misery, well knowing that she was about to burst. As her desperation grew, the shy girl gathered the courage to raise her hand and ask the teacher if she could use the restroom. But her request was swiftly and firmly denied, much to the cheerleaders’ amusement.
    At this point Lilly couldn’t sit still. With one had she firmly held her crotch while she wrote with the other. Crossing her legs, tapping her foot and holding her crotch, Lilly wasn’t sure she was going to make it but after an eternity of waiting the bell finally rang.

    Like a rocket taking off, Lilly leapt from her chair and rushed towards the ladies’ room, stilling holding her crotch as she desperately tried not to pee her pants. Rushing down the hall, her patch was suddenly blocked by Jennifer and a handful of cheerleaders. Shocked and desperate she tried to push through, but the girls pushed back…

    “Hi Lilly... You look a bit… Desperate?”

    She tried to push through again, this time with force, but the cheerleaders pushed her back.

    “Please let me through… I really have to pee!”

    Her bladder ached feeling like it was about to burst. Holding her crotch with both hands, Lilly looked at her with begging eyes.

    “Please… I really… Fuck!”

    Lilly’s eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car. Losing control for a second, a large squirt of pee escaped her overburdened bladder and leaked out into her panties. Struck by panic, Lilly tried to push her way past the obstructing cheerleaders but once again she was pushed back.

    She felt another squirt of pee escape her bladder but this time she was unable to regain control. Clenching her entire body, Lilly held her breath as she desperately tried to regain control but a small stream of pee was continuously leaking from her exhausted bladder…

    “No, no, no, no, no!..”

    With tears in her eyes, Lilly realized that she was fighting a lost battle and after a few seconds of panic she was forced go give up trying as a strong steam of pee began flooding her panties. A warm and wet sensation quickly spread around her crotch and down the inside of her thighs as the warm urine soaked through her tight blue jeans.

    Realizing that Lilly was finally pissing herself, the cheerleaders all burst out in laughter. Defeated and humiliated, Lilly fell to her knees, covering her face in shames as tears started running down her face, as she heard the sounds of everyone around her laughing, cheering and taking pictures.
    As the laughter wore off, Lilly was finally done peeing. Her panties and jeans were completely drenched in pee and a huge yellow puddle had formed around her knees.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to elephantMan in An Everyday Girl   
    Ahhh you're right! Been copy-pasting the stats screen and forgot to edit it at the end. Writing this next section but will fix right after it publishes. 
     

    Let's count our votes:
    1. B: The weather's turning a bit so one can dress looser, a green t-shirt with white cuffs on the neck and short sleeves, black bra, jean skirt and the grey lacy thong next to it in the laundry would be nice.
    2. Tie, coin flip says E: She'll go to the coffee shop and pee there, might be a little line but she's done it before and she'll almost certainly make it. And maybe Irene wants to come?

    The clothes in Emily's room are pretty strewn about but she has a sense for where she left things. She digs into her hamper and rocks while she pulls up her gray lace thong - feels tighter at the waistband as she feels the little bump at her bladder that's formed this morning. And something about holding the sides of your underwear speaks to the lizard brain that it's time to pee, and Emily has to tighten the muscles in her sex as she slips on the rest of her clothes. Stops by her mirror to take a look, and in spite of the subtly shimmying that's happening it looks pretty well put together. 

    Emily leaves her room and stands by the door, hurriedly slipping on her sneakers. As she looks down the hall she sees Irene, moving her eyes from the bathroom door to Emily. "Those aren't pants." she calls down the hall.

    "Shut up." Emily calls back, "I'm going down to Cliff's to pee and get some breakfast, wanna come?"

    Irene pauses, clearly thinking through the offer. While she thinks, her butt shifts in the small kitchen chair outside of her awareness. "Yeah actually, thanks. Gimme a second I'm just gonna change." Irene hops off the chair and walks to her room with just a hint of briskness, quickly shutting the door.

    "Fuck, didn't think of that." Emily taps her foot, leaning against the wall by their front door as she thinks through the route. Down five flights of stairs which will suck for her bladder but it's the hardest part. Then right, down the side street until you're on Main, then 5 minutes of walking to get to the center of the square and Cliff's is right there. Normally have to buy something and a long line would be terrible now but she's been there before, bathroom access code is 1234 so she can rush right in and pee while Irene gets a seat and then get an almond croissant and maybe some coffee?
    Another minute passes, Emily goes to hold herself absentmindedly. The material of the skirt makes it hard to gain purchase on her pussy from outside here. Realizing this, and keeping a sharp eye on Irene's door, Emily's hand goes down the front of her skirt. Pushing directly against the thin fabric of her underwear makes applying pressure much easier. With her other hand she looks at her phone, counting through her meetings for the day. A big monthly update with her team this afternoon but otherwise just some short 1:1s. Good day for productivity. 
    Finally, Irene emerges from her bedroom. Her black hair is still up in a ponytail and her blue sweatshirt is still on, but she now has some high-waisted jeans and makes her way over to the door and puts her shoes on. "Thanks for the invite, we're out of coffee in the pitcher." she says as she finishes her second shoe and goes to open the door. 

    "Yeah of course" Emily says back, and the pair quickly make their way down the stairs. 
    "How's the job search going?" Emily asks Irene, hoping to get her talking for a good few minutes so she can focus on her own bladder. Irene launches into the names of multiple different biotech companies and other esotera about their processes, demanding only the occasional "Yeah." and "Wow" from Emily. And it's not long until they get to a narrow but long coffee shop, with wifi and college kids and fun staff, the whole nine yards. 
    "Hey" Emily interrupts Irene's description of genetic somethings, "Can you grab us a table? Gonna run to the bathrooms really quick."
    "Think I'll hop in line with you actually." Irene says as she walks over towards the bathrooms, "I know Ally can be forgetful but there's a reason we try to text before showering."
    "I know, like it's hard enough to live together, " Emily had started following Irene on instinct and was going to keep talking until she finally internalized the word "line". She looks up and her panic reduces to concern - only two people in line for the two single-person bathrooms. Emily almost certainly wasn't gonna fully pee her pants at this point. Whether she gets through fully dry is another question, and is also not a problem the skimpiness of her underwear will do anything to help. She crosses her legs tightly, feeling the heat and pressure pushing down from her bladder. She'd give a lot to be able to hold herself, but Cliff's is crowded and that'd be almost as embarrassing as losing it a little. She's been through worse, it's n-

    "Emily?"

    Emily comes back to and sees Irene looking at her, having fully missed her question. "Sorry, day dreaming. What'd you say?"
    "What are you doing for drawing recently? Was thinking about that poster you made Ally with the pigeon, was wondering if you were making anything else right now."
    "Oh, nothing big. Wanted to find something to work on so if you've got an idea I'm all ears." Emily got a lot of value out of making things for other people, so she loved the opportunity to hear what she could do, even if her mind was squarely in her abdomen right now. 
    "Maybe a drawing of a bunch of different ears."
    "What?"
    "You said all ears."
    The door to the left bathroom opened and the last person in front of them went in. As relief got closer, Emily felt the pressure increase and increase. Her tight leg cross wavered in the wind as Emily bent and buckled a little to try and apply the right pressure in the right places. She was next...or not next next. She looked to Irene, who was always a bit more unreadable when it came to this. She was tapping her foot pretty aggressively but maybe she was just impatient? It's hard to tell, but it's easy to feel the bowling ball pushing against her urethra right now. Maybe she should ask to go first? Or hell even if she could just wait in the bathroom with Irene, the she could hold herself a little and not feel AS ashamed. The lock on the right bathroom turned as Emily decided.

    ---
    What is Emily going to ask Irene?
    A. Nothing, wait out here |
    LEAK CHANCE: 20%
    B. If she can wait in the bathroom with her |
    LEAK CHANCE: 5%, CLOSENESS: + OR -
    C. If she can go first, but Irene can wait inside with her if she needs to |
    LEAK CHANCE: 0%, CLOSENESS + OR -
    D. If she can go first |
    LEAK CHANCE: 0%
    STATS
    EMILY                                                                                                                                 
    HUNGER: 75%   THIRST: 75%   EXHAUSTION: 4%   BOREDOM: 31%   BLADDER: 97%
    EMILY'S APARTMENT                                                                               
    ROOMMATES: IRENE, ALLY   CLOSENESS: +   BATHROOM: WORKING
    ---
    Authors note on Closeness here, both what I want it to mean and how I want it to work. The generally idea behind it is the intimacy of the friendship that Emily has with Irene and Ally. The closer they are, the more willing they are to strip/piss/talk intimately in front of each other. Double edged sword for the fiction, high intimacy means seeing more from the other roommates but also means they're more likely to help out our protagonist if she's in a pinch. Low intimacy means Emily might have fewer options in a desperate situation but she also won't get to see or hear as much from Ally and Irene. 
    And when I say more likely, I don't know exactly what that means yet? When I had the OR for closeness in the previous section it was a 50/50 because you guys didn't have any closeness yet. Now that you have some, any closeness test will be more likely to have a positive result. Exactly how likely is what I haven't worked out - at one + for closeness it's not going to be revolutionary but just note in your voting itll be a little better than 50/50 odds that Irene is cool with sharing a single stall bathroom with Emily.
    All for now, any notes or questions or alternate suggestions go for it!
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    OmoMan111 reacted to elephantMan in An Everyday Girl   
    Thanks for all the responses everyone! Let's sort through those picks first:

    1. Tie between A and B, coin flip says A: Emily
    2. A: Short and fairly curvy, not fat but filled out
    3. Tie between B and D, coin flip says B: Software engineer working from home
    4. 😄 A bigger flat with roommates she knew from school
    5. B: art, sometimes on tablet and other times on canvas
    6. Tie between A and B, coin flip says B: some panties but nothing else to not get too warm
     
    Emily stirs in her sleep, light pouring in from the window in her room. Her eyes flutter a bit, open, and then squint as she feels the light hit her dark-adjusted eyes. She grimaces slightly and turns to face her wall, adorned with pictures from university of her and her friends. Her eyes settle on one closer to the mattress - her and her now roommates Ally and Irene standing below a massive plane at the National Air and Space Museum. It's been two years since they moved in together after graduation but back then they were still just buds. And what a great trip to DC it was! It was right after this picture that Ally-

    A heat and a pressure emanated from Emily's bladder. Right, just woke up, REALLY have to pee. Let's work on that. 

