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    Desperation looks very natural. I think that in the real life they would grab themselves a bit more, especially close to a wetting, but the whole pee dance looked exactly like what I've seen during various sightings - no extreme moves, yet constantly fidgeting and worrying about another leaks. It was nice to watch, thanks.
  1. It starts in the middle of serious leaking and progress into partial wetting pretty soon. Desperation looks real, however in the end there's wetting by letting go voluntary, or at least that's how it looks. A bit too short to write a review.
  2. A bit too static for my taste (I like when guys panic a bit), but desperation looks natural and leaking is nicely shown through whole video
  3. TW/CW: This contains brief mentions of sexual abuse (no descriptions, no incidents in the plot). Plot summary: Government of unnamed country decides to fight against sex crime in a new, controversial way, introducing an electronic underwear lock for cisgender men and AMAB* non-binaries (although I'm going to use "men" for easier writing as I'm not fluent enough in English - sorry!). It can be unlocked only under shower, in a bathtub, while sitting on a toilet or in special designated areas. There's also device that allows to unlock other person's lock for sex, but it registers every use, so when it's used improperly, it gets deactivated for certain amount of time (depending of misuse's severity). People who commit certain type of crimes get more restrictions and limits with every incident. *AMAB - assigned male at birth I'm not an English native speaker, but I hope it's enjoyable enough to read. :) Let me know if you're interested in continuation or it's better as an one-shot concept only. ________________________ 1. EUL introduction After trying more reasonable - and unsuccessful - methods in war against sex crimes, government eventually voted in favour of controversial bill, commonly known among citizens as "the cock lock law". It made mandatory for every man to wear an electronic underwear lock (EUL), requiring a special unlocking unit to access one's genitals. There has been a huge riot against it, but government was rigid, forcing unwilling men to cooperate by brute force. Newly created police department, mockingly called "Cockblockers", had right to check on men's privates and use physical means to bring any unsecured citizen down to the nearest locking facility. "The cock lock law" was fair in its ridiculousness and even tourists had to obey it, making EUL equally needed as passport or visa. Every attempt to remove or modify EUL triggered a loud, characteristic alarm, which was impossible to mute until police unit had reset it. Government had spent a lot of money on free toilet renovations for every household and public toilet, making sure every man had an accessible toilet nearby. Renovated toilets were equipped with USB-like cord that allowed to deactivate EUL for as long as one's was sitting on a seat. Of course there were attempts to lengthen the cord, trick EUL into thinking it's connected, weight a seat to imitate sitting position while still standing or making deals with other people to use their unlocking devices, but developers had reacted quickly and every way to cheat was eventually blocked. There was increasing number of vandalism though - some individuals purposely damaged both main and back-up cords to make sure toilet was inaccessible for anyone with EUL. This led to growing anxiety among wearers and forced government to spend more on maintenance. There was an idea for emergency kit that would allow men to urinate in case of broken unlocking unit, but it was yet to be developed. Since EUL was intended to prevent sexual assault, it had a significant impact on men's sexual life. After sexologists and psychologists advocated for a way to allow men masturbate without other person's unlocking device, every wearer had been allowed to pick a "self-care spot" in privacy of their home and call for technicians to install additional unlocking station. Trying to keep balance between keeping men in healthy, non-frustrated condition and making sure excessive masturbation won't encourage either looking for gradually stronger stimulants or avoiding healthy sex relationships, government allowed for only one "self-care session" every day. EUL covered only genitals, so many men got interested in anal toys, which eventually led to being more open about anal play and increased pegging popularity. Pegging became a common one night stand sex, which allowed women to enjoy sex without removing EUL for their own safety. Men-loving-men communities had it a bit hard, because usually both of participants had penises and thus both of them had to deal with unlocking their partner. If their partner misbehaved, their device could be deactivated or taken away, even if they later wanted to unlock different person. This caused a new occupation to be born - sex offenders that had no problem with being punished by law, exposed cheating husbands and boyfriends by causing deactivation of their device. To encourage good behaviour government decided to use more punishments than rewards. Sex crime definition became insanely strict, making even a slight mistake an excuse to register someone as sex offender. Things like catcalling, continuing to flirt or send messages after phrase "I'm not interested in a sexual or romantic relationship with you" or sending an infamous "dick pic" were illegal. First-time sex offenders' unlocking area would be restricted to non-public toilets and bathrooms, which meant they could use their own or their friend's restroom, but had no access to toilets registered as public ones, including those at work, college or restaurant. Places like campuses or hostels were required to keep at least one bathroom for registered sex offenders only, which was the only toilet they had access to as well. While innocent men and first-time offenders had their unlocking times unlimited, recidivists were limited to less and less unlocking times with every new incident. This was made mostly to discourage them from further abuse, but also made them stay home more often. Unlocking times were a joined amount for either showering, urinating or masturbation, so - excluding showers, when they could do all of these activities at once - they were forced to choose which they had been needing more. Social disapproval for desperate men had began as they were suspected to be a sex offender with restricted unlocking time or area. Being seen desperate meant an instant gossip and troubles with getting a date. Some men spent a lot of time training their bladders at home just to avoid this stigma. Adult diapers became prescription item, making it unavailable for average man after sex offenders used them as a way to cheat on their unlocking limits. Doctors were concerned, but no awareness campaign had changed this situation. Men just had to learn how to live in this new, weird world.