    She turned back toward the window and grabbed her phone from the night stand. 7:43, before her alarm again. And a text from Irene about getting her the rent check, can do. She looks back from her phone to the mirror in front of her. Her black hair rested on her shoulders, ending above her breasts which stood starkly against the light. Further down her stomach showed the little brown birthmark up and to the right of her belly button - that she once hated but now loved. And it otherwise bulged a bit as it reached the waistband of her black bikini panties, which sway in the mirror as Emily subtly shifts in place to address the pressurein her bladder. Her underwear covers enough and is plain enough and she has to go enough that for today he doesn't mind just throwing on a shirt and heading out to the toilet. She grabs an old art festival shirt from her closet, tosses it on, and opens the door out to the rest of the house.

    The flat is in a urban area and it shows in it's "coziness" - the entire thing runs as a hallway with rooms coming off it it. Emily's room was at one end of the hall, letting her see down the entire space when she opens her door. To her right and left were the door out to the stairs and Irene's rooms. A little ways beyond that was Ally's room and a door to the living room - which was really just a bigger bedroom with a couch and TV in it. The final door on the hallway on the right is the bathroom door (which looks closed right now?) and at the very end was the kitchen. From Emily's place at the end of the hall, she could see a side view of Irene, sitting at their small kitchen table and holding a promising piece of toast. Emily's stomach grumbled but there were other organs to attend to first. 

    Irene called down the hall as Emily briskly walked down "Morning, early meeting?"

    "Nah" Emily called back, "Just woke up before my alarm." Irene nodded. Not wanting to feel impolite and feeling embarrassed about how fast she's walking, Emily adds "Sorry, just really gotta pee."

    "Ally's in the shower." Irene says, with the crunch of the toast entering her mouth punctuating the news for Emily. Emily continued the walk up to the bathroom door mostly out of intertia. She sees the door closed, light peeking through the small gap in the old wooden frame, and music heard faded through the door.
    A surge  pushes at Emily's bladder, causing her to cross her legs tightly in place as she bobs up and down. "Know when she started?" she adds not-quite-franticly. 

    "Maybe ten minutes ago?" Irene's green eyes pierce toward Emily, unreadable "Don't even know why she's home right now, thought she was covering an early shift for one of the other nurses." Emily's eyes moved down, where Irene's right leg was bouncing on the ground under her plaid pajama pants. 

    That's not a good answer - Ally's showers are probably wonderful but are a bit too long. On reflex she goes to put a hand over her panties and then stops, doing a small bend forward toward Irene. "Eugh, I'll be right back" Emily throws out, turning quickly and speed walking back to her room. 

    Irene calls down after her "Thanks in advance for putting on pants when you come back out", garbled by the bread in her mouth. Emily barks back a "Shut up!" playfully as she enters her room. 

    With the door closed, Emily puts both hands in her crotch and paces - pacing was how she thought - around her room. It's not like this hasn't happened before. Living in the city meant living really close to a little strip of stores that included a coffee place, and the coffee place had some bathrooms she could go to. She just had to plan it out in her head. Get dressed, down five flights of stairs, out and to the lef-

    Another surge, she bends forward to stem the tide feeling the pee right at the edge of her urethra. Fuck, why does she have to go so bad? Maybe she can just ask Ally in and use the toilet really quick? It's awkward but also it's right there. 

    Before any of that though, Emily needed some actual clothes. The t-shirt comes off, the panties drop to her feet - god, she should shave again soon - and she looks before her clothes.

    ---
    What's Emily gonna wear today?
    A. Grey sweatpants, white sweatshirt, sports bra and black bikini briefs are close enough to real clothes to count. Besides she's working from home today and doesnt have to turn her camera on for all her meetings.
    B. The weather's turning a bit so one can dress looser, a green t-shirt with white cuffs on the neck and short sleeves, black bra, jean skirt and the grey lacy thong next to it in the laundry would be nice.
    C. It's an average day, she'll don what is essentially her uniform - a red plaid button up with a white tank beneath, white bra, jeans, and a pair of bright pink cheekies that get to make her happy and no one else.

    How's Emily gonna pee?
    A. She'll go back out there and knock on the door, asking Ally if she'd mind her stopping in to use the toilet because she's REALLY struggling here |
    CLOSENESS: +++ OR -
    B. She'll go back out there and knock on the door, asking Ally to hurry up since she really has to go | 
    CLOSENESS: 
    C. She'll go back out there and bang on the door, yelling at Ally to get out now so she can pee because she's about to piss herself | 
    CLOSENESS: --
    D. She'll go to the coffee shop and pee there, might be a little line but she's done it before and she'll almost certainly make it. | 
    CLOSENESS:
    E. She'll go to the coffee shop and pee there, might be a little line but she's done it before and she'll almost certainly make it. And maybe Irene wants to come? | 
    CLOSENESS: +

    STATS

    EMILY                                                                                                                                  
    HUNGER: 73%   THIRST: 71%   EXHAUSTION: 1%   BOREDOM: 29%   BLADDER: 93%

    EMILY'S APARTMENT                                                                               
    ROOMMATES: IRENE, ALLY   CLOSENESS: =   BATHROOM: WORKING
    ---
    Also everyone, this is my first time writing fiction! So if you have any thoughts or comments on the story, on my writing, or where you want it to go, please let me know! Very happy to hear what you like and what you don't like and what kind of stuff you're looking to see. Thanks for reading.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to elephantMan in An Everyday Girl   
    Hey all,

    Felt like writing and wanted to take inspiration from a story here I quite liked called Just a Normal Girl (linked here).

    The idea being to write otherwise every day situations with a person we make and see what kind of desperation they get into. Striving for some degree of realism here but ultimately yall will be in control of what our character does. Just keep in mind the options I give aren't going to end up being too outlandish. On top of that I'm gonna be making some mechanics, aping a lot from Intergalactic Travels in terms of having some needs that need to be met. 

    And let's start by making our protagonist (and thereby having a LOT of choices to make at the start to get our feet set). This story is going to be following the story of:

    A. Emily
    B. Kira
    C. Jasmine

    Mid-twenties, and attractive without being too invested in finding a partner at the moment. She is:

    A. Short and fairly curvy, not fat but filled out
    B. Tall and thin as a rail, with long flowy hair
    C. Unnoticeably average - height, build, weight, definitionally non-notable

    She lives in the city near where she graduated. At present she's working as a:

    A. receptionist at an office building
    B. software engineer working from home
    C. mechanic at a local car shop
    D. baker at the local grocery store

    and finds it a good enough way to make some money. It's at least enough for her to keep her current digs, living in:

    A. a tiny studio she can barely afford
    B. her childhood home with her parents, pitching in when she can
    C. a bigger flat with a few roommates she knew from school

    And lest you think all she does is work and sleep, our protagonist has stuff she does for fun. Most notably, she:
    A. jogs and runs, building up to doing marathons one day
    B. art, sometimes on tablet and other times on canvas
    C. plays games, hoping on calls with friends to socialize
    D. goes out, heads to bars and clubs to dance and have a good time

    And as we start the day of this every day girl, we find her asleep in her bed. She always wears:
    A. nothing, prefering to sleep in the nude
    B. some panties but nothing else to not get too warm
    C. a nightgown, living the Victorian fantasy
    D. some makeshift pajamas with a sweatshirt and sweatpants

    to sleep and she's about to wake up to start her week.

    Given you six things to pick at the start, excited to see what people choose!

    STATS

    NO_NAME                                                                                                                          
    HUNGER: 72%   THIRST: 68%   EXHAUSTION: 0%   BOREDOM: 27%   BLADDER: 89%

     
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    OmoMan111 reacted to RainbowCitadel in On my way home   
    So, this happened about a month ago, one Friday afternoon as I was at this pub with a couple of friends, for out weekly Friday gathering. None of us were drunk we ended up staying late and it was around 10 when I decided to head home. I thought about using the restroom before I left, but I didn't really have to go and decided not to. However, as I was riding my bicycle through the city, the beers in my stomach quickly caught up with me and mixed with the cool evening air my urge to pee grew rapidly.
    I was less than halfway into my 20 minutes ride home, when I realized that I'd might not be able to make it home in time. I kept my eyes open for a place to pee, but there was no public restroom around and the street were crowded with people out having a good time. Realizing that I wasn't that far away from the train station and knowing that there would be toilets, I decided to make a detour. A few minutes later I pulled up at the train station, left the bike and headed for the toilet. I had to pee pretty bad by now but as I reached the toilet, I was greeted by locked door and a sign saying that the toilets were closed from 10PM to 6AM... Damn.

    Frustrated and extremely disappointed, I went back to my bike trying to come up with a new plan. I was clean by now that there was no way that would be able to make it home with dry pants unless I were to find somewhere to pee. Riding my bike through the city, I looked around in desperation. There were small groups of people scattered around the streets but next to the train station there was this quiet stairwell leading to an underground parking garage. Looking around, hesitating for a bit I realized that this might be my only option and decided to go for it.

    Sneaking halfway down the stairs, out of sight from anyone in the streets, I unzipped my tight skinny jeans, pulled them down along with my panties and took a squat. As the pee started splashing unto the concrete stairs, I took a sigh of relief but in that exact some moment, I heard voiced coming from the door leading to the garage. I realized that someone was coming so I held back my remaining pee - with my bladder felt very upset about - and pulled up my jeans just as a small ground of loud young men came walking through the door.
    Happy that I'd make the call to stop peeing, I scoot aside inside the stairwell to let them pass. But while I thought that I had managed to hold back my pee, this only lasted a handful of seconds after which the urge to pee hit like a hammer. Clenching every muscle in my body, desperately trying to hold my pee, I felt a small stream but steady of pee escape into my underwear. Caught by panic, I grabbed my crotch desperately clenching and trying to stop myself from peeing, but it was no use and the seconds I stopped clenching, the pee came squirting out.

    I was in shock. I had no idea what to do as I just stood there pissing myself. I felt the soaking my crotch as it quickly started seeping down my legs and into my boots. After a while I finally managed to stop myself from peeing, but the damage was already done and to be honest, letting myself finish would have likely made no difference. The young men were far gone, and I don’t think that any of them notices me peeing myself even though I was right next to them.

    Standing there in the quiet stairwell feeling my pee-soaked jeans clinging to my legs, I took a moment to grasp the situation before I walked back to my bicycle and continued home. The warm sensation quickly vanished, and the ride home was pretty cold but luckily it only took about 10 minutes. I felt so weird riding openly through the city wearing my pee-soaked jeans, by as it was dark, no one was likely able to tell. But the time a made it home I still had to pee a little and while I could help feel silly, in hindsight it as actually pretty funny…
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    OmoMan111 reacted to IsaSan in Pee in the cinema   
    First I want to clarify that I am 19 years old, I am a Mexican girl, I am 1.68 meters tall, I have a good body according to me, I use Google Translate because my English is not very good to write it and I don't usually write much here but for some time now several things have happened to me that can I share and I hope you like it and enjoy it
     
    A month or so ago I went alone to see a concert in a movie theater, the truth is I was a little nervous because I was finally going to see one of the members of my favorite group, on a screen, but I was finally going to see him, so that day I made sure I didn't have anything else to do to enjoy the concert, I did my normal routine in the morning, pee morning, breakfast and then I started getting ready to go out, what I didn't count on was that from the time I had breakfast at 9 am until the concert started at 6 pm I had been drinking 1 coffee, 1 bottle of one and a half liters of water while I was getting ready and 1 half liter lemon water while I was on the way to the cinema, not to mention that when the concert was going to start I had bought a large soda to last me through the entire concert.
     
    As the concert went on I began to feel the urge to pee little by little, with every minute that passed I felt more the urgency and desperation to pee but I didn't want to stop watching the concert for even a second, the last half hour of the concert was a torture for my bladder, I had already finished my soda and I was still singing and screaming while I had one hand on my crotch, doing the pee pee dance in my seat, crossing my legs and squirming all at once.
     
    When the concert was over I made sure to see everything that could be seen and once I had seen everything I ran out and luckily there was a bathroom leading out of the room, The bad thing is that I wasn't the only one who wanted to pee at that moment, all the bathrooms were occupied and there was a line of almost 15 girls my age and in the same situation as me. To be honest, I enjoyed seeing how other girls were equally desperate, crossing their legs, doing the pee dance and some with both hands on their crotch, time passed and I felt like I was about to pee myself, there were only 2 more girls left but I already felt that my panties were wet, I put both my hands on my crotch and crossed my legs with all my strength.The girl in front of me apparently didn't have that much urgency because when she saw me she offered me her place and without hesitation I accepted it and in a few seconds it was finally my turn to enter the bathroom as soon as I entered, I don't even know how I managed to take off my pants and underwear at the same time and as soon as I sat down I let go of everything I had been holding on to since the morning, I felt so relieved at that moment and when I came out I could see again a long line of girls desperate to pee, that day was one of the best for me as an omorashi lover and I would do it again if I could.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to holdingon in Doing a hold during a concert   
    I was at a concert tonight and unintentionally did a hold that turned intentional. I had a Red Bull a few hours before the show. I kind of had to go once I got to the venue but decided it wasn’t bad enough to worry about yet. I got my drink, found a good spot to stand, and enjoyed the opening bands. After finishing half my drink and standing around for long enough, I started to get desperate. I didn’t wanna give up my spot so I just tried to hold it while drinking my drink slowly. I was subtly shifting around a lot but focusing on the music.
     
    Eventually I finished my drink and waited around a bit more. Once the last opening band before the headliner finished their set, I ran off to the bathroom. Of course I had to wait in line and was dying to go. The woman behind me in line was trying to make small talk and I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. Finally I got in a stall and almost wet myself taking off my hoodie tied around my waist and undoing my belt. I peed for at least 30 seconds. I got a cup of water and went back to the show. 
     