  4. ** Little side note: there aren't many public toilets in my country, and most of them, including those at railway/bus stations, are paid ones. Those in stores/restaurants/pubs etc are for customers only (you can get yelled at or kicked out for peeing without buying/eating there), some even require a key from staff or code from purchase receipt (they are changed every day). Alcohol abuse is a serious problem here and vandalising doesn't allow for free-access toilets. This makes life both miserable and entertaining, depending on which side of desperation you are. 😉 ** ** Another side note: I'm still learning English, so I'm sorry if it's not as pleasant to read as I intended it to be. Also, when I use a word "girls" in this story, I mean young adults, usually a college students.** Yesterday was a national feast day called "Fat Thursday", which is the once a year occasion when we eat as much sweets (especially our traditional doughnut-like pastries with various fillings) and junk food as one's stomach can stand. It used to be the last day before 40 days long fasting (catholic country) and last moment to eat some non-fasting food, but now we just stuff ourselves to a brim and have fun. As planned I went out with a few female friends. Our goal was to get the most delicious pastries in the whole city, that are baked only once per year, and then go to a pub. This was a day after one of my major intentional holds, so my bladder was weaker than usually and I was taking "just in case" pee every time I had a chance. I have a disability that can affect a bladder, so no one was asking or commenting on that. It was a long evening, filled with various alcoholic drinks, beers, junk food and water (I always drank a lot of water and I make sure I'm putting a bit while drinking alcohol as well to prevent any headaches)... But here's the story. We agreed to meet at uni, because the girls just finished their lectures. I had a few days off, which I used for omorashi fun, so I was a bit unsure about my tired bladder's capacity. I peed twice before leaving home, just to be sure there won't be any surprises during more-than-hour long journey (I live quite far from my uni). There were major roadworks for a few months already, so I knew it might have taken even longer than that. I had a bottle of water with me as I can't go for whole hour without at least few sips. Fast forward 50 minutes and I was stuck in a detour. It's a tiny street that has to endure traffic from two line street that is now being renovated. Traffic jams are common here. I texted my friends and told I'll be a bit late. They suggested meeting me half way, but I knew I needed to hit a restroom before heading out for the evening, so I asked them to wait at uni. It wasn't an emergency, but I could feel a need building up, maybe 5/10. After another 20 minutes I got rid of a decent amount of urine and we went hunting for sweets. After getting our traditional pastries and gulping down some soft drinks to wash the sweetness away, we decided to look for a pub. We live in one of the biggest and famous cities in our country, so there was a lot of tourists in most places, but my friend knew a pub that was hidden from non-locals in a tiny alley. I asked her where a bathroom was and she pointed me behind the bar. I went there straight away, not even telling her what to order for me. It was almost two hours from my last pee break and I was feeling my weaken bladder getting uncomfortably full. I pulled the door handle, but it was stuck. I knocked to check if there was anybody inside, but got no answer. I walked back to my friend, asking if there was a key. She said there must be someone inside and that I should simply wait, so I sighed and went back to wait. Those were a thick, metal doors, so I couldn't really hear anybody inside. Waiting in line always makes my need worse and I could feel that my weaken muscles shouldn't be trusted. I was consciously flexing them to make sure nothing awkward happens. I probably looked weirdly anxious, but wasn't pee dancing yet. Finally after very nervous 5 minutes a young man left the bathroom, so I rushed in. It was a big single-person toilet with no windows and graffiti-like design on walls. I had another decent piss, with stream stronger and longer than last time. I waited a while and tried to pee again, just in case my nerves damage (part of disability) haven't allowed my bladder to empty completely, but there was just a little spurt left. I ordered a citrus beer (I'm one of those guys who can't stand taste of "real beer") and went back to my friends. We spent there a few hours, drinking and talking. I went to pee two more times, my friends were in toilet at least once each. When we decided to leave, I was alone with one of the girls as the rest already went home. She went for the last pee, I surprisingly decided I'm fine, even though it was a while since my last trip. It wasn't long until I've felt it wasn't the wisest decision. We wanted to finish our evening with a special kind of street food, but were unsure about where to find this certain bar. It took us a half an hour to find it, squeezing through crowds and all. We went inside and noticed there's a small line for order station. While waiting I looked around for a bathroom. It was a square bar with only two doors - one for customers to entry and one behind counter-top for employees, leading to supply room or social room I assumed. There was obvious lack of restroom. I clenched my