    During the headliner, I felt like I had to go again (broke the seal) but decided to wait until I got home since it would be a pain to try to go when everyone was leaving the venue after the show. I got home 40 minutes ago and decided to do a for fun hold. I showered off when I got home and the effects of the hot water were hard to ignore. I’m going to see how long I can wait and maybe have some solo fun time 😈. 
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    OmoMan111 reacted to AnotherGuy in The Balloon Ride   
    It was summer break, and Brittney and Claire had been invited to join several college friends on a hot air balloon ride across the California countryside. Neither had done anything like this before so were both excited and nervous. Their other friends had chosen to stay overnight at a hotel near the balloon launch site, but Brittney and Claire had chosen to drive up on the day itself.
    Claire drove down to Brittney’s apartment to pick her up. “How do I look?” asked Brittney as she got in the car. “You look great, like you always do” replied Claire. “Thanks, you too” replied Brittney, but it wasn’t really a fair comparison. Brittney was naturally pretty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and curves in all the right places. Today she was wearing a crop top showing off her stomach, baggy blue jeans, Nike sneakers and a baseball cap. The tomboyish outfit suited her well, but she was the kind of person who would look good even wearing a trash bag. Claire was plainer in looks, with brown hair tied in a ponytail and square glasses framing her brown eyes. She was skinny, with no meaningful curves to speak of. Today she was wearing a t-shirt, denim shorts and casual sneakers. Though she wouldn’t admit it, Claire had always been somewhat jealous of how pretty Brittney was. Claire started driving and they headed off.
    The first half of the journey went well, with little traffic and they were making good progress. After about an hour or so, they stopped at a McDonald’s and both drank large sodas before getting back on the road. This would later turn out to be their downfall. The rest of the journey after that was not so smooth, with heavy traffic building up. There had been an accident on the highway slowing everything down. Eventually it got to 11am when the balloon was supposed to have launched and they were still a little while away. They called Mark, who had set up the ride, to let him know they would be late. “Well ok, but get here as soon as you can, we’re all ready and waiting here” was his slightly frustrated response. "Don't worry, we'll be there" replied Brittney.
    Brittney was looking forward to seeing Mark, as she’d had a crush on him for several years but had always been a little too nervous to do anything about it. Maybe today would be her chance to get closer to him and express an interest? Also going was Mark’s best friend Dan. “Is Alex going to be there too?” asked Brittney. “Yeah” replied Claire. “Ugh, she’s a bitch” groaned Brittney. Alex did have a rather harsh, abrasive manner that many people found difficult to get along with. She spoke her mind at all times without a filter. Brittney and Claire suspected that the boys in the group only hung around with Alex because they thought she was hot.
    The girls continued to sit in traffic, not moving much. “You know, I kind of need to pee” said Brittney. “Me too” replied Claire, feeling some bladder pressure herself. “Oh well, it’s not far now and we can go when we get there” commented Brittney. “Yeah, I can wait a while” answered Claire. Brittney could wait too, but she would need to go sometime fairly soon. They continued driving, as the traffic began to improve slightly. They chose not to stop anywhere to look for toilets as this would make them even later than they already were.
    Eventually they arrived at the site, more than half an hour later than planned. By this point, both girls definitely needed to pee and intended to use the bathrooms before leaving. However, as they got out of the car, they saw that everyone else was already standing in the field and the balloon was fired up and ready to leave. “Come on, we’re already late” said Mark, rushing the pair towards the balloon. “Wait, I...” started Brittney, about to express her desire to use the bathroom. “Just come on, we gotta go!” called out mark, cutting her off mid-sentence. Brittney and Claire did need to go, and were rather nervous about getting on the balloon when they could already feel some bladder pressure. However, they didn’t want to make a fuss about it after having already delayed the group. Everyone got in the balloon and it began to lift from the ground. There was no turning back now.
    After an hour, both girls were feeling a stronger desire to go, but they could still wait a little while. Mark suddenly brought out some beers from a cooler box in the bottom of the basket and offered one to everybody. Brittney took one and began to drink even though she knew the alcohol would go straight to her bladder, which was already pretty full. She just wanted to relax and enjoy the trip. Claire declined the beer as she had to drive home later, but did take a Coke instead, reluctantly drinking it as she didn’t want to consume too many fluids. Everybody was enjoying the balloon ride, but Brittney and Claire couldn’t help thinking about their bladders and wondering when they might have a chance to relieve themselves. Perhaps it was best to just try not to worry about it right now.
    After another hour, both girls were really starting to get desperate. Brittney was leaning against the side of the basket, an act which allowed her to hold her crotch without anybody noticing. Claire stood next to her, and as she saw what Brittney was doing, she copied her. From up here, the view across the hills was beautiful, but they both had other concerns. “How’s the bladder?” asked Claire. “Not good, I’m busting at the seams” replied Brittney. “Me too” answered Claire. They were starting to get a bit anxious now, hoping that they might land soon. This was perhaps too optimistic.
    Finally, Claire decided to say something and went over to Mark. “Hi, I was just wondering when you think we might start to head down?” she asked casually. “Why, are you scared?” commented Alex in a mocking tone. “No, it’s just me and Brittney really need to pee” explained Claire. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind going too, but it’s not urgent” added Dan. “Why does everybody suddenly need to piss?” exclaimed Mark with frustration. He had spent a lot of time and money on setting up this trip and didn’t want it to be cut short. “I don’t need to go” added Alex helpfully. With a sigh, Mark approached the balloon pilot. “When’s the earliest we might be able to land?” he asked. “It’s not safe to land over these hills, it’ll probably be at least another hour at before we find somewhere. Balloons follow the wind you see, I’m afraid I can’t speed things up” explained the pilot. Claire and Brittney were rather worried by this news as their bladders were already achingly full, but there was nothing they could do. Another hour seemed like a long time, but they would just have to wait.
    During the next hour, Claire and Brittney tried to relax and act normal, chatting with the rest of the group and enjoying the view. However, they were struggling to hide their still growing desperation. Brittney in particular was having a hard time, she just couldn’t stop fidgeting and jiggling her legs. It was kind of subtle, but you could see that she really needed to go to the bathroom. There was still no sign of the balloon landing any time soon, so this wasn’t an option right now. “Are you ok?” asked Dan to Brittney, as he noticed her fidgeting. “Not really, I have to pee really bad” she replied in an anxious manner. “Actually, I have to go too” said Dan. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine though” he added. This was no consolation to Brittney. Dan wasn’t fidgeting or showing any obvious signs of needing to go, so clearly he wasn’t anywhere near as desperate as she was. Claire did look to be in some discomfort, but also didn’t appear to be struggling quite as much as Brittney was right now.
    “You’re a big girl, you can hold it” Brittney thought to herself as she tried to calm herself and ignore her urgent need. She was unable to think of anything other than how badly she needed to go, and didn’t think that she could wait much longer at all. She tried to chat with her friends and tried to just enjoy the view, but nothing could distract her from her bladder which felt stretched tight like a full balloon, ready to burst at any moment. Another ten minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. Having that beer had clearly been a very bad idea, and she regretted drinking that soda earlier.
    Brittney had only been this desperate once before that she could remember, on the way back from a night out after having far too much to drink. On that occasion she had peed her pants in the hallway of her dorm building, unable to make it to her room in time. She had a bad feeling that something very similar was about to happen again. A drunken wetting may be embarrassing, but at least you have a decent excuse. Wetting right now would be even more humiliating. She thought about her crush on Mark and how he would probably never be interested in her if she wet herself in front of him. Plus, what would her other friends (and Alex) think of her? She had to try to hold it, no matter what. 
    Brittney clenched her teeth as she squeezed her pee hole shut as hard as she could, focusing all of her energy on trying not to pee. She knew the flood was coming soon, but wanted to delay it for as long as she possibly could. If the balloon were to land within a few minutes, she might just be able to make it without peeing her pants, but they hadn’t even started to descend at all. Even though there was a cool breeze up here, Brittney was sweating with the effort of holding the pee in. She knew that she was about to wet herself, but there was nothing that she could do to stop it.
    Eventually, the inevitable happened. Brittney let out a little whimpering sound and put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. A dark wet patch appeared on the crotch of her jeans and rapidly spread down her legs. She was wetting herself, and once the flow had started, she could not stop it. There was an audible hissing sound as pee soaked into her jeans, streamed down her legs, ran into her shoes and dripped through the bottom of the balloon basket. The rest of the group suddenly stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Brittney, who felt herself blushing with embarrassment while she still could not stop peeing. By the time she had finished, the inside legs of her jeans were soaked all the way down to her ankles, with very obvious dark patches. There was an awkward silence for a while.
    “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I had no idea you needed to go that bad” said Mark. “It’s ok” replied Brittney, in a slightly shaky voice that suggested she didn’t really feel ok. “Alright, can we start heading down now?” Mark called out to the balloon pilot. “I’ll land as soon as we can, but it won’t be right away. Maybe another half an hour.” Replied the pilot. “I’m really sorry, I feel terrible” said Mark. “It’s fine, there was nothing you could do” said Brittney, not wanting to make a big fuss about it. “That’s so gross, what the fuck is wrong with you?” asked Alex in her usual sympathetic manner. “Come on, don’t be like that, it was an accident” said Mark, standing up for Brittney. The balloon gradually started to descend.
    For Claire, watching Brittney pee her pants had made her own need feel even more urgent and she also felt that she was dangerously close to having an accident. It took over 45 minutes for the pilot to find a safe place to land the balloon. During this time, Claire gave up any attempt to hide her need. She was pee dancing frantically, crossing her legs and holding her crotch as she fought to hold the pee in. She also noticed that Dan, who had mentioned needing to go earlier and had drank two beers during the ride, also now looked a bit uncomfortable and fidgety. Eventually he admitted. “I’m busting too”. “Not as much as I am” replied Claire, and she was probably right. “You two had better not piss your pants as well” commented Alex. Everybody frowned at her, this was not a helpful thing to say.
    Since Brittney’s accident, Mark had been really kind and attentive towards her, she was enjoying the attention from him and had relaxed a lot, now laughing about her accident instead of being embarrassed by it. However, her wet jeans felt cold and sticky on her legs, and she was looking forward to being able to change into clean clothes later.
    Finally, the balloon landed with a heavy bump. The shock of this impact was enough for Claire to leak a small spurt of pee, forming a coin-sized wet spot on her crotch. She could feel the rest of the pee right there at the end of her urethra ready to come out at any moment. She couldn’t afford to waste any time. As soon as it was safe to get out of the basket, Claire announced “I have to pee right now!” and ran off across the field towards the bushes at the edge, holding her crotch as she did so.
    Claire managed to make it to the bushes without leaking any more. However, as she was fumbling to undo her belt and unbutton her shorts, pee dancing frantically as she did so, she suddenly felt the floodgates open, she began to pee full force and couldn’t stop it. Resigning herself to failure, she squatted down with her shorts still on and just peed straight through them. She tried to direct the flow out through the leg holes of her shorts, but had little success. Pee soaked into the crotch and butt of her denim shorts, forming visible wet patches. The relief of finally getting to pee felt so good that she didn’t really care that she was wetting herself.
    Just as she was finishing, Claire saw Dan approaching the same spot in the bushes. He was walking somewhat stiffly, with a hand to his crotch. He was obviously also desperate. “Aw, bad luck” he said as he saw her soaked shorts. Then he turned his back to her, unzipped and began to pee with a strong, powerful flow that continued for some time, giving a sigh of relief as he did so. He had clearly needed to go much more urgently than he had previously let on. “You really needed that too then?” Asked Claire after he had finished. “Yeah, that last half hour I was getting worried, too much longer and I would probably have peed my pants too.” He replied.
    They headed back to the group, where Claire had to show her wet shorts to everyone. “Oh no, you were so close!” Commented Brittney. “I couldn’t hold it a second longer, you’re lucky I didn’t pee in that basket too” replied Claire. “Next time, let’s make sure not to drink so much beforehand” said Brittney. As they were leaving, Mark was still being kind and attentive towards Brittney. “I still feel really bad about this, is there any way I can make it up to you?” He asked. “How about you take me out for dinner next week?” She suggested. “Sure, I’ll text you later with a time and place” he replied. Typical. Only Brittney could pee her pants and get a date out of it. Meanwhile, nobody seemed to care that much about Claire’s accident.
    Mark and Brittney did end up dating, and whenever people asked how they got together, they would share the funny story of her accident. Though it seemed weird, Brittney was glad that she had peed her pants that day, because if she hadn’t, maybe they would never have ended up going on that first date at all. As for Claire’s love life, that’s another story to be told later.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to Kyuu in Pee in the cinema   
    OmoOrg strictly prohibits posts involving real-life vandalism, which as outlined in our Rules and Guidelines, includes peeing on theater seats.
    It doesn't matter if you're posting about doing it yourself, posting that you intend to do it, or asking others to share their experiences doing such. It's not allowed in any capacity whatsoever. Don't involve non-consenting people in your fetish. This is our golden rule, and we enforce it heavily.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to TVGuy in What happened to the actress snuppa? Does anyone know?   
    Snuppa pre-dated HD Wetting by a year or two.  That would have put her producing videos in 2005, and at time she was supposed to have been 26.  That means she would be 45 years old today.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to WiiGuy86 in What happened to the actress snuppa? Does anyone know?   
    She's probably in her 40s or 50s and not making porn anymore lol. Still the GOAT though
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    OmoMan111 reacted to Monkeydan123 in Witnessed genuine wetting today   
    I drive for Amazon and I was lucky enough to witness some genuine omorashi today! A truck in front of me quickly pulled into the driveway of my next stop. As I pull up, a tall blonde mid twenty’s woman runs from her car to the door and bangs on the door furiously. I couldn’t help but watch her squirm and hold herself as she waited (for maybe 10 seconds) for her roommate to let her in. She had a good sized wet spot on the back of her jeans (maybe 10-12 inches in diameter). She had clearly leaked quite a bit and idk if she made it to the toilet, but I like to think not.
     
    I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day, and I wish I had seen her lose it, but am still thrilled with what I saw. Hope she wasn’t too embarrassed.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to EmeraldWaters in My Shyness Gets Me Into Desperate Situations   
    For as long as I could remember, I’ve been a really shy person. I’ve always struggled to speak up (something that I’ve been working on, but that’s irrelevant). In addition, I have a shy bladder. This has also improved somewhat, but especially in high school and before I’d just… lock up, and I couldn’t go even when I really needed to. Between that and being shy to even ask for the bathroom has put me in many desperate situations over the years. I have never had an accident due to this,  but I thought I’d share some stories. Some of these stories have been copied and pasted from other threads I’ve talked in before. 
    I’m just recalling random stories, some are better than others. If you want to hear more, tell me and I can write some. 
     
    Within the last year, I was headed to the bathroom at work. I work as a cashier, meaning I pretty much have to be excused from my station to pee so whatever situation I walk into, I’ve got to pee or (annoyingly due to my shy bladder) hold it. I can’t come back in 5 minutes most of the time. 
     
    … working at a store also means sharing a bathroom with customers. And since I am a woman, that often means a mother of very vocal children follow me right in. I personally don’t like kids and they their talking in the bathroom can lock me up (plus the store is loud and the bathroom is the only quiet I get on an 8 1/2 hour shift), so if I notice a mother heading towards the bathroom, I wait to ask to go after she leaves. (Or course, I also can’t watch and monitor every person that walks in, either.) 
     
    Anyway, just as I walk in to the bathroom one day, a mother with a little girl comes walking in asking a bazillion questions. I internally sigh, this is going to be difficult I know. I know that I should at least try though, so I go in the stall and try to relax. I hear them take the stall directly next me and the mother starts vocally instructing/helping her kid to use the toilet. She’s telling how big a girl she is saying things like “let’s get your pants off. Oh, good job! Okay sweetie, here, let me help get you up.”
     
    It annoys me incredibly, and especially because the more someone makes their presence known, the more likely I’m going to lock up. And they’re both talking nonstop. I try and try to relax, but I get a feeling I’ll have to wait until they actually leave. But… I’m always very shy about taking too long in the bathroom too, especially at work. I’m afraid that they’ll ask if I’m just buying time in there to get out of work. Anyway, I finally manage to somehow relax and a small stream begins to trickle out of me. thank goodness. 
     
    But that’s when the mother said, “ohhh… are you going pee, sweetie?” 
     
    “…no…” 
     
    “oh…”
     
    I have no idea why anyone would ask this in a public restroom, but I was absolutely mortified. My bladder immediately shut off after that, and I knew there was no recovering from this. I only sighed internally. I wouldn’t be peeing after all… and I had enough of these people, nor did I want to have to face them again. I promptly headed out of the restroom as fast as I could (after quickly throwing soap/water at my hands) with urine sloshing around my bladder. 
     
       
    This isn’t as fun of a story likely, but I had another in counter with a customer in the bathroom. This one was a mother of what looked to be a 10 year old girl, arms full of clothes. They were trying on clothes. Upon seeing me, the mother immediately begins screaming — I mean, actually screaming— about how stupid it is the store doesn’t have fitting rooms. 
     
    Now, I probably should have just turned a 180 right then, but either I go to the bathroom, or I don’t. I’m not the best at words or people (the job is rather ill fitting), and overall the moment I punch out or go to the bathroom, all my cashiering skills go right out the window. 
     
    When I don’t know what to say, or if I’m getting yelled at by some crazy person like this, I usually just stay silent. Freeze up. Very much a freeze response. Anyway, this time not in cashier mode, I just walk straight into the stall. At first I thought that was the end of it, but a few moments later she starts bitching again about things that have nothing to do with me. Great. It takes a minute of me awkwardly just trying to go as this idiot keeps having out bursts, and just as I’d start, she’d tell again and scare me shut. Conveniently no one else was coming in, either, to give her a weird look for yelling at someone on the toilet. 
     
    i did end up emptying my bladder fully that time, but it was an absolute pain for obvious reasons. I think by the time I was almost done she finally realized I would not be replying to her, and stopped. (At that point, I was so annoyed. I figured if she wanted to tell my manager I ignored her, I’d just explain “that was in the bathroom, while I was peeing.”)
     
       
    When I was younger, I’d have anxiety about relaxing my bladder. I’m not really so sure *why* this was, but I’d have often have to do a bunch of rituals before I could convince my mind it was okay— I can pee. Even in my own home, it’d take a few minutes to relax.
     
    These rituals varied quite a bit, but one was to look behind the bathroom curtain. I just needed to be sure that no one was there. While most of these rituals had no real reasoning behind them as to why they worked, this one in particular had a reason. 
     
    One time, me, my brother and cousins were playing hide and seek. I was seeking for awhile, but I couldn’t seem to find them anywhere. Part of me wondered if they had gotten bored and ditched me without my notice (wouldn’t be the first time). And…, I had go to the bathroom. Even if they didn’t ditch me, I probably should have asked to go in between rounds—I had lots of lemonade earlier and had laughed a lot which always makes me need to go more. I kind of hesitated before deciding to go. 
     

    Thankfully, I actually went pretty easily. But I quickly became aware that they were directly behind the curtain, whispering to each other. I guess when I put it that way, I wonder if my bladder shyness actually originated from this. 
     
    In any case, I quickly stopped myself and pulled my pants back up. I legitimately didn’t know what to do at that point, I mean it’s not like I even got to empty my bladder fully. So I pretended they weren’t there, flushed the toilet, washed my hands and just… walked out, pretending I didn’t know they were there. 
     

    When I first started my job, honestly I was incredibly shy. I nearly thought it was illegal to ask for a bathroom break, so I’d only go in between switching places with someone or during my break.
     
    When I first started, breaks were often an hour — even two— hours behind schedule. I remember one time it was nearing four hours since I had a break, and I was bursting. Fidgeting, squirming, crossing my legs a bit less than casually, but trying my best to keep it all subtle. The manager comes over and asks if I needed anything because I had been at it for so long, and it’d be awhile before my break yet. She specifically asked if I needed water or a toilet, and for some reason I said no. So I had to hold until my break. No leaks, but I was getting close to that point. 
     
    Getting desperate at work happens about every few weeks, but this was one of the times I was most desperate.
     
     
     
     
     
    I’ve had a handful of surgeries over the years, and I’ve found that even if you ask for a toilet the moment you are somewhat aware, it’ll be at least an hour until you are allowed to go. You’re not allowed to drink X hours before your surgery, but they give you IVs through the operation, which while the time varies wildly, seems to take about 6 hours + however long it takes to wake up. So you figure, it’s like waking up in the morning if you’ve had liquids throughout the night and having to hold it for an unknown amount of time. 
    The nurse will come about once every 15 minutes. Pretty much, they have a checklist you have to complete before you can get out of bed. (Do you know what happened? Who you are? Can you handle water? Food? Standing? Okay, THEN you can go.) 
     
    One time, when I had surgery on my leg, I needed the staff to get a wheelchair so I could go. It took several times asking, and clarifying that I needed a wheelchair and couldn’t walk to finally be able to go. The nurse lingered in the bathroom with me, which… while that surprised me, I supposed it made sense. The surgery was rather extensive and they wanted to make sure I was okay, but my bladder is incredibly shy. Even though I needed to go so badly, I just couldn’t until I got her to stand just outside the door instead. I want to say that the surgery started around 7 am, and it was 6-7 pm before I was able to pee. 
     
    anyway, it’s fun to look back at these things now but it wasn’t fun at the time. 
     
     
    One time on a school trip, we were all packing up and getting ready to go home. I hadn’t peed in a few hours, and the trip was about 4-5 hours without stopping. The plan was, we were going to do an activity for an hour (in which it’d be nearly impossible to excuse yourself to the bathroom during) and then all rush out to get to the bus and go home. It goes without saying therefore that I should probably go to the bathroom on the way to the activity, as that’d be my last chance to go for a long time. Me and another girl headed that way together when we passed a bathroom. I told her I’d use it, and so she waited outside. 
     
    It was a group of stalls, and I think someone else was there. I sit down, relax and… nothing. I try to take a few deep breaths… nothing. I start to become aware that time is passing, and someone is waiting for me. That only locks me up more and I just… can’t. Maybe the other person was also causing me to freeze up, I can’t quite remember that part, but I know one thing that’ll lock me up more than anything else is time passing. Realizing I’m taking too long, especially when someone’s waiting on me. 
     
    reluctantly, I get up and leave without going. I’m beginning to feel very anxious though, because… how long am I going to be forced to hold it again? And of course, now that I’ve got pee in my mind, it feels like I have to go already. 
     
    i think I made up some stupid excuse about forgetting something and then going back to the bathroom. (Either she followed me back or like… she very clearly knew something weird was going on, but didn’t say anything.)  It was incredibly embarrassing. I sit down… locked up. But… I think to how much I’m going to have to hold it otherwise, and I stay for several more minutes before I can finally manage to let myself pee. 
     
    3. This isn’t any one particular story, but I always pee just before I leave for work. Usually it’s about 3 hours later before I get an easy chance to pee. (Did I mention I’m also shy? And that I tend to avoid asking my coworkers to take over for a few minutes so I can pee leading to a not-so-nice full bladder?) Sometimes, though, my body just… freezes. I need to be out the door in 5 minutes. Four. Three. Come on, I still need to get my shoes and coat on… two. One… still nothing. And now I’m rushing out the door, a few minutes late, with a bladder that will now have to hold for 3 more hours. 
     
     
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    So this actually happened about a year and a half ago, but I very nearly full-force pissed myself I'm front of at least 10 people. 
    A little backstory... At the time, I was dating a cute Korean guy and for this incident I was driving out to visit his parents. He was already heading there as well,  he just had to stop at a few more places for his dad so I took my own car. I live in Southern Mississippi, and his parents lived more in northern Mississippi above Jackson... About a 2 hour drive from where I lived. I'd never driven through that city, so I didn't know how bad the traffic could be around there.
     
    It was hot and I was drinking a ton of water, not even thinking about it because the A/C in our car is broken so I was really feeling that heat while we were in bumper to bumper traffic. I'd had at least 2 full smart water bottles in an hour time span. After 45 minutes or so of being in stop and go traffic, I'd made it maybe 300 yards. My bladder was filling fast, and I knew I had to stop because I had almost 45 minutes left to drive... and I definitely wasn't going to make it there dry if I didn't stop. I spot an exit, and I inch my way over into the far right lane. I make it to the exit, and come to a stop at the red light. I look up at the sign to my right. .4 miles to a gas station, I can make it. 
     