muscles and sighted. I was sure I could hold it for a bit longer, but wasn't sure where else I could go. It was our turn to order and my friend talked me into buying another beer, even though I was reluctant at this point. We took seats near window and chatted casually. The wait was longer than either of us expected, we even considered asking if they took our order right. I was getting a bit desperate. We finally received our food, still chatting and laughing, but my mind was thinking about places with toilet I could access. At some point my friend said she needs to use toilet as well and that we will look for one once we finish our meal. I nodded enthusiastically. My relief had to be visible, because she chuckled a little. I finished first and waited impatiently for her. Our beer bottles were empty, our bladders were angry... When we finally got out, I had to bend a little to make holding easier. We walked down the street, talking through our options. She suggested a few pubs nearby, but I was too shy to just pop in for a quick pee as I knew there was a good chance of us getting yelled at. I knew she would get to the toilet first, because she was leading a way, and couldn't stand thought of her getting relieved while I would be scolded and had to leave still desperate. I wanted a place with toilet out of staff's sight. She moaned at me, but kept thinking about other options. After few minutes of searching she finally pushed me into one of familiar clubs. I was anxious, because it was one of those rare places where there's longer line for gents' than women's. At this point I was keeping my hands in pockets, pushing waistband away from full, hard bladder, making small, slow steps and visibly bending. I wouldn't dare to grab myself even if I was leaking, but I really wanted to. Luckily toilets were really close to entrance, so it wasn't a long walk. There was a line for both toilets, but luckily it was way shorter for gents' - only one guy waited. I wanted to ask him to let me go first, but was way too shy for that. Few times in my childhood I've wet myself only because I was too shy to ask people to let me go in front of them. I stood behind him, moving my weight from foot to foot. My friend kept joking about our emergency, but despite laughing I was internally panicking. I had a numb feeling near my sphincter, which meant that I had very little control over it and could either stay dry, leak or wet myself - all with the same chance. Finally the guy in front of me went inside and I anxiously waited, clenching with all my might. I no longer paid attention to my friend or people around me. Suddenly I felt a tiny leak escaping into my boxers. I still wasn't brave enough to hold myself, but was fully aware that every time I start to leak I have only a few minutes before half of my bladder's content flushes out involuntary. Some drunk guy tried to cut in line, but I scolded him angrily. He laughed and apologised, saying I'm definitely more desperate than him. Well, no s**t, Sherlock, I thought, when a bathroom door opened. I rushed in, almost pushing previous man out of my way, and got inside. Now I should explain, that I'm a person that will choose stall over urinal in almost every possible scenario. I really don't like urinals, and the urinal in front of me was so close to a sink that sometimes you get sprayed with other man's piss while washing hands. So when I saw a stall was taken, I stopped mid-way. I wondered if I could last long enough to get there. I even turned back to stand nearer exit to wait, but at the same moment a longer leak happened. I instantly got over my hate for urinals. Before I got myself out and pointed properly, another spurt came out, wetting my jeans on the outside. I aimed, relaxed and let go. I peed and peed and peed... The stream wasn't stopping. I was starting to feel awkward. Eventually I let everything out and checked how wet I was. It wasn't as bad as I thought, it could be hidden under a coat easily. Feeling relieved and a bit embarrassed I joined my friend, which was still stuck in the line. She was moving a bit, but it was nothing compared to a girl in the front of the line. She was basically dancing waltz, bent over just like I was a few minutes ago. She was almost crying, whispering something to herself. My friend said she got there a short while ago and begged other women to let her go first. She had dark pants and it was dark, so I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like she had leaked a lot. I was almost staring at her when a girl from back of the line came closer and asked my friend to watch over while she would use men's toilet. My friend agreed and stopped another guy, visibly impatient, from going in, even though stall and urinal were separated with lockable doors. I'm not a fan of girls using men's room when it causes men a problem (I don't mind when there's no line) and discussed it with a friend for a bit to spend some waiting time. Then I noticed that girl in the very front was looking very jealously at gents' door, probably planning on cutting in line as well. We stood like that for a minute or so when suddenly the girl turned back and went outside. I couldn't follow her, so I'm not sure if she started to wet herself or decided to pee outside (I'm pretty sure she would be seen by several people if she had). Women behind her happily moved a few steps closer to the toilet, not caring about desperate girl. Finally my friend got a chance to pee and we left.