    By this point, I was bouncing up and down in my seat and holding myself. All of the sudden, I had to sneeze. I clenched down, but as I sneezed I felt a sharp fast spurt of piss get forced out of me. Luckily I had a pad on, as it was the day after my period ended and I like to be safe. The warmth spreading around my crotch as the pad soaked up the piss made me go a little more, and a little more. Fuuuck no I'm dribbling in my car.
     
    I finally get into the turning lane for the gas station. At this point, I'm at a 9/10 and desperately trying to to not let loose as soon as I step out. I pissed a little more as I did, in fact. I started to hop from foot to foot, as another sharp small spurt splashed into my pad, and another. Fuck, it's busy here. Every pump is full, and there's a line 10 people deep inside. I focus myself, and calmly walk to the bathroom and pull on the door like I'm not actively having an accident. It's fucking locked, and it's a keypad door. I hobble up to the cashier, and ask politely for the code for the bathroom. I pissed a little more as soon as I stopped walking. She gives me an annoyed look and says "I can't give it out, you gotta wait and I'll unlock it for you".
     
    Fuck fuck fuck. Okay, I go over to the bathroom door and start slightly dancing in place, squeezing my muscles and trying to not think about the empty toilet that's on the other side of there door. The toilet that I could easily be pissing full force into, if I didn't have to wait. I leaked again, fuck. It's almost to the point where the pad is leaking into my underwear. It's getting bad, I'm doing everything I can to not let go and humiliate myself. Thank god I decided to put on my black leggings and my long sleeveless dress. I'm bouncing now and my bladder muscles are fluttering. I'm dribbling now, not a lot but enough to make me worry for how much the pad can hold. 
     
    More time passes, it's been at least a few minutes but it felt like hours in my state. I spurted again, and felt it to go my knee this time. I go back up to the cashier and she's still got 10+ people in line. At this point, I'm done with pleasantries. I said "You need to give me the code, or you'll be mopping up a puddle." She said "I already told you I'll unlock it after I get done with this line" I piss a little more, it's now trickling down my leg and making its way to the floor. I start to panic, and tell "Just fucking unlock the door I'm literally about to wet my pants Jesus Christ". She gives me the most apathetic look and says "You need to calm down, and wait for me to be finished".
     
    The next spurt was much worse, *fwoooooosh*,  for a full on second or two I lost complete control and an audible hissing sound was made as my inner thighs suddenly flooded with warmth. I realized that waiting inside was going to lead to disaster and I bolted out the back door... As soon as I made it to the dumpster, pissing a little with every step, I made it there for my bladder to completely give out and empty entirely. I sat down and just let it flow, there was nothing I could do at that point. It ran out of me like a river, as cars drove by me to get back onto the highway. Tears ran down my face, both from embarrassment and complete relief.
     
    I ended up having to stop at a Walmart for clean pants and wipes so I didn't smell, but luckily I'd had so much water that my pee was very diluted. It was so beyond embarrassing at the time, but I've masturbated thinking about it multiple times now. 
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    “This is really embarrassing, but I guess I’ll take you up on your offer… they are pretty wet.”
    “That’s good! I often bring a spare pair with me, just in case, but this is the first time it’ll be useful.”, she said, while getting a pair of panties out from her bag; cute and pink.
    “They might be a little small because they’re in my size, but hopefully it won’t be too bad.”
    “Thanks Jacks, now don’t look, okay?”, Emily replied, stepping back behind the bushes.
    She quickly lowered her trousers, and swapped her damp panties out for the spare pair from Jaqueline.
    “Jeez, these are tight. Are our sizes really that different, or did I just get the bad luck of getting a particularly small pair?”, Emily exclaimed, feeling the extra pressure on her waist. It wasn’t a problem just yet, but when her bladder fills up this could really be an issue.
    “They might be a bit smaller than usual, they’re kinda an old pair, I just happened to grab them this morning. If it’s too much, I’ve got some other pairs if you-“
    “Don’t worry, these are fine. I can handle a bit of tightness, even if it might make this competition a bit harder.”, interrupted Emily confidently.
    “Oh right… that’s probably gonna be quite the issue for you, your trousers and your panties are both gonna be tight… are you sure you can manage?”
    “Yep, no trouble at all. It makes sense for me to have a handicap anyway, to make us more evenly matched.”
    Jaqueline couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement once again at the idea of her friend struggling with tight clothes in an emergency, and Emily was experiencing something similar. She knew it would definitely be a problem, but she couldn’t resist imagining how exciting this could be when she gets desperate.
    After a moment of thought, Jaqueline remembered they still had 20 minutes of break left.
    “What shall we do for the rest of break?”
    “Let’s go get some drinks, I could do with something to calm my nerves after such a tense class.”
    Jaqueline was a little unsure, she wasn’t desperate yet but she did need to pee quite badly, and more liquids would only overload her bladder more. But at least she only had one third of her prescribed water remaining, for the first 4 hours at least.
    “Okay, but you should be careful, you saw what happened last time. Shall we go to the cafe in the old building? Our next classroom is in that building.”
    “Good thinking, what kind of drink do you want?”
    Jaqueline thought for a moment, she didn’t want more water after drinking so much last class, but she didn’t want something that could have a diuretic effect, or anything too large.
    “I’ll take some apple juice, thanks.”, she said, thinking it would be a smart choice since it only comes in small bottles, so it would be a nice change from water without pushing her bladder too hard.
    The two girls began their walk over to the old building, it’s not a huge distance but it was far enough that Emily definitely wouldn’t have made it earlier in her desperate state. Jaqueline was still able to walk fine, but she was definitely feeling the pressure on her bladder by now too, which would be an issue if she didn’t get a chance to pee as soon as her next class was over.
    Eventually the two girls arrived, and Emily went to the counter, leaving Jaqueline to find some seats in the corner. She used the privacy to cross her legs under the table and fidget a bit, to try and ease the pressure on her outlet.
    After a few minutes of fidgeting, Emily sat down opposite her carrying a large takeaway cup of tea and an unusually large bottle of apple juice.
    “You’re in luck, Jacks, they started stocking 500ml bottles of apple juice. That’s not something you see every day.”
    “Ah… I see, thanks Emily. I wasn’t expecting quite so much fluid, but hopefully it’ll be fine.”
    “I got myself a tea, so I’ll probably be having trouble too, don’t worry~”, Emily replied teasingly, before twisting open the lid and passing over the juice.
    The two girls sat for a while until there was only a few minutes left for their next class, due to the temperature of her tea Emily couldn’t actually drink any of it, but she did have a few sips of water. Jaqueline did drink half of her apple juice, but she decided to save the rest until she was closer to the finish line for this block of classes.
    “We better get going, we’re on the top floor of this building.”, said Jaqueline nervously, as she fidgeted under the table. She was getting a little desperate and was worrying about how the next class would go.
    The two girls got up, and a headed for their classroom, walking up 4 flights of stairs to reach the top floor. Even Emily was pretty winded after that, and the two girls decided next time they’d have to take a lift.
    On their way, they assessed the bathrooms. Even in this building, a couple were out of order, but most of them were open, however there were already some lines. If the few bathrooms in this older building are all that’s open, for 3x as many students as this building usually handles, there’s gonna be a lot of lining up later. Jaqueline gulped slightly as she realized how dangerous her situation could become.
    The two girls took their seats however, for a lecture on mathematics. Neither girls’ strong suit, unfortunately. And it would be a boring class to sit through on a full bladder. But at least it didn’t involve liquids at all.
    The two girls got as comfy as they could, despite the tightness on Emily’s waist and the fullness of Jaqueline’s bladder, and tried to take proper notes this time, although before too long Jaqueline’s notes were jumbled and full of gaps, her focus waning as she fidgeted in place.
    The privacy she had under the table gave her plenty of room to squirm in secret, something she was grateful for. Emily noticed what she was doing however, and felt herself getting excited. Even without naughty panties, she was into omorashi, and her friend being desperate was always going to be arousing to her.
    Time dragged on slowly, Emily drank through her tea as it began to cool down, as well as drinking from her bottle. She had plenty of room left, but remembering she had 350ml of tea and 600ml of water made her shiver slightly, before remembering how arousing this could be. Nonetheless though, perhaps going for a second tea was overzealous… but at least she didn’t go for the largest cup they had.
    Jaqueline slowly drank through her apple juice too, even though she was already bouncing under the desk. She had to pee, but she felt she’d be fine. It was only another hour and a bit. She was going to drink it all, then have some heavenly relief after class. Every time her bladder complained, she’d just tell herself to wait, and focus on the fact she could pee before too long.
    As the class reached the halfway point, Jaqueline was slightly less confident. She finished the apple juice, leaving just 330ml of water for the next 45 minutes, but she was feeling seriously full by now. The weight of the apple juice in her tummy was making its way down to her bladder, and she was getting more fidgety by the minute. Before long, her legs were tightly crossed, and she was losing all focus on the class.
    “Emily… what made you think buying 500ml of apple juice was a good idea when I’m desperate…?”, she said to herself frustratedly.
    Emily did hear however, and blushed slightly. Although if Jaqueline ever asked her directly, she’d say it was just because she knew she likes it and thought she’d appreciate the extra juice; the real reason was a little naughtier, she couldn’t resist helping her friend get more desperate.
    By the last half hour, things were really bad for Jaqueline. She was constantly squirming and bouncing in her seat. Her legs alternated from crossed tight to fanning open and closed, and occasionally when it spiked she couldn’t help but squeeze herself.
    Emily was coping much better, she finished her tea, and made a big dent in her water bottle, drinking nearly half of it. Her tummy was full, and her bladder was filling fast, but she had managed to drink 2/3rds of a liter in an hour.
    Already though, the tightness of her new panties was becoming a problem. Before too much fluid had even reached her bladder, she already felt the pressure, accompanied by a tinge of arousal. Tight clothes sure are powerful, but amazing in their own way.
    Jaqueline struggled with her water, she knew she had to finish it soon, but each sip made her bladder protest, and the sloshing sound of the water just added insult to injury. She couldn’t take a sip without squirming violently, or at least double crossing her legs.
    Eventually, with 10 minutes remaining, the two girls both bit the bullet and downed the last of their water. Emily was sitting mostly comfortably, but slightly tense. Jaqueline was frantic, and her legs were as tight as they could go, while she desperately bounced in her seat. She felt herself start to panic, she had 10 minutes left but she was nearly at her limit, and all the liquid would start to hit her bladder soon. She desperately needed to pee as soon as class was over.
    One by one, the minutes ticked by slowly, her desperation seeming to increase more and more as she got closer to escape. Her notes had been completely abandoned, and even Emily was losing focus as she found herself more and more distracted by her desperate friend. She was now reaching by the point where the only way she could fight back the desperation was to grab herself, something she had tried not to do, in order to stay presentable. But she was shaking, and her outlet felt like it was about to spill, leaving her no choice but to hold it shut!
    At first she only used one hand, trying to pack up her stuff with the other as she squirmed frantically in place, but as soon as her stuff was back on her bag she shoved her other hand down there too, bending forwards and trying to cork up her bladder.
    After what felt like an eternity on the brink of an accident, the teacher called the end of class, one minute past the bell. Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, but Jaqueline needed to get to a toilet as fast as possible. Every moment of delay meant more girls joining the line, and she couldn’t wait!
    Jacquline Stats:
    Bladder Gauge: 130% (max: 130%) [Danger!] Note: the more experienced with holding you are, the further you can push beyond your limits…
    Liquids to process: 200ml
    Bottle Contents: 0ml
    (+20% bladder when above 30% due to tight panties, +10% max from her loose skirt.)
    Emily Stats:
    Bladder Gauge: 55% (max: 150%) [Fidgeting]
    Liquids to process: 300ml
    Bottle Contents: 0ml
    (+25% bladder when above 50% due to tight jeans, +20% bladder when above 30% due to tight panties. +Residual Lewdness from the naughty panties she wore earlier. Bladder impacts from fluids are doubled, because she has +Diuretic from the tea.)
    1. Should Emily make them refill their water bottles now, or after Jaqueline gets to pee?
    A. Now.
    B. After.
    2. Does Jaqueline find a bathroom with a manageable line? 
    A. Yes.
    B. Yes, but it takes a long time.
    C. No!
    3. If the line is too long, what should Jaqueline do?
    A. Try to queue up anyway, she has to be presentable and queue properly.
    B. Go outside…
    C. Look for other bathrooms.
    D. Suggest to Emily that they go out into town, and try to find a toilet there…
    E. Make use of her empty juice bottle… even if it wouldn’t be big enough for everything.
    (I hope this one turned out alright ❤️ I wrote it this morning, but I only just got around to editing and proofreading it. I think it’s a little longer than usual, probably a bit rougher, but hopefully it won’t be too bad. Thank you for putting up with me, everyone.) -Author’s Note
    Thanks both of you, you’re really considerate. I’m sorry for how much I’ve been struggling recently. Hopefully things won’t be too bad when I have to go back to college, but I’m scared of it.
    I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing, I’ll try to rest and write the next chapter when I feel up to it.
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    Jaqueline moved closer to the bathrooms as she watched her friend squirm, she felt that hint of excitement growing stronger as she watched her movements get more frantic.
    Emily realized she didn’t have a choice, even if she found a bathroom somehow, if it had any kind of like she’d pee herself while she waited. She needed to find somewhere where she knew she could pee straight away…
    Noticing Jaqueline coming closer, and the other students starting to move around the corridors, she tried to button up her jeans, but even slightly pulling them to try and do up the buttons caused her bladder to spasm, and a few drips to escape into her damp panties.
    Giving up on being presentable, Emily started to run towards the back door, whizzing past Jaqueline as she went, and cramming both hands into her outlet to try and resist.
    “She’s going outside…? I-I guess it really must be that bad… but more importantly, I can’t believe she’d wear such lewd underwear at school!”, Jaqueline thought, rushing off after her desperate friend.
    She felt her excitement grow even further, and for some reason felt like it would be a waste to let her friend go alone… so she tried to keep up. Thankfully, Emily doubled over after only walking a few feet out of the back door, frantically squirming in place and rubbing herself desperately.
    Knowing Emily wouldn’t want to be seen like this, Jaqueline hid around a corner, but she couldn’t stop watching. It was adorable, and hot, and embarrassing all at the same time, but she was also filled with sympathy.
    “Mustnotpeemustnotpeemustnotpeemustnotpee!!!” was the only thought endlessly swirling around Emily’s mind. After a few seconds, it felt like her dam was breaking, she’d already spurted when she doubled over, but she couldn’t pee here, it would be too embarrassing.
    She tried to move again, very carefully now, as just a single leak could make it visible on her trousers… she looked frantically around, and considered her options.
    Making it all the way to the forested area behind the old building seemed harder than ever, so she desperately looked around for somewhere she could pee…
    Thankfully, there was a small cluster of trees and bushes closer to this building, but it was less secluded. However, in an emergency like this that didn’t matter! She needed to pee, right now!
    Emily suddenly stood up straight, and started trying to walk to the nearby bushes, whimpering and gasping with every step. She was clutching herself and frantically rubbing to try and maintain some level of control, but she was on the brink. 
    Jaqueline followed slowly, not wanting to alarm Emily, and before long the frantic girl made it to the bushes. Jaqueline knew what she was going to do, and that hint of excitement had grown into full blown arousal by now. She was so embarrassed, but she couldn’t look away.
    Emily ducked down behind the bushes, but Jaqueline positioned herself at an angle so she could just about watch her through the thin cover of leaves, the poor girl frantically tore at her clothes, pulling down her trousers and panties just in time for her to spurt violently, sighing with relief as her floodgates opened.