  5. I'm not sure if it has been posted yet, so I'm sorry if it's repost. I found this little game called "Make it to the bathroom!". It's story about 18 years old girl that gets desperate during school day and tries to - obviously - make it to the bathroom. Your choices get her through last two classes and (if you chose this route) car/bus ride. There are at least three (almost) dry endings and many wet endings. There are no genital descriptions, so you can imagine her as "ordinary" or transgender girl. The only thing we know about her looks it that she wears shorts, so there's plenty room for fantasy. I think this game is safe for minors as well - no sexual descriptions, just desperation. There are no pictures, but descriptions are nice and natural. Here's the game. It opens in browser pop-up window after clicking on "Play" button. It sometimes "freeze" (nothing happens after clicking on choices), you have to wait a moment then, it works again after a while by itself. Edit: There is one scene where main character sees a couple having sex in the bathroom, but there's no details. I thought I should warn about this just in case.
  6. I'm kinda disappointed by my first time, but I tried something similar in the past and found it better than simply waiting whole day for bladder to fill. I decided to comment, because my experience might help someone in similar situation. I'm pretty good at holding big amounts of fluids if I'm at home (I get nervous and leak when outside). I can fill almost whole 1 litre bottle during casual hold and more if I'm trying my best. I have type 1 diabetes since early childhood which often made me drink a lot and I had to get used to being desperate afterwards (long classes, school trips, playing outdoors etc). First of all, cup of water (300ml) every hour wasn't an option in my case, because that's normal intake for me. I decided to double that by drinking one cup every 25-30 minutes. I made sure to include some isotonic drink as I do with every method that require drinking lots of water. After two hours I began to fill little quicker, but was nowhere near full bladder. I avoided holding my pee, so I used bathroom anyway. After third hour I switched to drinking every 15 minutes. I had to pee more, but still nothing extraordinary. After an hour I made my last toilet trip and kept drinking, hoping for some desperate fun. After an hour - still drinking a cup every 15 minutes - I could feel my bladder is full-ish and in normal conditions (uni/work) I would definitely go to pee, but it was nowhere close to frantic holding I hoped for. The only difference between normal hold and this were bathroom trips I took earlier. I wuldn't be at this stage of desperation if I peed during ordinary hold. While I'm writing this, it's almost hour and half since I took my last bathroom break. It looks like all that water passed to my bladder and made me want to pee, but I haven't achieve that "no/less vasopressin" effect. It feels like average hold. My thoughts about this method so far: 1. If drinking a lot every day is normal to you, you need to drink more than recommended or your body won't notice. 2. If you're used to holding big amounts, you may consider shorter breaks between drinks, so your bladder won't have enough time to expand peacefully before the wave hits it. 3. It works better when you're busy, because you don't notice your bladder filling and fullness catches you by surprise.
  7. This is not the one I had in mind, however it's great as well, thanks!
  8. Hi guys! I'm not sure if it's good place for this post - if not, feel free to replace or tell me to remove. I'm looking for certain video clip (from movie if I remember correctly), but if you know any other video/art in this theme, please share name or link (especially with male omorashi, but other is fine too). ? The clip I'm talking about was listed at removed now webpage that contained various pee scenes from movies and TV series. There were Asian schoolgirls that bullied their classmate by blocking access to bathroom. She was desperate and trying to get to any bathroom in school, but they were faster and blocked doors, so she couldn't use it. When the break was over, girl was sitting in a class, clearly desperate for pee, but they stopped her from raising hand and being excused to toilet. After very short while she wets herself (and it looks quite fake) and class bursts in laughter. The clip was available on Youtube and Dailymotion, but I don't remember movie's name, so I can't find it. Any ideas?