    Jaqueline couldn’t help but blush, Emily’s extremely pent up pee came flooding out into the ground, barely missing her clothes as she didn’t have time to step clear of them.
    “Ahhh… ahhhh…! T-thank god…”, Emily moaned to herself, her bladder finally able to relax as she let loose the ocean it was holding. She continued to pee for nearly over 30 seconds, before she breathed another sigh of relief, and reached for the tissues in her bag.
    Once Emily was finished getting cleaned up and dressed, with her jeans tightly buttoned up once again, Jaqueline walked over to tease her friend.
    “You know… it still counts as one of your 4 bathroom breaks, even if you did it outside.”
    “I-I know that! I just couldn’t wait…”, said Emily, her face going red, “H-how did you know what I was doing, anyway? D-did you see?”
    “Not exactly, but when you see a desperate girl running behind some bushes it’s kinda obvious what’s going to happen…”
    “…I guess that makes sense. I hope no one else noticed, but… that was still embarrassing. I wanted to go after class, but it was out of order…”
    “That explains why you were frantically dancing outside the bathroom with your jeans unbuttoned.”
    “I couldn’t stand still! I had to go outside because if I spent too long finding a bathroom, I’d pee myself on the spot…”, Emily said shyly, before remembering something else, “You noticed my jeans were unbuttoned? You didn’t try to look at my panties or anything, right~?”
    “Well… I didn’t *try* to look, but I did get a glimpse or two. You’re pretty brave wearing them to college, I could never…”
    “I knew you’d be interested in what I was wearing, you always were a little naughty in secret.”, Emily replied, starting to reclaim her usual confidence as she calmed down.
    “I-it’s not that I’m interested in them! It’s just… I’d never be brave enough to wear them out of the house. I’d be worried they’d make me feel hot and bothered all day.”
    “That’s an understandable worry, as they do have a bit of that effect. I like to wear them once in a while, just to spice things up a bit~”
    Jaqueline just blushed quietly, before thinking of another question.
    “Umm, you said the bathroom was out of order, but you said you might have trouble finding another one, are more of them out of order?”
    “Yeah, it’s ridiculous, the sign says most of them will be out of order until our 3rd break, after lunch. Can you believe it? I bet it’s just the ladies’ rooms too, knowing our usual luck…”
    “That’s awkward… I’m probably gonna want to pee before then, maybe I can hold out until they reopen but then there’s bound to be lines.”
    “Well, I guess it’s just an unexpected extra factor in our challenge~ I’m sure you can manage.”
    “Hopefully you can too, without peeing outside again~”, said Jaqueline in response, teasing her friend right back. Both girls blushed, and laughed with each other.
    “So… what do you want to do for the rest of our break?”, asked Emily, thinking of a few ideas.
    “Well actually, before we leave… your panties got pretty soaked, right…?”
    “Eh!? W-what kind of question is that!?”
    “Well, I brought a couple of spare pairs for today, just in case of emergency… would you like to borrow some to change into?”
    Jacquline Stats:
    Bladder Gauge: 85% (max: 130%) [Gotta pee!]
    Liquids to process: 0ml
    Bottle Contents: 330ml
    (+20% bladder when above 30% due to tight panties, +10% max from her loose skirt.)
    Emily Stats:
    Bladder Gauge: 0% (max: 150%) [Sweet relief!]
    Liquids to process: 0ml
    Bottle Contents: 550ml
    (+25% bladder when above 50% due to tight jeans, +Lewd from naughty panties. Bladder impacts from fluids are doubled, because she has +Diuretic from the tea.)
    1. Should Emily change panties?
    A. Yes.
    B. No.
    2. What panties should Jaqueline lend Emily?
    A. Tight panties (+20% bladder when over 30%, harder to get off in an emergency.)
    B. White panties (+10 max bladder, because she doesn’t want to stain her friend’s panties.)
    C. Frilly panties (The material rubs, drawing attention to down there, and making her notice a full bladder faster…)
    X. Answer this one if you chose to keep your existing panties, e.g. B, X, C.
    3. What should the girls do for the rest of the break?
    A. Get some drinks and relax.
    (If you choose this option, you can name a drink for them both if you want, or else I’ll choose.)
    B. Head straight to their usual place and chat.
    C. Walk around and work out what bathrooms are open still.
    D. Go for a walk in the forest behind the old building.
    (I hope you all enjoyed this one, we’ve got an interesting scenario if the next chapters, with limited bathrooms. There’s bound to be longer lines and who knows what else. I think the big choice for today is quite an interesting one, letting you change the panties Emily has. I look forward to seeing your responses and writing what comes next.) -Author’s Note 
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    OmoMan111 reacted to MisakaBestGirl in A different type of college drinking game, the 4x4-Hour challenge!   
    The time went by slowly. Emily was constantly squirming in her seat, and with every minute she felt the heavy load of tea filling her bladder. In hindsight, she was definitely a little overzealous, getting extra drinks, drinking some of her large bottle, and skipping her pee breaks might’ve been a bad idea.
    Jaqueline was still feeling pretty relieved, but she could tell her friend was in a bad way. Emily was trying to hide it, but she was squirming under the table, and as the tea hit her she got more and more frantic. Since Jaqueline has a lot of water to get through, and she knew it would be easier to drink when she had some room in her bladder, she got to work on drinking.
    Emily had a few sips from her bottles, doing it carefully to reduce the sound of water splashing. At this point, every time she heard the water in Jaqueline’s bottle move, she felt her bladder throb with fullness. She could barely even hear the teacher, all her mind was focused on was her bladder, and as the last of the tea made it’s way through her she felt herself reaching her limits.
    Emily really was desperate, she decided hiding it from Jaqueline wasn’t so important and began to squirm more openly, trying to hide it from the rest of the room but even that didn’t matter if it meant she could hold it longer. As an experienced holder, she could push herself slightly beyond her limits with enough willpower… but she still had a long way to go, and her bladder was clamoring for release, or at least a little bit more room to expand!
    “Emily… are you gonna make it?”, asked Jaqueline nervously, seeing her friend’s anxious expression and desperate movements.
    “O-of course… I won’t let myself get d-defeated by a full b-bladder…”
    “…are you sure? There’s still an hour left… I know you don’t like to leave midway through class, but maybe it’s worth visiting the bathroom now.”
    “N-no! I can wait! I-I can wait…”, she said with a panicked expression, shaking her head.
    The desperate girl’s movements got ever more frantic as the lesson slowly dragged on. Soon her frantic squirming wasn’t enough, and she desperately grabbed herself to try and strengthen her dam. She tried to restrict herself to one hand, but as more water hit her she started having to grab with both whenever she heard Jaqueline drink something.
    Time seemed to slow down, and all she could think about was how good it would feel to pee. Her arousal from desperation was even being drowned out by her fear of having an accident, and her bladder began to ache with fullness.
    Before long, she decided there was only one thing for it… she needed to give herself a bit of room. Just until the end of class. Since she’s hidden under the table, no one could see, right…?
    Unbuttoning her tight jeans resulted in an immediate sigh of relief, as a little bit of the pressure was taken off… it was still bad, of course, but it felt a little more manageable, and she could just about keep her hands away as long as she fidgeted frantically enough.
    She continued to slowly sip her bottle as time went by, she tried to take some notes, but she couldn’t keep her hands steady, and before long she was resorting to holding herself again, giving up on her futile writing.
    Jaqueline was doing much better, her bladder was filling slightly from the water, but it was nothing urgent. Her tight panties weren’t even a problem yet. She tried to take notes for the both of them, but she found herself distracted by her desperate friend. It was surprisingly cute, and maybe even a little something else… but most of all she just really hoped Emily would make it to a toilet.
    As they got down to the last 20 minutes, Emily was nearing her limit yet again even with the loosened jeans. All that tea, and a bunch of water had flowed into her bladder, and the diuretic effect had made it much worse. Jaqueline gave her a reassuring smile, but even she was worried. But there was no way Emily could give up now!
    She grabbed herself tighter, unable to take her hands away, and bent over slightly in her chair. The next 15 minutes would be painful, but she could do it.
    “I can hold it. I have to hold it. I can’t pee. I can’t pee. I need to hold it!”, she whispered under her breath repeatedly, as she desperately squirmed in place. The teacher was starting to wrap up their lecture, but Emily was too desperate to care. Usually she’d ask questions or something, but today all her thoughts were drowned out by the sheer pressure on her outlet.
    The minutes ticked by slowly. It felt like trying to force an ocean into a small water bottle. The lid was about to burst off and release the fluids within, it was only her sheer willpower and the external force of her hands that held it shut.
    Jaqueline watched Emily relatively intently, getting involved with her battle, and also not knowing what questions to ask the teacher. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement from Emily’s situation…
    Her bladder was starting to fill up more too, she’d drank nearly 2/3rds of her water bottle, and a lot of that fluid was pressing on her outlet. She could feel the tightness of her panties getting on her nerves again, and she knew she would have a tough class after the break, but she couldn’t help but feel a hint of excitement about that too…
    As they approached the last few minutes, Emily was shaking, grabbing herself and rocking back and forth as she struggled to maintain control. She managed to take one hand away briefly, but only so she could pack up the last of her stuff into her school bag, so the second the teacher let her go she could run to the nearest toilet.
    Finally, after a glacially long term answering questions, the teacher said they could go, just a few minutes before the scheduled end of class.
    “I’ll m-meet you at the usual p-place after I pee! Ah! I can’t wait!”, whimpered Emily, while desperately dancing in place, before picking up her bag and running out of the classroom.
    Thankfully, this room was near another set of bathrooms, and since the class ended slightly early there shouldn’t be a line. She ran in their direction, still holding herself as her bladder protested the vibrations, without even buttoning her jeans…
    But to her horror, an out of order sign was stuck to the door. “Due to unexpected plumbing issues, most bathrooms will be out of order for the next 3 hours. We apologize for any inconvenience.”
    Emily felt her bladder ache with disappointment. She wanted to pee more then anything, and now the bathroom wasn’t open. There was no way she could wait that long, she needed to pee somewhere, anywhere! Ideally, as soon as possible! She desperately squirmed in place while she thought of where to go next… 
    The old building was on a separate system, so it’s plumbing might not be impacted, but the lines would be longer and it’s a long way away. The new building has more modern plumbing, so maybe it would suffer the same issue? But it’s also a long walk for someone in such a frantic state. She could also search this building, since the sign only said most, but it’s likely every other girl would have the same idea… another naughty thought crossed her mind, however… she could just hide in the forest behind the old building…
    She also remembered something, her jeans were still unbuttoned! She was dreading taking her hands off for a moment, and the tightness would be torture, but she couldn’t go for a long walk with them unbuttoned, people might be able to see her panties!
    Emily squirmed frantically in place, struggling to decide what to do, and feeling her willpower wavering with every second she delayed. Jaqueline then left the classroom herself, spotting Emily down the hall, feeling the slight twinge of excitement came back a little stronger at the sight of her situation.
    Jacquline Stats:
    Bladder Gauge: 80% (max: 130%) [Gotta pee!]
    Liquids to process: 100ml
    Bottle Contents: 330ml
    (+20% bladder when above 30% due to tight panties, +10% max from her loose skirt.)
    Emily Stats:
    Bladder Gauge: 175% (max: 150%) [Breaking point!]
    Liquids to process: 0ml
    Bottle Contents: 550ml
    (+10% bladder when above 50% due to unbuttoned tight jeans, +Lewd from naughty panties. Bladder impacts from fluids are doubled, because she has +Diuretic from the tea.)
    1. Where should Emily go?
    A. Search for an open bathroom in this building.
    B. Run over to the old building to check there.
    C. Check the new building to try to find a bathroom! 
    D. …go outside.
    2. Should she try to button up her jeans?
    A. Yes. (The pressure will be near unbearable, she might not have the willpower to resist…)
    B. No. (This runs the risk of someone noticing, and maybe seeing her panties, but she wouldn’t have to bear with the pressure.)
    3. What should Jaqueline do?
    A. Get a drink and head to her usual place in the grounds.
    B. Head straight to their usual place.
    C. Try to follow Emily to see what she does.
    D. Hang out with her classmates and try to meet up with Emily just before class.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to MisakaBestGirl in A different type of college drinking game, the 4x4-Hour challenge!   
    Ax12
    Cx4, Ax6, Bx2
    Bx3, Ax6, D+Cx2, Dx1, Cx2
    I’m really sorry for the delay in writing everyone, things haven’t been great for me. It’s nothing awful, I’ve just been way too tired and stressed to write anything. I’ll try to put together a chapter today though.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to neil40001 in Chinese women lost control after five hour long traffic jam   
    Great story. I had a similar experience with my mum on the way back from a shopping trip. She was driving when we got stuck in a long traffic queue. We barely moved for well over an hour and she became increasingly desperate and after squirming and fidgeting in her seat she had to resort to holding herself. In the end she couldn’t hold on and peed her pants. I can never forget seeing the large wet stain on the back of her trousers when she got out of the car.
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    OmoMan111 reacted to WiiGuy86 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.
     
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    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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    OmoMan111 reacted to WiiGuy86 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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