  9. Sorry for any mistakes in advance, I'm still learning English. I'm an uni student, so right now I have plenty of free time (summer holidays). Yesterday I decided to do a hold. I drank a lot, ran some errands and enjoyed some dumb TV series. It was about 20 (8 PM) and I haven't used a bathroom since morning. I was painfully - but in pleasant way - full and could tell that leaks are on their way. I stretched my back a little, enjoying strong stress signals from my bladder. Sitting always helped me hold, so looked around me without getting up. I had to admit, my room was a big mess... I decided to clean some of it to see if I was able to hold my pee long enough. I got up and froze immediately when a quick leak escaped my body. I clenched muscles, wait a while to make sure it won't happen again and slowly moved toward messy bed. My moves were painfully slow, my bladder triple as heavy and my legs shaking from effort to hold it all in. In one moment I went from 7,5 to strong 9. Every few minutes I had to stop whatever I was doing to shut another leak in. Some listened, some fought their way out. When I cleaned about half a room, front of my undies was soaked, but I still felt overwhelming need to pee. It was a long time since my last full accidental wetting and at this point I was pretty confident about going outside while desperate. I decided it would be fun to put waterproof pants on and take a trash out. I wouldn't dare going out without any protection, because I knew there would be neighbours outside. For those who are unfamiliar with Central Europe countries, dumpsters for apartments blocks are usually in some distance from building, often common for two or three blocks. That means every time I take trash out, I have to take a little walk (just a few minutes both ways). Usually this is not a problem at all, but when you're desperate as heck, it might be a issue. Because I felt exceptionally full, I decided to put a piece of cloth in waterproof pants, just in case. And boy, I was lucky I did... The moment I started walking down the stairs, I felt a huge leak that I couldn't stop. I looked around and when I saw noone, I quickly grabbed myself to stop it. I had giant problem standing still, which made me reconsider my idea. But back at flat there was my flatmate which would look at me weird if I came back with trash, so I had no option, but to push forward. I took my hand away - no leaking, at least for now. Good. I started walking again, moaning quietly. My need was about 9,5/10. I wanted to go right here and right now. I made it to ground floor with two more leaks. After pushing heavy entry door, I noticed my elderly neighbours gossiping in front of the block. Great. Now I had to look casual and desperation-free. I tried to straighten my back, but it resulted in long, strong stream of pee, so I quickly moved one hand into a pocket to help myself. I knew I looked weird, standing there with bag of trash and dancing in the spot, but I didn't dare to move. After few minutes I decided it's hopeless (and neighbours started to give me suspicious looks), so I just bolted to the dumpster, feeling hot pee gushing from my urethra, flooding my undies, soaking the cloth, hitting against waterproof pants... When I reached dumpster, I hid behind one of a containers and squeezed myself with all my might to stop the flood. It felt soooo good, but if I didn't stop, everyone would see me wet! I already felt some wetness escaping leg openings and going slowly down my thighs... I tried to move again few times, but every time I took my hands away, flood started over. I considered peeing behind the dumpster, but there were too many people and I always have problem with peeing outdoors anyway. I gave myself a final squeeze and comically wobbled back to home. Every step meant new spurt of pee. Passing any person made me very nervous and self-conscious. When I finally made it home, my pants were partially wet, my legs were sprinkled with pee and my whole torso was covered in sweat. I ran into my room, kneeled on old towel and just let go. I couldn't hold it long enough to use a toilet. It was orgasmic!
  10. I don't like bedwetting, because what I enjoy the most is pure desperation, fight to hold the pee inside, and feeling of being hopeless. Bedwetting lacks that. Person that wet bed can be embarrassed, which is fun, but there's no prelude that would built the atmosphere before wetting. However I like scenarios when someone wakes up desperate and - for whatever reason - tries to sleep again, fighting the urge, until they're half-asleep and leaking.
  11. If your bathroom has key, you can froze it in some container with water, so you won't be able to get to the toilet until the ice melts or without fighting your way inside huge icecube (which can be really hard when you're desperate).
  12. Hi! I'm not a diaper lover, but I often use diapers or other protection to avoid mess and allow myself to leak in public (I don't dare to wet myself visibly among other people). I noticed that using protection changes my ability to hold. What I mean? If I wear a diaper, there's a bigger chance that I'll hold until it's too painful to hold any more and I deliberately decide to let it go. If I don't have any protection in the same situation I start to involuntarily leak at earlier stages. However at the same time I'm tempted to let small leaks if I'm sure I'm protected, so my diapered holds often end up as premature wettings that make me feel like I could hold a little longer if I tried harder. My guess is that I'm more relaxed when protected and my bladder have easier job holding. It's kinda annoying though, because in order to get satisfying wetting I need to wait with diapering until I'm already leaking and that means wet mess I tried to avoid in first place (leaks turns into streams when I'm forced to stand in proper diapering position; lying down is not and option, because I would flood my bed). One thing that works kinda well is using a cloth diaper with weak insertion that catch leaking, but I'm aware that it won't hold full wetting. It forces me to be close to tilet though, because otherwise I'll flood my pants (and everything near me) eventually. Anyone has similar experience? Any ideas how to deal with it?
  13. It's great, funny omo-story, I enjoy it. And I really like ending, it's more real this way.
  14. Little wetting, but I like forced feminization, so I enjoyed it. :) I wish it was longer.
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